☃️Baby it's Cold Outside☃️ :: Pages 128-132 (Patreon)

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The shock that erupted through her body was just as painful as the others had been, but thankfully it didn’t knock her out.  But it did do something just as bad. Maybe even worse.  The shock wouldn’t stop until she grabbed the dress back from Sans, who was holding it out patiently for her to take,  and put it on.  The pain was so bad and so constant that Frisk didn’t even care when she took her clothes off in front of Sans and didn’t even flinched as he ran his tongue over his lipless mouth as he looked over her body when she frantically tried to put the dress on.  

And when she did the pain instantly stopped.  

She had to fight back the tears as Sans helped her adjust the material.  He grinned at her.  

“See, dollface?  If you just go wit’ the flow everything’s easier.  Everything’s nicer,” Sans purred and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist from behind as his whole body nearly encompassed hers.  She shuddered and closed her eyes.

Here it comes , she thought to herself and waited for his hands to play with her body.  To violate her.  To fuck her.  He hadn’t done it that first night, but this was the second day.  Of course he wouldn’t wait.  Why would he?   But all he did was rest his chin on top her head and sigh in delight.

“How come you don’t wear red and black colors more often?”

“W-what?” Frisk asked.  She wasn’t expected a question about her choice of clothing.  She was expecting him to throw her on the bed, rip her new dress to pieces and finally do what she knew he wanted to do.

Sans chuckled.  “Relax, little lady.  I ain’t gonna do anything to ya,  At least not anything too bad.”

Frisk blinked as his words settled in.  She wasn’t stupid enough to feel relieved.

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as he buried his face into her hair.  

“Yer puttin’ up a good performance, but I know yer still scared of me,” he explained, his voice slightly muffled.  His warm breath tickled the top of her neck.    “That ain’t no good.  When we do fuck, I don’t want ya to be scared.  Takes the fun out of it.  And normally I ain’t a patient guy….at least when it comes to waiting fer something I really really want.”   

Frisk trembled in his hold as Sans finally moved his hands up to cup her breasts in his large hands.