Frisk fell down onto Sans’ cock, instantly ready to cum again… but he wasn’t there.

Wait, he wasn’t going to…

They shrieked in realization and horror as their body clenched with need so intense they couldn’t think. They’d been having sex with him for hours and hours, and in a perpetual state of pleasure and satisfaction that entire time. To feel this driving need again…

“No, Sans, I… no, please,” they stammered uselessly and they heard him laugh as he shoved them forwards, onto their hands and knees.

He was just taking them in a different position? That was okay, but they needed…

The feeling of death and magic filled them again, but not where it was needed. He’d just thrust himself into their ass without warning and the hell and…

A mortified sound came out of them, a shriek blended with an accursed moan, this shouldn’t be so hot, but damn it, they couldn’t…

He groaned in pleasure and thrust again… and damn them to hell, this felt good. It shouldn’t, this was so wrong, and dirty, and just…

“No, no, no, no, no,” they moaned, and it felt good to protest this, to hear him laugh again as he moved even faster. “I can’t… god… I can’t cum from this, I can’t…”

They had no choice. Sans felt too good, too intense, even though it was their ass and not their pussy, it was too much for their body in this state. They fell, screaming, over the edge. Their body convulsed on him in ways they’d never felt, and they let the pleasure consume them, for that was his will.

They felt him cum just as their orgasm began to fade, followed by the exquisite, searing perfection of his blaster’s strike.

They tried to drive themself down onto his cock again, but this time, his magic took them and wrenched them to the side. He rolled on top, a malicious grin on his face as he pinned them down. Not true malice, really, but a mischievous glee that both thrilled and mildly terrified them.

He pulled their legs up, so their knees were at their shoulders, and then forced himself into their ass again.

This time, he was larger, and it was too much. It hurt, stretching them too far, and they moaned with the blend of pleasure and pain. It was too good, it shouldn’t feel this good to hurt like this, especially that part of them, and he could see it on their face, he could see how much they were enjoying this, god…

Waves of pleasure, of embarrassment, of horror and mortification flowed through them with each of his terrible, wonderful, cruel thrusts. He moved slowly within them, so their body remained desperately at the edge, but they needed to cum, they had to, they couldn’t exist like this…

“heh heh heh,” he said. “you like this, don’t you? you like cumming from me taking your ass.”

No, no, no, no, no, they didn’t like this, they definitely didn’t, they couldn’t possibly like cumming from this… this was too embarassing… but they needed to cum so badly…

“I… I need… oh, god, Sans… I can’t…” they said, moaning, trembling, lost.

“answer me,” he said and the force of his command tore through them.

No, no, no, he gave them an order, they had to answer, they had to, this wasn’t a choice, but this was… no, it was too embarrassing, they couldn’t, they couldn’t, they… but it felt so good…

They just needed to cum… but they had to answer… but they couldn’t… but…

“It’s so wrong…” they moaned. “But I want to cum so badly, Sans, please, I need… I need…”

“that’s not an answer,” he said, sounding amused.

He stopped thrusting into them and reached up, pinching their nipple. They should cum from that instead, it was embarrassing, too, but not nearly as bad… but it wasn’t quite enough, it hurt a little, but it was too gentle and he wasn’t moving within them and they were going to lose their goddamned mind… they couldn’t think, they just needed to cum…

“tell me how it feels,” he ordered.

Slowly… cruelly slow, he began to thrust into them again. It felt good, better than it should, they could cum from this if he moved a little more… but they couldn’t, it felt so wrong, they just couldn’t cum from this, not again…

“Please, god, please, Sans, I can’t…” they gasped, writhing under him.

With a flash of magic, a small bone appeared in his hand. He scraped it along their chest lightly, the corrosive magic burning faintly at them. It almost sent them over the edge and they shrieked… it felt so good…

“you’re not listening,” he said, grinning cruelly at them. “maybe i shouldn’t let you cum.”

No, no, no…

“No, no, no, no, no…” they whimpered, gripping his arms tightly, but they couldn’t look at him, they couldn’t face this…

But he was right, they were being bad, they hadn’t been answering, but they couldn’t think, damn it…

“God… Sans, it feels good, it’s so wrong, but that’s hot, and it feels better than it should, it shouldn’t feel this good,” they gasped out desperately. “I want to cum… please, please, please, make me cum…”

“tell me,” he said, his tone wickedly amused. “do you want me to make you cum from taking your ass?”

No, no, no, but… but also… fuck…

This was too embarassing, they couldn’t handle this, they couldn’t breathe…

But they had to tell him the truth, even if they didn’t want to face it.

“Yes… yes, please,” they whimpered.

“please what?” he asked with a dark laugh.

As he asked, he thrust into them harshly, and they almost… it was so good, they couldn’t…

“you’ll need to be specific,” he said, his eyes glinting with malicious, evil, twisted amusement, the evil bastard.

He was really going to make them say it. With his cock buried in their ass, feeling him like that, thick and hard and achingly powerful with magic, in a place where nothing was supposed to be… they’d thought about anal stuff before, but hadn’t… this felt so wrong…

But it felt good and they needed to cum so badly…

It all poured out of them in a scream - their embarrassment, their need, the pleasure, the sheer, overwhelming desperation.

And they could see how much he enjoyed the sound of it.

Their resistance broke.

“God, Sans, I can’t…” they gasped. “Yes! Yes, okay, yes, please, please, please, Sans, please make me cum like this, make me cum from my… my… god… from taking my ass…”

He laughed again and he thrust into them hard. And didn’t stop. Like in the last loop, but this time forcibly made to be fully aware of it, they felt their ass spasm in a bizarre orgasm that ripped through the rest of their body. They’d been tormented too much and they screamed again as they came.

He met their eyes as they came, soaking in their mortification and pleasure and then groaned as he let himself cum inside of them. Their orgasm was only just beginning to fade when a blaster appeared, killing them exquisitely, and leaving them trembling on the edge again.

No, he couldn’t do that to them again, they needed to cum properly, to enjoy it fully. They pulled themself down onto his cock as fast and as hard as they could, making him laugh as they came again.

It felt so good to just cum on his cock, the way they’d grown horribly addicted to in the hours they’d been looping on him. He even accommodated them, proving he wasn’t completely the most evil monster ever, letting his cock grow oversized again so they could draw it into their soul, creating the overwhelming pleasure that they so loved. He took them hard and it wasn’t long before he came, as well, ending that fantastic loop on another high note of the pleasure of death at his touch, of their life pouring into him.

Though maybe he really was the most evil monster ever, as that was the kindest loop they experienced for a while. The next several loops, he didn’t let them have his cock within them at all, and tormented them horribly with having them perform more oral sex. Which, okay, was actually also great.

He’d been curious if they could still get off to sucking him off, and while they might have preferred to find out when their body hadn’t been horribly tormented for a full day without relief, it was still a lot of fun. And they were, in fact, able to cum from feeling his orgasm burning within their soul, as before.

Of course, he killed them when he came, so they only had the first few seconds of an orgasm before they were back to trembling on the edge again. It was so cruel they could cry, but… they didn’t even want to admit to themself how hot it was, like he’d somehow see it and be encouraged, the evil bastard.

The look on his face, he knew damn well what he’d done to them, and seemed to drink in their whimpers of need, their desperation. It was hopeless and they had no escape, but… they didn’t want to escape, either, even as they wailed in their mind.

The torment escalated further. He used his tongue on them again, but this time, let it bury itself fully within them. And yet, as good as that felt… and holy fuck, it felt good… it wasn’t enough for him. He didn’t let them cum. They’d learned that he would reward them for cracking, for begging, and it wasn’t long before they begged him to let them cum.

And then he was the cruelest creature to ever exist, because he told them there was something he wanted to do, and asked them if they’d rather cum, or rather him do what he wanted. They’d screamed at that, and had brokenly told him that he could do as he willed with them, and he resumed tormenting them, ignoring their desperate sounds, their pleas for mercy.

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Apparently they could be edged so intensely that they cried. Only then did he let them cum, and they did briefly black out from it.

They came to with the feeling of him thrusting into them again and he simply took them for a time, then let them cum once more before he spoke. He asked them if he’d pushed them too hard, asked them if they were still okay.

That was a very hard question to answer and they hesitated, but they had to tell him the truth, and… and as much as it was really too much in some ways, they… god, it was hot beyond imagination, they couldn’t actually object, not really. Even if they really wanted to. But they didn’t actually want him to stop.

They had to confess that it wasn’t actually too much, fear and lust warring in their heart as they said it. Would he somehow get even more cruel? They feared it, they desired it, they’d just lost their goddamned mind.

The sadistic pleasure in his eyes as they confessed made both the fear and lust overwhelming, and they were helpless before him. But they also knew they could trust him, and as soon as they made it explicit that it was too far, he would stop. So, the fear couldn’t really get a true grasp on them - they feared themself, their own refusal to admit defeat, not Sans.

Though maybe they should fear Sans… he was proving imaginative in his torments.

After that loop, they were subjected to multiple loops of him experimenting with edging them. Bound by his magic, they were actually helpless, rather than the feigned helplessness they’d been getting off to before. It was as hot as they’d imagined, but also that edge of pseudo-fear flooded them, which ramped up the intensity of it all. He used his magic freely, teleporting to different positions, using hands, tongue, and his cock at his whims, or various summons, bringing the pie to their mouth if ever their body started to go grey.

A few times he slipped up and they did cum, but he killed them instantly, and then told them in this smarmy tone that he couldn’t possibly let them be rewarded for his failure at edging them, could he?

So many loops of edging torment, they were going to lose their mind.

They begged him to cum, with true desperation of a sort they’d only just discovered, a new level at which their will had been broken. The look on his face had been… if they hadn’t already broken into his service, that look, combined with their desperation, might have done it.

He’d confirmed, so gently that the softness almost seemed mocking, that they wanted to cum. That’s what he should focus on for a time. They agreed, almost missing the cruel edge to the question, but not seeing how this could really backfire.

He took them and they came together, then he killed them to reset. He instantly took them again in the way they’d been accustomed.

The orgasm took them within a bare second… and just as it reached its peak, a lash of burning magic flooded them, enhancing the orgasm even as it ended it.

Before they had time to mentally recover, they felt him inside once more, pushing their trembling body over the edge.

And again, just as their orgasm reached its peak, another delicious surge of magic enhanced and ended it.

They would have thought “oh no” if they’d been capable of thought.

Instead, there was only pleasure. Each loop lasted bare seconds, keeping them continually in the highest peak of pleasure from their orgasm.

Human minds were not built for this. Their mind was buckling beneath the pleasure, in much the same way that it had once buckled beneath the pain of his attacks. It twisted and warped from the intensity.

While they couldn’t count, it had to be around the tenth loop before they managed to protest. Maybe around the twentieth loop before they managed to squeeze out how they couldn’t think. By the thirtieth or fortieth loop, they’d lost their mind and were begging for mercy, for a chance to breathe, to think, to have a sense of self again. They weren’t sure they were fully coherent, but he seemed to get the idea as he finally, finally let the loop extend.

Long enough for him to cum before he killed them and tried something new, anyway.

More and more loops passed, dozens at least, as he came up with new ideas and subjected Frisk to them. Several times, a part of Frisk was given reason to remember that they did have the option of telling him it was actually too far… but it really wasn’t. A few times, he’d tried something that just didn’t work for Frisk, and without a word from either of them, he’d shift into a different approach. He was watching, and as distracted as he obviously was from the fun of it all, he did care and was paying close attention.

He did skirt that line maybe a little too closely, but still.

He did come up with one idea that particularly thrilled them. Not only had he accepted the killing and the phasing trick, but he actually wanted to expand on it. He suggested they try to enhance it, to pour their life into him more quickly. He told them that it was actually fully revitalizing for him - it restored him and his magic like food and sleep did.

It was weirdly relieving to do something not directly sexual for a little bit, to give their brain a chance to recover from the intensity. Even though they were actively having sex while they tried to figure it out, at least they weren’t being edged into madness, or embarrassed beyond all hope of sanity, or forced to endlessly orgasm, or experimented on to find out exactly how much pain it took to get them off without other stimulus, or…

Anyway, so it was nice.

They were successful, and fairly quickly. It was nice. They simply had to increase the feeling of wanting to sacrifice all that they were to him, to be consumed by him, and it became real. They found, over the course of a few dozen loops, that they could pour their entire life into him in the course of just a few seconds, which he’d said felt absolutely incredible. Not really in a sexual way, but when it happened through his cock, apparently it was something else.

The two of them also figured out that, while he couldn’t enhance the flow, he could slow it down. As such, they’d decided to keep the flow at a high rate, and thus, give Sans control of what rate to consume their life.

It wasn’t only Sans that had ideas, though they weren’t nearly as imaginative. The big one was that they wanted to redo something they’d tried in some of their earlier loops, when they were learning how to please him, how to strengthen the connection between them.

Fortunately, he went along with it, even though they were keeping their plan a secret. The uncertainty on his face as he agreed made them giggle. Yeah, they couldn’t imagine why he might be a little wary of giving them free rein. And it was a little bit of payback.

It was so hot edging him until he cracked and ordered them to let him cum.

So many loops came and went… more, they suspected, than they’d died against him on that first endless day. But neither of them were counting. There was only pleasure, desire, satisfaction, and eternal readiness to continue. Soul connections built time and again, reaffirming the intimate understanding they had grown. And, at least it seemed to Frisk, an increasing tenderness of care between them, a depth of trust and love that grew within this moment of infinite bliss.

How they loved him, and strangely, how much that love could grow. They’d already been his in every way a person could be, and yet, somehow, it became more.

A loop came like so many others, and he let them cum, taking them sweetly through the wave of pleasure. When it came down, he spoke.

“hey frisk,” he said, his tone gentle, not darkly amused as it had mostly been.

He was taking them more tenderly than he usually did. It was slow, soft, and satisfying.

“Mmm?” they hummed, too thick with contentment to really manage words.

“c’mere,” he said, pulling them down onto his chest. “this has been incredible.”

That… that sounded like a goodbye. That he was getting ready to end this.

But… this was such perfection… they refocused their movements, burning this moment into their minds. They didn’t want to let it go. A sad sound slipped from them as they nuzzled their face into his collarbone, the soft pressure of his core an odd contrast to the rigidity of the bone.

“I don’t want it to end,” they confessed in a whimper.

Eternity, in this moment. To never leave, to never have tomorrow, to just loop endlessly, caught in an infinite cycle of pleasure. Of joy. Of connection. Of this. Would that be so bad?

Part of them knew it would be, but other parts…

He gently pushed them to the side, rolling them onto their back. He moved with them, continuing to thrust inside with aching slowness, his movements and face equally soft. He moved within their body, within their soul, and he even made the life draining effect softer.

Guess he didn’t want them distracted by pie.

“i’ve been having a lot of fun with you,” he said. “but this time isn’t about that.”

This time? This loop, presumably? It wasn’t about having fun, about enjoying himself? He reached up a hand and softly ran it down their cheek.

It clicked. He wasn’t fucking them for fun, he was making love to them, as his goodbye to this moment. They smiled, a wild flurry of emotions ripping through their heart, and they closed their eyes, taking it in.

“i don’t say things to you, and i should,” he said, his thrusts still sweet and slow. “i didn’t think so before, but i was wrong. maybe i’ll go back to thinking that way again, so i wanted to say this now.”

They hadn’t really been using their brain much recently, and this was making them wake up, in a sense. He was saying he’d been wrong about hiding things from them, thought he might do it again. Warmth surged, blending sweetly with his tender movements.

“thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion in ways that made their heart tremble. “even if i’m an idiot later who doesn’t say it. don’t ever think that i don’t appreciate you.”

“Sans…” they murmured, their heart full to bursting.

Love, joy, aching tenderness… ah, their heart couldn’t take this! They smiled at him and hoped he could see it all in their eyes.

“don’t let me convince you that i don’t need someone close to my heart,” he said. “don’t let me convince myself, either.”

They’d thought they’d known perfect fulfillment before, but it seemed there was still room in their soul for more pieces to click into place.

They wouldn’t forget this. They would remember, if he ever tried to push them away, that deep down, he needed this. The closeness, the connection, the love.

How they loved him…

And while they’d said it to him, they’d never quite said it right.

“I love you, Sans,” they said, letting everything out into their voice.

A flash of pain crossed his face and they embraced him, embraced the feeling of him against their chest, the feeling of him thrusting gently within them.

He fell onto them, embracing them back, and their heart sang.

They felt more, though. Maybe it was from the soul connections that whispered between them, or the glimpse of his face before he fell onto them, or maybe a tremble running through his body. They weren’t sure, and yet, they knew.

Being loved by them, and loving them back in his own way… it hurt.

And yet, he let the soul connection strengthen and deepen, as though the pain enhanced it, breaking down his walls yet further. Love lost in times past. Love felt in the moment, but scarred and painful. He did love them, and their heart swelled yet further. Surely, much more and it would burst in their chest, hearts couldn’t handle feelings like this!

His love may have been scarred, twisted, and broken, but it was theirs. It even seemed fitting, somehow, that even the love they could foster was broken… but they would help him heal.

He didn’t speak again and simply moved within them, driving them both to the end with gentleness and care. Slowly their life drained into him, a thing of connection and pleasure now, without either of them thinking of it as anything unusual or harsh. It meant that they did need to quickly nab a piece of pie, but it meant nothing. Not a flicker of concern or regret on his face, at what he had feared and resented only short minutes or long hours ago, depending on how one counted them.

It meant nothing, and it meant everything. He had changed, in his heart; he had accepted them.

They resisted their orgasm as it approached, knowing that he would finish with them, knowing that it would be the end. But they couldn’t resist it for long. Not when it was Sans. Not when they felt him resisting his own release, to wait for them, to share with them. Not when being loved like this, touched like this, felt so incredibly good to their newly healed soul.

Rough for their body, gentle for their heart - they’d been right about that, and righter than they knew.

The orgasm took them and filled them; so, too, did Sans. The sound of his pleasure as he came inside them, the feeling of his hands gripping their shoulders hard enough to bruise, the feeling of his orgasm, his pleasure, his soul ripping through theirs as his pleasure released deeper than their body could take… it was a thing of sweet, tender perfection. Well… tender as they conceived of it, anyway.

Their body had only known two orgasms, and could easily handle more, and yet… that had been deeply satisfying. Their desire washed away within that satisfaction as Frisk and Sans both held each other close. They breathed together, somewhat hard at first, but settling into gentle relaxation, true satiation.

A quiet moment of stillness, without any fire lashing at their minds. A new moment, a contrast to the burning pleasures of the timeless time they had known together.

Everything was exactly as it should be, and Frisk’s soul sang.