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I’m in the waiting room, my leg bouncing as I wait to see a doctor. This pulling feeling in my chest has been plaguing me ever since I left the cafe this morning and keeps getting stronger. I don’t love being in hospitals, but I have never felt anything like this before and I don’t want to accidentally brush off something that could be serious.
My name is finally called. They bring me into a random room to get my vitals checked by a nurse. She looks confused by the results.
“Everything looks fine, you said your chest had a pulling feeling?” She asks. I nod my head.
“I’ve never felt anything like it.” I respond, she looks down at my bouncing leg.
“Have you ever had an anxiety attack or a panic attack?” She asks.
“Yeah, but they never feel like this.” I answer. I’m sure it's not an anxiety attack. Being a therapist I think I would know the signs pretty well, but I suppose it would be better to have a doctor determine. Part of me hopes she’s right and that's all that's wrong, but part of me is hoping that I didn’t waste a day in a hospital and spent unnecessary medical bills to be told that I had something I could have easily taken care of at home.
“Alright if you say so. The doctor should be in to see you shortly.” She says before leaving the room.
Maybe she’s right and it is my anxiety. Every time I need medical care my anxiety does flare up, and it did seem to get worse when I came in here. But why would it randomly flare up in a cafe? No, this feels different… I know it is somehow and I hope the doctor can help me figure out why before I collapse or have a seizure. Speaking of the doctor, after waiting what feels like an hour someone finally opens the door, and I feel my heart pulling strongly again. I find myself surprised as a skeleton monster enters the room with his eyes on his clipboard.
“Y/N?” He asks. His eyes look up to meet mine and his eyebrows (or I guess eyebrow looking appendage) shoot up in surprise for just a moment before he seems to compose himself.
“Yup, that's me.” I say. He just stares for a moment, and I try my hardest not to stare back, although its difficult. I haven’t seen many monsters since they emerged from the underground and I’ve never seen a skeleton monster before. I certainly didn’t expect to have any kind of attraction to one, but it could just be the way he holds himself. I try to shake off my surface level attraction to his stature and refocus, and he seems to do the same although I’m assuming for different reasons than mine.
“What brings you in today?” He asks in a soothingly deep voice and I explain my situation.
“You say it feels different from an anxiety attack… how?” He asks, and I can tell he’s trying to be polite about it to make me feel more comfortable.
“Normally with a panic or an anxiety attack, it's tied to some kind of anxiety inducing event or series of event. I had no reason to be anxious at that cafe and I don’t think anything crazy stressful in my life has been happening.It feels physically different too… normally I would have trouble breathing and I couldn’t focus at all. I’m breathing fine and I can still communicate alright. Also, normally using my 5 things technique will work, and it didn’t this time. I’ve learnt a lot of great tactics for dealing with anxiety attacks to help with my clients that have severe attacks.” I explain.
“You a therapist?” He asks, I nod. He just responds with a hmm.
“I’m going to retake some of your vitals and check a few other things” He tells me before doing exactly that. I try to sit as still as I can while he does so. I try to distract myself as he listens to my heart so that it doesn’t beat faster and make him suspicious of my strange attraction to this monster that I’ve just met. I find myself staring at his face in particular. The lights in his eyes are fixed on my chest where the stethoscope is. I assume the eyelights work like pupils, and they shine like tiny stars in the dark holes in his face. It is mesmerizing. His eyes meet mine and I shy away my gaze. He looks at my chart and gives an unsatisfied look at everything.
“Nothing is really standing out to me. I’m going to need to do some blood work to rule some things out.” He says before getting out a needle. I feel my anxiety rise, needles are not my favorite.
“This will just be a quick prick, you’ll feel a little pressure for a second.” He says as he cleans my arm in preparation. I think he sees the anxiety in my features or in the shaking of my hands, because his eyes soften and so does his tone as he speaks.
“Afraid of needles?”
“Just a bit… it makes getting my vaccinations hard if you can imagine. I’ll just try my best to breathe through it.” I say in the hope that it makes him think that I’m less of a wuss. I feel him feel for the vein in my arm and I stop breathing without realizing.
“Don’t forget to breathe. You can grab my arm if that helps. I’m big boned so you can squeeze to help relieve the pressure and it won’t bother me a bit.” He says and rolls up his sleeve to reveal his thicker than human bones. I try not to salivate like a dog at the sight of his sleeves rolled up and I nod my head. I wrap my free hand around his arm which feels surprisingly warm despite him being made of bone.
“So you’re a therapist huh? What kind of population do you work with?” He asks and uncaps the needle. I look away and squeeze his arm.
“A big range of people. I try to keep a balance of high and low acuity clients. I meet with drug addicts, children, people that are grieving, college students with depression. A little bit of everything to keep it interesting and not too stressful.” I answer.
“I don’t have the patience for that kind of stuff. I barely have the patience for this. At least my work can have more definitive answers for treatment and when I’m done administering it's over with.” He states. I laugh but it's cut off with a wince as I feel the needle go in. I see the doctor wince for a moment too and I hope I’m not squeezing him too hard.
“I’ve always naturally held a lot of patience, I thought that I would use it for good. As far as treatment goes, as long as my clients can say that they have learned something new about themselves or felt heard in my sessions then I know I’m doing something right.” I say, trying to distract myself from the painful intrusion in my arm.
“When was the last time you saw a doctor?” Dr. Serif says, changing the topic.
“Oh, probably the last time I was hospitalized.”
“You don’t have primary care?” He asks.
“No, I’m not always the best example for my clients in terms of physical self-care. I haven’t had a regular checkup in years. Too busy.” I say and he finally pulls the needle out.
“Well, you’ll want to start practicing what you preach more. When was the last time you had any medical care.?”
“A few years ago I had a kidney infection. I’ve had chronic pain since I was a kid, so I didn’t know that the pain I was feeling in my back was actually indicative of an infection. I almost died from sepsis.”
“Jeez kid. Are you having any kind of pain today?”
“No, just that pulling feeling in my chest. Do you know what it might be?” I ask. He looks thoughtful before answering.
“No. It could just be an allergy to something or an unusual reaction to anxiety. Did you eat anything you haven’t tried before today?” He asks. I shake my head no.
“Hmm. Well, We’ll wait on the results from your bloodwork to see if any red flags show. If not, then there's no other indication of heart problems or anything severe. It could just be an extra bad case of acid reflux, but I want to see what the tests say first to rule everything out first.” He says. He sees the disappointment on my face at the current findings… my health will forever be a mystery I guess.
“You took that needle like a real champ though, SEW at least there's that.” He says in attempts to lighten things up. I smile at the silly pun.
“Thanks doc, I won’t take your compliment in VEIN” I respond and I get a little chuckle from it. His deep laugh stirs something deep in me and I swear the tugging feeling increases again. I also swear that I see the doctor wince again as well.
“Anyways, I’ll be back with your results in a bit, sit tight.” He says before leaving and I let out a huge sigh. I get a phone call from my work while I’m waiting. My boss is asking me about coming back to work today to meet with one of Patricia's clients that she didn’t have time for this afternoon because she fell behind on paperwork.
“I’m sorry but I don’t know how much longer this blood work will take or what the results will say…” I’m in the middle of responding when the doctor comes back in and thankfully sees me on the phone.
“My doctor is back. I’ll give you a call after I see my results and I’ll see if I can come in later in the afternoon as long as patricias client is able to still come in. Talk later.” I say wrapping things up. I turn to the doctor with an apologetic look.
“Sorry, just work.” I explain.
“You’ll want to let them know that you won’t be able to return today. There’s nothing wrong physically with your heart based on the scans and the blood work.” He notes.
“Okay… so what is wrong then?”
“We don’t know what exactly but I was discussing your case with a fellow monster colleague and she thinks it could be your soul. Do you know what that means?” He asks. I remember doing new training and CEUs to learn about souls after the monsters first emerged a few years ago. It was the administration's attempts to be inclusive of monsters in psychiatric care.
“The culmination of my being, that has to do with magic right?” I ask. He seems pleased with my vague knowledge.
“To put it basically, yes. We think there could be something off with your soul which is why you are feeling something, but it's not showing up on your human measurement tools that aren’t made to measure magic.”
“So what do I do?” I ask.
“Well, I’ll need to take a quick look at your soul to see if anything is off. If there isn’t anything blatantly obvious that can be directly observed then the problem can be looked at on a separate date and I don’t think we’ll be risking your health too much.” He notes.
“Okay… I’ve never had my soul observed before, do you need a machine or is it like a surgery?” I ask.
“It's a bit invasive, much like a surgery, but in a different way. Like you said, it's the culmination of your being. In monster culture the soul is a very personal thing that only a doctor or someone you were close to could see. All I need to do is pull it out of your chest with magic, but I should warn you that it may be a bit uncomfortable, and I understand if you need more time to get comfortable with the idea, but it will need to be done to figure out what is wrong.” He explains.
“That's okay, you can do whatever you need to… as long as we can figure out what is wrong so that I can go back to work.” I say. He chuckles at this.
“Alright. You’ll want to lay back for this. If you need me to stop for any reason, just say so at any point.” He says before putting his hand above my chest.
“You’re going to feel a pulling sensation that may be a bit different than what you have been feeling so far.” He says before lifting his hand slightly with a grasping motion. His left eye turns a light blue color and I am absolutely fascinated by it, but my attention is quickly pulled away as he lifts his hand further and I feel the pulling sensation again, but this time I feel it coming out of me and I see a soft glow come from my chest. Sans’ eyes go wide and he staggers back for a moment. We both stare at the heart shaped glow in front of us. It is green with a crack going down the middle.
“Is… is that normal?” I ask.
“I… I need to consult with another doctor. I’m going to send in my colleague to finish the check up.” He says before leaving the room abruptly. That was strange… Why did he look so concerned??? A yellow lizard monster comes in and greets me with a kind smile.
“Hello, I am so sorry about that. Doctor serif had something he had to leave for. He asked me to come finish your soul inspection.” She claims, but she looks somewhat nervous.
“Is there something wrong with me? Doctor serif seemed a bit bothered by the look of my soul…” I ask.
“Oh! No! Don’t worry about his reaction, he just had something else he needed to attend to that he forgot about. Your soul looks healthy for the most part.” She states. I feel a slight disappointment knowing that I won’t see Doctor Serif again today. My soul shrinks slightly for a moment at the same time I feel the disappointment. How fascinating…
“What about the crack?” I ask. She looks at it with squinted eyes.
“Yes, that is definitely not the healthiest looking crack, but it looks like your soul has been hard at work healing it well enough on its own. Your soul will get cracks in it after going through something traumatic. Usually they don’t self-heal unless you have been through a healing process of some sort.”
“I’ve been through therapy once or twice.” I respond, hoping this is a good enough explanation to not have to discuss it further. She nods her head in understanding.
“That may need to be attended to if you find that it doesn’t go away after a bit. Although the crack should not be the source of the pulling sensation you’ve been feeling. Have you noticed the pulling sensation more around certain places or… people?” She asks.
“Not that I’ve noticed. I just started feeling it this morning. It seemed to go away a bit after the other doctor left, it seems to be going away a bit more. Maybe it really was just anxiety…As long as I can go back to work I don’t really care what it is” I say and she seems to be suspicious of this.
“It could be anxiety, but i’ve never seen it look like this on soul…You’ll be approved to go back to work but I am going to prescribe that you start having more frequent checkups on your soul with a soul expert for the next few weeks to make sure that your crack is healing and that the pullings sensation goes away permanently. I would add you to my list but it would take weeks to get you an appointment. Doctor Serif should have an opening coming up on Thursdays. Would you be able to do that starting next week until we can figure out what is going on?” She asks. I nod my head.
“I can do that. Is there anything else I need to do in the meantime?”
“Just do your best to reduce stress daily. It's better for your heart and your soul.” She says. I agree as a courtesy, but to be honest I don’t think there is anything I can realistically do to reduce my daily stress. I thank Dr. Alphys and go on my way. After leaving the hospital I give my work a call back and thankfully they found someone to meet with Patricia's client already and told me I was cleared to take the rest of the day off.
I decide to head home and for some reason I feel like there are eyes in the back of my head as I am driving home.
For the next week I stay busy as usual, and thankfully the pulling has been a bit weaker but is still there. It has become weak enough that I can ignore it most days. The time comes to have my check-up with doctor Serif and my theory about it being psychosomatic anxiety keeps growing stronger as I get closer and closer to the doctors office.
I am called into the office for my appointment and I straighten myself out before entering. A part of me wanted to look nice for my appointment so I made sure to put on something that was equally hot and professional looking. Dr. Serif walks in and the breath leaves me momentarily as the pull in my chest increases, and I swear I see him stumble simultaneously. His face has traces of discomfort on it but he shakes it off and his features soften as he looks at me. I feel my heart melt at his soft gaze and he has to repeat his introduction to me a second time before I notice him speaking.
“Oh yes! Hello. I am doing alright.” I respond in a way that I hope is correct. His smile perks up slightly and butterflies appear in my stomach like a schoolgirl with a crush on her classmate.
“How about that pulling sensation?” He asks.
“Still there. It got weaker for a bit but has been stronger today.” I note and he sighs.
“I had a feeling you would say that… Dr. Alphys came to me after she checked on your soul. I wanted her to do the checkup just to confirm something that I may not have been able to determine on my own, and she confirmed my suspicions. How much do you know about the science of souls?”
“Not much” I admit.
“Well, based on my readings the best explanation I could come up with is that your soul is searching for its mate. You most likely came across them at some point last week without realizing it and now your soul is searching for them again to try and connect before your next mating cycle.” He explains and I take a moment to understand exactly what he is trying to say.
“Wait, you’re saying I have a soul-mate? Like that's an actual thing and not just a cheesy saying used in the romance novels I read?” I ask and he nods.
“For monsters it is. And for humans bonded to monsters, although uncommon, the concept is pretty much the same. There is not much known about human soulmate connections because it has rarely happened throughout history.” He explains.
“So my soulmate is a monster? Does this mean that whoever I’m bonded with is going to be compatible with me romantically? Do our souls need each other to survive?” I ask. Sans looks thoughtful as he answers and is clearly trying to be as informative as he can.
“In terms of compatibility, yes usually soulmates are compatible, but in rare cases this could not be the case. If that happens you can always try to break your bond but it has fatal effects on the soul, and it has never been recorded to happen to a human before so the known effects of it are unknown for your species. In terms of NEEDING each other… I would say it greatly decreases your quality of life if you are not with them. Especially for mating cycles, for females a heat without your partner can be borderline torturous, even though it won’t kill you. Your souls have been deemed compatible by whatever natural or supernatural forces are at play, and it is a method for survival that simply cannot be ignored if you want to go back to living a normal life.” He explains and my heart drops.
“Oh.” I say, unsure of how else to react.
“What do I do?” I ask the doctor and he raises his eyebrow.
“My advice? Follow that pull feeling. If it is stronger it means you are close to your partner. If you don’t have any luck I would say post something about it online. I’ll show you an app specifically for people that already have the bond that are looking for their mate.” He tells me and I get out my phone to download the app.
“What if it takes me a long time to find them? Or what if I find them and I want to break the bond? I just want to think ahead about my long-term health here.” I explain and he nods in understanding.
“As you should. Mate cycles occur every month like a human period. My guess is that it aligns with your ovulation fazes, and you will probably experience your first heat the week before you get your normal period.” He explains.
“I’m on birth control so I haven’t had a period in a long time… I have no clue where I’m at in my cycle. What will happen if I go into heat before I find my mate?”
“Your birth control may dampen the effects… it's hard to know since your case is so rare. When you go into heat your libido will increase, you may have some mind fog, and your skin will start to feel really hot. The only way to really help with the symptoms is to take a heat suppressant which mostly helps with the hot skin, or to have sex with your mate.” He explains and I feel my cheeks start to blush.
“Well that sounds awful. So I have to try to find my mate soon, and immediately have sex with them to prevent this from happening?” I ask. He sighs.
“Pretty much. I’m sorry I don’t have any better answers. Your case is so rare. If you don’t mind I would like to observe your case until you reach your cycle. Hopefully by then you will have found your mate. Regardless, any data we can gather would be helpful in the future for anyone else that finds themselves in your position. Would you be alright with that?” He asks.
“Absolutely… I’ll do whatever I can to contribute. I might have to go through hell this month but at least I know I might be helping someone else to not go through the same thing.”
“That's an admirable outlook. Look, here’s my number. I want you to call me if you experience any concerning symptoms okay? We’ll meet up once a week until something new comes along and I’ll keep monitoring you for data. Like I said, call me if you need anything. I’ll ask around my circles and see if anyone is out there looking for you.” He offers.
“Thank you”
The next week:
I had another check up with doctor Serif. Nothing had changed from the previous week and he hasn’t heard of anyone in our area looking for a soulmate. A part of me feels guilty for still feeling attracted to my doctor despite having my soulmate out there somewhere. I just can’t help myself. In every interaction we’ve had he is attentive, lighthearted, and charismatic. His energy is simply magnetic to me. He turns me on for reasons I fail to be able to put into words. After our checkup is over he gives me the heat suppressants he ordered just in case I need them.
“If you start getting heat symptoms, just take these as soon as you can and keep monitoring your heart rate. If it goes too high or if you wait a while and it doesn’t work, give me a call.” He says.
“Okay, thank you.” I say, hoping my mate will find me soon. The other thing I enjoy about our weekly checkups is that they seem to distract me enough that the pulling feeling goes away for the time that I’m with the doctor in his office.
Thankfully it is Friday and when I get home after my checkup I decide to take a bath to relax and start my weekend. I get in and have everything set up with snacks and a drink, and a romance book on one of those weird tub stands. I’m reading a romance about a professor and a doctoral student falling in love when suddenly I start to feel too warm in the bath. I add some cool water into the bath and take a drink from my water cup in hopes to quell the feeling. For some reason it doesn’t help. In fact, I keep getting warmer and warmer… and oh god for some reason my nether regions are starting to get fired up too. Oh goodness… could this be what Doctor serif warned me about???
I decide to try and run the bath cold and wait a few minutes just in case that's not it. I run the water completely cold but it does not work. Did doctor Serif say to do anything else? Fuck, thinking about the doctorwas the wrong move on my part. I start to get flashes in my vision of him. He’s pushing me up against a wall, against a chair, a bed. He’s choking me, kissing me, holding me. My skin starts to get unnaturally warm and I feel the water around my skin heating up from my body heat.
I get out of the tub and run to take the heat suppressants he gave me. The bottle says to take 2 pills and wait 15 minutes. I follow the instructions. I try to wait the full 15 minutes and every passing second is near agony. I lay naked in my bed writhing and I try to make myself orgasm with a vibrator, but it only brings me relief briefly and the burning returns all over my body in less than a minute. I check and 17 minutes have gone by without any relief. I go to grab my phone. It's 10:27pm… I hope Doctor Serif is still awake. I dial the number and impatiently wait as it rings.
Sans POV:
I’m just returning home from visiting Grillby’s when I see a call from an unknown number and wonder who would be calling me at 10:30pm. I left Grillby's early because that damn tugging at my chest kept getting stronger and stronger. I have gone down every avenue of investigation over the last week to see if it could be anything OTHER than me having a soulmate. My nonexistent brain refuses to believe that whatever forces drive this shit would ever logically think to pair me up for life with the most gorgeous woman on the damn planet, and of course she just also happens to be a patient of mine. There’s just no way. But after scanning the monster dating sites and asking around, I have found no one else on this side of the city that is looking for their damn soulmate except for Y/n.
I pick up the phone and hear heavy breathing and… groaning on the other side? The voice sounds familiar for some reason.
“Doctor…..?” I hear her voice breathe out. Oh stars. It's her.
“Y/n? Is that you? What's going on? And please call me Sans when I’m not in the office, I don’t like using official sounding names” I say, praying that she is not calling to tell me she found her mate. Wait, why would I care? Shouldn’t I be happy for her?
“Sans, I took the suppressants but they’re not working. It's been half an hour and I feel like I’m on fire, what do I do?” She says, sounding absolutely breathless and desperate. Oh stars, this is even worse than I thought. She’s in heat already, and she has no mate. The sound of her desperation is clear, and for some reason it makes me insatiably turned-on, and my soul is glowing underneath my shirt.
“You said you tried the suppressants, did you take them as the instructions stated?”
“I took 2 orally and waited 15 minutes and nothing has changed, it keeps getting wooorseee…OH” She says, ending her sentence with a gasp that sounds near orgasmic and I feel my cock jump at the sound. I fight to not groan in response. Why didn’t her suppressant work?
I want to smack myself when I suddenly remember seeing a case study that said the suppressants have not been tested on humans with full bonds and may not work, and I meant to share this information with her at our next checkup. Shit. Well I can’t just leave her like this, she’ll get hot enough to run naked through the city streets without shame. Her scent may also attract unwanted lone monsters, and I get a sickening feeling of jealousy at the thought of anyone else trying to mate with her. I find myself thinking of doing the impossible.
“Do you have anyone you can hook up with, anyone that knows how to handle souls?”
“No, only you, you’re the only one I trust.” She says, and goddamn every word that comes out of her just gets me harder and harder. Hard enough to make my brain want to make a rash decision. I almost talk myself out of it, but then I realize if I don’t do anything she could harm herself without meaning to…
“Y/n where are you?” I ask. She spits out her address with a whine that makes my soul glow even brighter.
“Stay there.” I say before teleporting right outside of her house. I knock on the door of the quaint little cottage building near the city park. She lives a lot closer than I would have thought. I knock at the door and wait. No answer. A whiff of a sweet smell passes my nose and the smell makes my soul pound in my chest. She’s here and her scent makes me nearly drool on myself. I teleport inside and look around the home. It looks just as cute as I thought her home would look with handmade art and thrifted home goods lying around, and a little cat greets me at my legs. I hear another whine come from what looks like a bedroom and the cat guides me to the door. I knock. Her sweet musky scent is getting stronger and I can barely hold myself back from just barging in.
“Y/n, it's me, It's sans, can I come in?” I ask.
“Just a second!” She says and I hear rustling.
“Come in!” she shouts. I enter her room and find her lying in bed with only a top sheet covering her naked body. The sheet fits right around all of her curves and I can clearly see the outline of her breasts and her hardened nipples. Jesus christ. I’m glad I’m wearing a jacket or else my soul would have blinded her. She is clearly struggling to sit still. Her cheeks are flushed a beautiful deep red, her eyes are glassy with tears, and she is biting those soft looking lips. I walk up to the side of her bed and put my hand on her forehead. She is definitely too hot for a human. I need to do something before she gets worse.
“Y/n, hon’, I don’t want to risk overdosing you on your meds, but we need to do something or else you will overheat and have a seizure. There’s only one other thing I can think of doing, but I need your consent…” I say. She looks up at me in desperation and her face leans into my hand. I sigh and pray to the stars that my suggestion won’t make her hate me forever.
“We would need to have sex and complete the mating ritual. I can make it as medical as possible if you want that. And afterwards I would need to assign you to a new doctor so as not to break my contract with you as your provider any further.” I say. She looks me in the eyes and a dastardly sexy look spreads on her face that makes me worry a little less.
“Sans. I need you to touch me now. I have wanted you to touch me since I first met you last month and now I need you to touch me or I will die. We can worry about the consequences later. I give you my consent and I give it enthusiastically. There is no one else I would rather do this with. ” She states, emphasising her words by taking my hand off of her forehead and placing it on her breast over the sheet. Well damn.
I was thinking she would be disgusted by my offer. I really don’t want to take advantage of her in a state like this, but she says she’s supposedly been attracted to me for weeks now. I somehow didn’t pick up on that until now, but she blatantly gave me her consent. I feel her warm breast jiggle under my hand as she fights to sit still.
“Fuck it.” I say before ripping the sheet off her naked body and climbing over her in the bed. I prop her knees up. Her bare pussy along with the rest of her is exposed completely to me. She is absolutely soaking wet already. I want to drink in the sight of her for as long as possible, but I see her wriggle and remember that she needs me to fuck her ASAP.
“Stars… you’re perfect.” I say before coming up to kiss her. I want to try and make this as enjoyable as possible for her. She is just as soft as she looks, and her mouth tastes as sweet as she smells. She moans into the kiss and a growl comes out of me. She starts to take of my clothes and I assist her while licking into her soft mouth. After my clothes are off all of the way, I sit up and she stares with hungry looking eyes. Her hands feel up and down my arms and shift to my ribs and into a particularly sensitive spot. I pin her hands above her head to keep her from riling me up any further.
“Slow down sweetheart… I’m just getting started with you.” I say before kissing down her body starting with her jawline. She whines as I get closer to her breasts. I use my free hand to squeeze her breasts that are so round and soft. I pinch her right nipple slightly and a pornographic moan escapes her.
“Sans please, oh stars please fuck me, I need you.”She begs. Oh, I like that.
“Darlin’, I will do anything for you if you keep begging for me like that.” I say and continue my trail of kisses and licks down her stomach until I’m finally on the inside of her thighs. I let go of her hands in the process and she gently places them on the sides of my head.
“I’ll fuck you sweetheart, but first I need to taste you. I have daydreamed for weeks about doing this on the goddamn medical bench after every time you left my office since the first time we met.” I say before diving into her soft folds that are already dripping for me. I lick a line straight from her vaginal opening to her clit and she cries out in ecstasy. I can’t stop myself from feasting on her like she’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.
“Sans, oh god, Sans, please if you don’t stop I’m going to-” She moans out and gets interrupted as I enter a digit into her soaking wet pussy. I make sure to put magic padding on my hands so that it feels good for her. As soon as I enter her she moans and I feel her clit twitch under my tongue. She squirts lightly and I am pleasantly surprised.
“Good girl, cum for me.” I say before continuing to lick her and I thrust my fingers. Her breath gets shorter and shorter and her thighs start to squeeze around my head. She starts to squirt again and try to keep licking her exactly how she likes until she finally screams in release. Her whole body twitches under and around me. My soul shines bright in my chest and she looks at me in absolute awe.
“Is that…?”
“My soul. I think it wants me to finally fuck whats mine.” I say, and then kiss her before she can question my statement further. I don’t want to mess with soul sex tonight if I don’t have to. I don’t want her heat to override her consciousness when she is choosing to do something that permanent. She reaches down and wraps her hands around my cock and I can’t hold back my groan as she squeezes.
“It feels so human… it's like-”
“Magic?” I answer for her before kissing her neck again and running my hands gently down her sides.
“Sans, please I need it!” She nearly yells. I chuckle at her enthusiasm.
“Need what baby? Tell me.” I tease.
“Your cock! Please sans I need you to fuck me! I’m on birth control, so you don’t need to worry. I need you to fill me NOW.”
“So impatient… heat will do that to you. You sound so pretty when you’re desperate and begging for my cock, but I want to offer one last chance to turn back, you can always tell me no and we can try to figure something else out.” I say and her expression turns serious. I'm worried she’s about to take my offer, but then she grabs me by the collar bones and kisses me. When she pulls back she lightly jabs her pointer finger into my sternum.
“Sans, if you don’t fuck me right now I will fuck you up in an entirely different sense.” She says with a determination that makes me bark out a laugh.
“Okay sweetheart, I’ll fuck you, but only because you asked so nicely. Now tell me….” I say while rubbing my cock up and down her labia, covering myself in her wetness.
“Do you want me to go slow for you, or do you like to fuck hard?” I ask and her eyes roll into the back of her head with a groan.
“Fuck me hard Sans, oh stars, fuck me hard enough to break me.” She says, and I smile.
“Such a dirty mouth.” I say before entering her with a thrust hard enough to make a squeak come out of her.
“I love that sound. I want to hear it again.” I say before thrusting into her again a little slower this time, but I don’t take too long before picking up the pace a bit and she becomes a mewling mess below me. Tears of ecstasy and relief start to run down her face as I fuck her sensless and I lean down to lick the tears off.
“You look so pretty taking my cock sweetheart. You take me so well…” I say and reach down to circle her clit. She squirts again and it only encourages me to keep going at a steady pace until she is trembling. I feel her pussy squeeze around me as she gets closer and close to the edge.
“Sans, please, cum in me. I need to be filled by you please!” She begs and I nearly bust on the spot.
“Oh I will, I’m going to fill this pretty little pussy up and cover you in my scent sweetheart. Everyone in town will know who you belong to after tonight.”
“Oh stars, Sans!” She moans out.
“That's it, pretty girl, tell everyone who you belong to now.”
“I belong to you Sans! I’m yours!” She yells before becoming a squirting mess below me, and she cums with a final scream. The words coming from her, and her squeezing around me becomes too much at once and everything within me unravels directly into all of her. I don’t think there has ever been a better feeling experience in my life. I thrust into her with a final grunt and I smell her scent start to envelop me completely. I take a minute to catch my breath and I take in the sight of her beauty as she recovers from her orgasmic state. I reach my hands up to cup her face and her skin is already cooling down exponentially.
“It worked.” I say before getting off of her, she looks like she wants to say something but is too tired.
“I’ll be right back, I promise.” I say before going to her kitchen to grab a washcloth and a glass of water. I come back in and she smiles at me in a comforting way that makes me feel like the luckiest fucker on the planet. I open her legs slightly and begin to clean her off and she makes cute little noises as I touch her most sensitive parts. It almost makes me want to go for round two, but then I see the exhaustion in her features and I remember why I am here in the first place.
“Where are your pajamas hon’?” I ask her. She points to the bottom drawer of her dresser. She has a cute fuzzy pair of pajama shorts with teddy bears on them and a matching shirt to go with them. I help slide the shirt over her head, and she reaches to put on her shorts herself. While she does so I put my clothes back on. I find her staring at me with those big doe eyes when I finish putting myself back together.
“Are you leaving?” She asks in a way that makes me want to never leave her long enough to think I could ever breathe without her near me for the rest of time. But I think that may be too much to say after only hooking up for the first (and potentially the last) time.
“Do you want me to?” I ask. She shakes her head no.
“Please stay.” She asks, as though I would never dream of saying no.
“Alright.” I say, and I’m about to sit down on her bed when I notice the giant wet spot covering most of it, and I take her blush as a clue that she notices it as well.
“Actually, do you want to come over to my place to spend the night?” I ask her. She smiles.
“I’d love to.” She says and I smile back. I take her sheets off of her bed and put them in her washer and hit start while she puts her stuff together in a small bag.
“You ready?” I ask her and she nods. After how vocal she was in bed, I almost forgot how quiet she normally is. She’s probably too tired to try too hard for conversation right now anyways.
“We’re going to take a shortcut. Close your eyes real quick and hold my hand, and I’ll take you directly to my place.” I say. She complies, and I try to savor the feeling of her hand in mine as I walk us home in a few steps. Thankfully teleporting doesn’t seem to bother her fragile human body in any way.
“You can open your eyes now.” I tell her. She opens her eyes and looks around my room in shock.
“How did you do that?!” She asks.
“Magic” I say with jazz hands.
“I’m too tired to question you further on that right now, but don’t think I’ll forget to ask later.” She says.
“I won’t” I say and she looks around my room.
“Would you mind if I use the bathroom quickly?” She asks.
“Of course not, just go to your left and it's right there. By the way, I live with my brother so you may bump into him. He should be asleep but if not don’t worry too much, he’s a cool guy.” I explain and she nods. When she comes back she is dragging her feet and barely keeping her eyes open. I pat the bed next to me for her to lay next to me.
“Mating when you’re in heat can really take it out of you. We’ll talk more in the morning about… this” I say and gesture between the two of us.
“For now you should get some sleep. I’ll be here all night if you need anything, okay?”
“Okay…” She says with a smile and her gaze shifts down for a moment before she looks back up at me with the most mesmerizing eyes I’ve ever seen and she kisses my cheek.
“Thank you Sans.” She says before closing her eyes and cuddling into my side as I adjust to lay on my back. I slip my hand under her shirt and rub her back until her breathing gets heavy and steady. I move the hair out of her face so I can see how peaceful she looks as she sleeps. I trace her eyebrows with my thumb and think to myself about how I hope she won’t regret any of this in the morning. Even if she does, at least I have tonight to hold her.