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seizethecarpe · 4 years ago

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Between Bookends || Dave and Rio

Timing: Currentish, during versipellis plot. Summary: Dave knows he isn’t well, and he turns to the only scribe he knows for help. Whether that’s a good idea or not... well. They’ll find out. Content warnings: Body horror mention

Dave trembled, his muscles exhausted to the point of no return. He could barely steer the boat cohesively, except for the hunger eating at his stomach despite the pound and pounds of seal meat he’d already eaten. As he got closer and closer to the shore, the monstrous sickness became even louder, knowing its prey was nearby. He’d almost slaughtered Adam, had come close to killing several other too. Maybe he’d even drowned a couple, even if he hadn’t eaten them. Guilt tried to gnaw at him, but how could it even begin to compete with the hunger inside him? The boat shuddered to a stop, a small distance from where he’d dock it. Maybe just a small enough distance to give Rio the chance to run, or fight, or whatever the kid needed to. Dave took a last deep breath through his mouth, so that the last thing he smelled was the sea. If he didn’t talk, he wouldn’t have to breathe. He raised his hand to Rio in recognition. “You said you could help,” Dave signed. “How can you help?”

Orion didn’t know what to do with his hands. His eyesight made Dave’s boat coming into view that much more awkward. How close was close enough to start waving? How awkward would it be for him to stand completely still while Dave came closer and closer to land? In context of exactly what Dave was going through, none of this seemed relevant or important. But as Rio’s mind raced with all the possibilities of what could be wrong and how Dave could end up hurt, these annoying little social cues that Rio couldn’t get a grasp of seemed to be the only way to distract himself from completely freaking out. As an annoying compromise, Rio swayed his arms a bit by his side until Dave motioned first. Then Rio started waving and moving to close the distance between the two. Dave’s question didn’t exactly ease Rio’s concerns. Promising help was something that Rio always did. This time he actually needed to follow through on the offer. Easier said than done when he still wasn’t absolutely positive he was right. “Right. Yeah. I have some ideas. Um- I just want to be sure about what you saw.” Rio signed as he spoke, moving closer to the boat to try to help him with anything he needed.

“Stay back. I don’t rightly know if I have a handle on this.” Dave signed aggressively, taking a couple steps back in his boat. He’d seen Rio against the cockatrices, in tears over the thought of having to kill an aggro chicken. No matter what tricks Rio had up his sleeve, he wouldn’t do what would need doing if… well, just if. The hunger was an ambush predator, overwhelming him before because he hadn’t known it was there. That was the only way he could swallow the guilt of how close he’d come already to eating people. Now it could no longer sneak up on him, Dave liked to believe for a moment he would have control, but as Rio got closer, even without smelling the air, Dave’s mouth was beginning to salivate. “Biggest wolf I’ve ever seen in the woods. Not around a full moon, skin dangling from its back like it was wearing war trophies of something. Barely got away in time.” Dave raised his arm, showing the bandage and the angry red that had seeped through and had dried on the outside.

Crossing his arms in protest, Orion froze in place and kept the distance from Dave that was demanded. He didn’t like the idea of it though. Dave was clearly going through a lot right now, and what he needed was someone that could do whatever it took to help him out. Dave had given an overview of what was wrong and how dangerous he was becoming. Rio had to determine the line of separation between helping Dave and trying to keep himself safe. For as smart as he was told that he was growing up, it was just about the only thing that his parents would compliment him on, he hadn’t mastered the art of self preservation. “Jesus” Rio mumbled to himself, not wasting the time in signing it before moving on, “Right. Okay. Well, I have a theory. I think.” It wasn’t perfect and it certainly wasn’t something he had ever come across before, but the pieces of Dave’s story seemed to be fitting together. “I have a place we can go. Nobody but me will be there. But on our way, explain what you’re feeling. Like uh- you mentioned about a hunger for…” Unable to finish the sentence himself, he dropped his hands and left it open ended for Dave to elaborate.

“I’ll take the hint of an idea over anything swirling through my head at the moment.” Better than wondering what had broken in him, if this was the work of the Valkyrie messing with his head or a sickness Dave wouldn’t shake, or something to do with how rare Leopard Seal Selkies were, that there was something inherently wrong with him. Wild leopard seals ate the young of other seal species… maybe that was what he was relegated to, why he’d been so hungry for Ollie. Reaching out to Rio had been… desperation. Better than continuing to ignore it after nearly killing several. “People,” Dave signed, disgust curling his lips, ashamed of the admission. “I’ve almost killed… too many people, in the last few days. One of them a selkie. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

It was definitely as horrifying as it sounded, and Orion could understand why Dave was so set on keeping distance from him. He wondered how strong the craving was, or how hard it had to be to hold himself back anytime he was around someone. “I think I know what’s wrong. Maybe.” He couldn’t exactly be sure, not with all of the other craziness that happened around town. At any given time there could probably be three or more explanations to some gory murder or unexplained phenomenon. In this case, all the stars seemed to align. “I have a place that we can go. I’ll have you look through a book with me and if I’m right, it should help us figure out what to do next. Follow me okay?” Rio signed and then waved him along. The trip to the Scribrary wouldn’t take too long, but both would have to be on edge the entire time, wary of what might happen if Dave’s self control wavered. Rio had strength on his side, but he didn’t have experience. Or guts. “And it’s safe there.”

“And if you’re wrong?” Dave signed back, his hands jerking in agitation. He looked at Rio with wide, agonised eyes, hoping he wouldn’t have to explain his fears here. That even for a young man with very little meat on him at all, Rio looked delicious as a snack. It was only his breathhold that made just looking at the kid bearable. Dave didn’t want to point out that on that boat, he’d almost made a different call, not to a small scribeling with a fear of violence, but a hunter with a certified skill at murder. He wasn’t sure he’d made the right call. “I need to know you’ll keep yourself safe.” Because Dave had seen that too, in the woods with those cockatrices - that Rio had more strength in his than his baggy sweatshirts showed. Whether the will was there was a whole nother matter. “I don’t know how much grip I’ve got on this whole situation.”

“I’m optimistic” Orion ignored Dave’s question. He didn’t want to think about what could happen if Rio was wrong. The unknown would just induce panic that Rio couldn’t exactly afford right now. He was already panicking enough internally, a full blown panic attack would do nothing but hinder his ability to help Dave. He definitely didn’t want to think about how dangerous it was to willingly go alone to an abandoned building with a man who just admitted to craving human flesh. “I know how to get in and out of this place way better than you do. If worst comes to worst, I’ll just let you get lost in there.” Rio laughed nervously, unsure if that was actually a joke or not. They both knew that he wasn’t exactly an expert when it came to fighting or defending himself. Rio’s strength advantage probably wouldn’t go very far against Dave.

Orion didn’t talk much as they trudged through the woods. He was too busy forming a plan of escape in his head in case it became necessary. Dave kept his distance from Rio, which Rio knew was more in his interest than Dave’s. All Rio hoped was that he could give him some sort of hope that this wasn’t going to last forever. “Here we are” Rio mentioned nonchalantly, motioning towards the empty expanse of forest that sat in front of them. Now was hardly the time to be impressed by the Scribe’s magic, but he could never quite get over how the Scribe building would slowly come into view as if a mist was rising above it. All it took was a simple spell that Rio’s uncle had taught him so long ago. A trick built into an unassuming tree that allowed access only to those that were granted access. Within a minute, the whole building was sitting a hundred yards away, “So uh- welcome to the Scribrary. I’ll lead you back to the library. I have some books we should look at.”

“That ain’t good enough,” Dave snapped, but his options were limited. Clearly, he didn’t have the fucking werewithal to hold himself captive. He was already thinking about hunting down Ollie again. The crunch of her windpipe if he bit through her throat, the sweet flavour of the blubber of her skin if he caught her in the water. He’d only had harbour seals so far, a ring seal would be a delicious treat. With a start, Dave realised he was staring at Rio, blood-stained drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, every muscle in his body straining. If they’d both been on land, that small lapse in concentration could have been fatal. He put his hand on the engine, tempted to steer away. But what were his choices? Giving in, or calling a hunter.

Dave was damned if he was about to sign his own death warrant.

One final deep breath, and he steered the boat against the dock, and stepped on the dock, gesturing for Rio to lead. They walked quickly through the forest, Dave tapping every tree with a stick so that even when Rio wasn’t looking, he’d know where Dave was. If the tapping stopped… well. For as long as he could hold his breath, the monstrous hunger - unsatiated by how stuffed his stomach was - still craved more. He couldn’t help but stare at Rio, fantasising about how easy it would be to tear his head from his body, how the poor sweet child would probably let him rather than be violent. Dave wasn’t convinced there was much meat on him to eat, but it would be satisfying all the same. And once he’d had one…. Dave was sure it would be easier to eat the others. By the time the scribe headquarters faded into view, Dave could barely even manage to be impressed, only focused on Rio and fighting the temptation to eat Rio. “Hurry,” he signed sharply. He’d feel better if there was a locked door between them.

Orion wasn’t sure what to do about Dave’s apprehension. For better or worse, Rio was a lot less concerned about being attacked and eaten by Dave than Dave seemed to be about doing it to Rio. Sure, that was probably because Rio had a serious trust issue. Or rather, a trusting too much issue. He wanted to believe that Dave had the self control to stop himself from doing it. But the fact was that Rio had no idea what Dave was feeling right now. As a small measure of extra precaution, Rio reached into his bag and pulled out the knife that Athena had given him. It was silver, more specifically targeted for werewolves. But it would do fine against a Selkie if he really needed it to. Not that he had any interest or plans to actually use it. “I’ll make sure to stay on guard. Promise.” Rio waved the blade as a show before slipping it into his front pocket. Easily available.

Leading their way into the Scribrary, Dave was giving Orion the impression that things were becoming urgent. Rio didn’t like exploring the idea that Dave might actually take a bite out of him, but he still obliged, picking up the pace through the hallways of the Scribe building. “Stay here.” Rio signed when he got to the sleeping area. It was full of old bunks, most of them seemingly untouched for decades. In the back corner of the room was a pile filled with bags of clothes books. They laid next to the only bed with new sheets and comforters. Leftovers from the days that Rio spent most of his days and nights here. Before Winston and Ricky. “I’ll be back.” Rio jogged off as fast as he could to find the book he was looking for. It was his only theory for what was happening to Dave. It was still on one of the tables where Rio had left it and he swiped it off before jogging back. He hovered in the doorway of the sleeping area, keeping his distance from Dave. More for Dave’s purposes than Rio’s own. “Versipellis” Rio signed letter by letter, unsure how to sign it any other way. “My mom-” Rio paused, hands freezing midair before he backed up and started the sentence over again, “I learned about them a tiny bit as a kid, but I have never seen one before. Or even heard of one showing up. They look like werewolves, but they’re different. Their bite makes someone crave uh… cannibalism?” To put it simply. “How long ago were you bitten?”

Dave looked around the sleeping area, his brows creasing in concern at the sight of the used bed in the back corner, free of the layers of dust that coated everything else. Dave didn’t have to breath to know who had been sleeping there. He looked at Rio with a flicker of concern between all the barefaced hunger. Which was when he was left alone, inhaling shakily and trying not to let the taste of young scribe overwhelm his sentences. He grabbed the post of one of the bunks so tightly it felt like the skin over his knuckles might split. He wiped at the saliva dripping down his chin. When Rio came back, he spelled back the name of the creature, but muddled up the letters. It was so hard to focus on that when he could imagine feeling Rio’s rapid heartbeat under his throat. Rio would let him, wouldn’t even mind. He paused, for a moment not sure of the answer. Maybe the answer would bring Rio closer in, to eat even more easily? Dave rolled up his sleeve, showing the angry red bite on his arm. “6 days ago,” He signed back. “I can’t become a werewolf. This shouldn’t affect me.”

Orion didn’t like the way that Dave looked. He couldn’t describe the look either. In pain? Starving? Desperate? All of them seemed to fit in part, but none of them felt right. None of this felt right at all. This was the same man who was ready to get torn apart by the cockatrice to make sure Rio was alright. He shouldn’t have to worry about trying to eat anybody. Without knowing much about the man at all, Rio knew he was a good person. “They’re not werewolves.” Rio explained, leaning against the doorframe. He had the book open, but he didn’t need it. He had read the pages a hundred times. Memorized them line for line before even telling Dave he had an idea. He just couldn’t be sure. But he was pretty positive now. “You’re not safe from it just because you’re not human. I don’t even think-” Rio stopped himself. He almost told Dave that he wasn’t sure that he was even safe from the bite. But Rio hadn’t exactly had that conversation with Dave yet. About his hunter heritage. Right now probably wasn’t the best time, all things considered. “If you give in, you’ll turn into one of them.” Rio finished, “But there is some good news? You’re almost done. You only have to stop for like 9-10 days according to the scribe who wrote about them in this book.”

“Not werewolves?” Dave signed back skeptically, “I saw him change. Tear right through his human skin and be a wolf. How the hell is that not a werewolf-” He crossed his arms more tightly in front of his chest, watching Rio signing, trying to take in the words little by little. He’d turn into one? Bullshit, Dave thought, and began to sign the same. That didn’t happen to selkies. They were resistant, stronger than most humans when it came to whatever magic took one from a human to a werewolf. He already had a second skin, and how they hell would that even work? He shivered when it occurred to him that it wouldn’t. Whatever that thing was, it would not fit into his pelt. He would lose the pelt along with… everything else. His mind, his control. He’d lose the pelt. Dave shuddered, like ice water had been poured down his spine, his demeanor shrinking in on himself. Almost done, the scribe said, but when he said just how long… Under the sudden despair of his situation, Dave’s self control collapsed. To endure half the time again that he'd suffered with resisting his hunger… wasn’t worth it. Not when there was such young tender flesh in front of him. Dave looked up at Rio, opened his mouth to expose his jagged seal teeth, and sprinted at the man.

It happened quickly. One moment Dave’s facial expression looked like he thought Orion was crazy. Clearly he wasn’t convinced that he could change into such a creature. Rio supposed he understood the disbelief. The idea of changing into a werewolf wasn’t the same for a selkie as it was for a human. As far as Rio was aware, Dave was just as immune to the bite as Rio himself was. But just as Rio was trying to explain, this wasn’t a werewolf. It was another shapeshifter. One far rarer than an everyday werewolf. Rio didn’t think his own hunter genetics would protect him from this bite. But Rio didn’t get much time to think about it. Seconds later, Dave’s posture had completely shifted and suddenly he launched himself towards Rio. The only thing saving his life- and by extension, Dave’s- were the hunter reflexes. His arm shot out instinctively, launching the book he had been holding at the man’s face and then ducking falling backwards to avoid the man’s teeth. If he had been attacked, he might be able to heal. But if Dave got a bite out of him, it could all be over. Maybe. Rio still wasn’t exactly sure if a selkie feasting on a human would count as cannibalism enough to finish the curse. He wasn’t even sure it was a curse. More like some horrible disease. Either way, Rio wasn’t interested in trying it out today. The Scribe journals would have to go unanswered. Rio rolled off his back and out of the doorway, grabbing onto it and slamming it shut as a barricade between himself and Dave. “Okay, didn’t love that!” Rio yelled at Dave, trying to keep an ounce of calmness in his voice despite wanting to scream his head off. But that would only make Dave feel worse about what he had done once he was back to normal. For now, Rio needed to find a way to make sure he stayed isolated for a few more days. “Maybe you should just stay in there for awhile? It’s cozier than it looks!” He wasn’t even sure if Dave could hear him. Without the sign language and visual confirmation, Rio wasn’t sure anything he was saying was getting through to him.

Jaw wide, intent on sinking his canines into Orion’s pale flesh, Dave barely had a thought long enough to parse the wide swing of the book before the hardback surface slammed into Dave’s face, knocking him off balance. Stunning sense into his for a split second, rubbing his face as he looked up at Rio. He inhaled sharply, and like sharks in chummed water, the split second of control was lost once more as he rushed after the boy. “No!”

Dave tried to force his way through the door as Rio slammed it in his face. The hinges of the door rattled but held firm as Dave slammed his body into it. “Let me out!” He barked. “Orion, let me out now!” He backed up, teeth bared, rolling his bloodied sleeves up, and barrelled into the door again, ramming his uninjured shoulder into the wooden structure, over and over, leaving more and more bloody smears on the door each time. “I’ll kill you!” He bellowed, spit flying through the air, slamming his fist on the door. “Orion- kid. C’mon. You don’t need to do this. I need to eat. I’m so hungry it’ll tear me apart. Orion.” His rage drained out of him, forehead dropping to rest against the wood. “Shit.”

Then, much to his chagrin, Dave admitted, “Maybe that’s a good call, scribeling.”

There was something deeply disturbing about the way that Dave shifted back and forth. One second, Orion was wincing against the assault on the door from the other side. Rio had to keep him from getting out, but the constant pounding and screaming made him want to do nothing more than cower in a corner. The next moment everything would go quiet. Suddenly Dave would be pleading to leave as if he hadn’t just been threatening the hunter’s life seconds before. Rio’s hands were shaking, an after effect of the fear he felt. Not for himself, necessarily. But for Dave. He wondered how much of the real Dave was beneath the surface. Was he able to see everything that he was doing and saying? Or was he completely taken over by this curse or disease or whatever it was? Would he even remember this in a few days, when all this was over? How did Rio even think he could feasibly keep the man completely locked up for multiple days if he was acting like this?

He pulled himself into a fetal position, back still resting against the door. He didn’t know what to say to Dave. Nothing felt right, not in this situation. He couldn’t even know for sure how much of the man was actually there. For all he knew, Dave’s last statement of resignation was just a ploy to get Rio to drop his guard. “My book isn’t damaged is it?” Without any other ideas, Rio settled on a pointless question, quickly following up with “Oh uh- and your face too. How’s your face? Sorry about that?”

Dave stood, walking over to the bed where he’d dumped his phone, before returning to sit against the door, knees folded in front of him. He used the phone to text his reply. “Easier to talk like this. Less breathing.” It was an terrible way to say that he was one tiny moment away from tearing through the door with his naked teeth if he needed to. “Book’s fine. Might want to leave it in here. Keep that door firm and locked between us.”

Truth be told, Dave could barely process the pain. Not from the battery by book, nor the gash across his nose and cheeks - he was aware of it now, a sharb throb worsened by the assault by book, but it didn’t get through the haze of hunger. Not enough to do anything about it. “My face has had worse.” Like’ Rio’s would, if he got through the door. Dave punched the floor, grimacing at the thought. Now he recognised them, they were persistent, a constant whispering in his ears, to eat until the bones were clean. Dave started at the texts on his phone, and allowed himself one, singular moment of weakness.

“I don’t know if I can hold on for another 3 days.”

Orion jumped as his phone buzzed against him. He dug it out of his pocket and checked. A text from Dave. He hated this. Really, really hated this. He had no idea that this was actually going to work, just going based off of what one scribe wrote in a journal sometime greater than forty years ago. Rio bit his lip and held his breath at the man’s text. This wasn’t going to be easy. “Right. Book can stay. Maybe you can read it? Might be some helpful stuff. The information on the Versipellis is like sixty three pages in.” He sent the text and put the face of the phone against his leg. He didn’t want to see any replies for a moment. He just needed a second to collect himself.

The pounding on the door shook him from that moment. Just a single jostle, probably Dave releasing anger instead of trying to break out. Rio sighed and readjusted, resting against the edge of the door frame and stuffing his body in to rest his foot against the other side. He didn’t like the vibration of his phone. He didn’t want to see what Dave had to say. He had no idea how to make this better, and just barely had an idea to fix it at all. “I don’t know that we have any other choice.” Rio finally texted back, resting the side of his head against the door. “I don’t want to keep you locked in there.” That much was true. It went against everything he believed in. If there were any other options, Rio would jump on them immediately.“But I don’t know what else to do.”

Dave nodded, looking over at the book, but he knew in this state he was as likely to eat the pages as he was to read them, nevermind understand them. Hell, he was more likely to use the book to bribe the kid in here to eat him. The thought sent a shiver down Dave’s spine, of horror and anticipation. Hunger gnawed at his self control like a blunt knife at a fraying rope. “Got it.” He texted back, before locking his phone and curling his hands into fists. Dave had survived the maws of a mermaid, hunters bullets, spell caster magic, the chilling grip of an aipaloovik. This monster lived inside, but he could survive. He needed to, for the justice he’d promised his family so long ago. There was stuff on this earth he still needed to do. He clung to the last scraps of his sense of self ferociously.

Dave grimaced at the texts he got back from Rio. “Neither.” If it gets bad. Worse. You should call a hunter. Dave typed it out, and stared at the black letters on his screen, his fingers hovering over the send button. There was a long pause. He deleted the message without sending it, and stared at his phone. Eventually he settled on, “Just… keep yourself safe, kid.”

A lot needed to be done. Orion would need to figure out how to get food to Dave in the meantime. The scribe’s journal made no reference to the diet while waiting out the curse. Would he be able to eat regular food? Or would his body reject it? He would have to eat something eventually. Even if it had to be raw meat, at least it would be something. But he knew Dave wasn’t a pushover when it came to strength. Leaving him unattended wasn’t the best idea either. Dave could find a way out if he was desperate enough. Without Rio there to try to stop him, who knew where Dave could end up? Or who he could end up eating.

Dave’s texts hurt Rio. They sounded so… defeated. Hopeless, even. He couldn’t imagine the amount of stress or pain that he must be in. Rio would never understand the sort of craving that others had to go through. He hated that, wanting to understand something but knowing he never could. All he could do was try his best to do what he thought was right, “I’m going to keep both of us safe.”

#para #chatzy #rio #wickedswriting #v plot

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vexy-sins · 6 years ago

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Kinktober 2018: BONUS #2 (BloodLust Breeding)

Pairing: HT!Sans (redtomatofan version) x UL!Sans (BloodLust)

Featured Kinks: Mild Marking, Mild Body Worship, Breeding

Additional Warnings: Exhibitionism, Gaping, Creampie, Mild Cum Inflation

This place has potential, thought the skeleton monster with purple heart-shaped eyelights. Monsters in his universe simply called him Lust, a moniker earned through his inexorable charms and ability to seduce literally anyone. Legend had it that he had once seduced a moss-covered rock though the rock could not confirm or deny it.

Lust strolled casually through the barren Snowdin Forest, hands tucked into the pockets of his purple, blue-fur-lined vest. This definitely appeared to be the kind of universe where monsters fought and struggled just to survive, the kind of place that would yield strong breeding stock… if only he could find any monsters living here. Lust’s sky blue boots crunched the snow in the absolute silence as he wandered further into the forest of dead and dying trees. He never even noticed the glowing red eyes tracking him from the shadows.

A stocky skeleton monster with a jagged hole in his skull watched the newcomer with grim concern. The brightly colored clothing on the other skeleton stood out like a beacon in the harsh white snow and charred black background of trees. This flamboyant skeleton didn’t belong in a dying world. Not that it mattered- the ravenous monsters of the Horror-verse would find him soon enough and mar his pristine bones as they tore him apart for any iota of sustenance they could glean.

The injured skeleton stepped forward with a sigh. He couldn’t let the carefree skeleton be killed just for wandering into the wrong universe. Sugar would expect better of him, and he never let his brother down if he could help it.

Sensing eyes on him, Lust whirled just in time to see a broad-framed skeleton monster with a gaping head wound reaching for him. He leapt backwards, startled by the skeleton’s appearance and stealthy approach.

“heh, don’tcha know how t’greet a new friend?” the skeleton rumbled in a deep voice that sent shivers up Lust’s spine. Lust’s heart-shaped eyelights roved over the other skeleton’s body, assessing him for breeding potential. He could almost smell the virility pouring off of this intimidating monster. He wondered if a quick blowjob counted as an appropriate “greeting.”

“i’m Lust, but you can call me yours,” Lust offered, ignoring the other skeleton’s outstretched hand in favor of stepping in close and pressing himself against the slightly shorter but much broader skeleton. The skeleton with the skull injury sidled away, making Lust pout, but he kind of enjoyed a monster that played hard to get. The chase sweetened the conquest.

“name’s Blood, and you seem to be lost, pal. this universe ain’t safe for visitors,” warned Blood. “ya don’t look like ya’ve seen what a lifetime of starvation n’ violence does to monsters. better leave b’fore someone less friendly finds ya.”

“such savagery,” exclaimed Lust, though he sounded more aroused than shocked or frightened, “but i came here because my universe has its own problems. monsters are dying out, and we can’t reproduce.”

“well y’ain’t gonna find any babies ‘round here.”

“i’m not looking for babies. i’m looking for strong monsters that are capable of breeding. monsters like you. i think we could help each other, Blood.” Lust slunk close to the other skeleton yet again, brushing their ribcages together and giving Blood a half-lidded stare of seduction. Blood seemed skeptical, so Lust whispered his idea straight into the other skeleton’s ear canal:

“all the food you can dream of can be yours, and all you have to do to earn it is fuck. We can give it a test run right here and now if you’d like.” Lust groped the front of Blood’s unwashed basketball shorts, and sure enough, he found the other skeleton’s magic tingling in his pelvis, ready to form into ecto-flesh at any moment.

“i got a brother,” Blood said reluctantly. He could never accept such a gracious offer without bringing Sugar along to share in the spoils. If they needed a breeder, he’d do it. He’d do anything to feed himself and Sugar.

“he’d come with us, obviously. every Sans needs his Papyrus!” Lust practically salivated on himself. His prize was so close he could almost taste it, and oh how he wanted to taste it.

“not for breedin’ though-” Blood quickly corrected, but Lust waved his words aside with a sultry smile.

“of course not. only willing monsters become breeders. besides, it’s really you i’m after. those strong bones, crisscrossed with scars yet still graceful in their curvature. you’re a magnificent creature, Blood, and i want you to be mine.”

Lust’s eagerness and overt sexuality fanned a flame in Blood’s core that he hadn’t even known was still there. It nearly overwhelmed his constant gnawing hunger… but not quite. He agreed to collect his brother and travel back to Lust’s universe with him. A hot meal and a hot pussy sounded like a dream come true, and Blood wasn’t willing to let this opportunity slip away while he weighed the abundant pros and nonexistent cons.

Lust told Blood that their arrangement would be discussed later, after he settled in, so Blood and his brother, Sugar, spent their first few weeks in Lust’s universe eating, resting, and recuperating their magic. Once Blood finally got used to having his fill of food, however, a new appetite awakened in him. The ambient sexual nature of the Lust-verse saturated the air, and Blood breathed it in eagerly. Soon, he found himself seeking out Lust’s company.

“Blood!” Lust greeted him, “are you enjoying yourself?”

“ya promised food in exchange for fuckin’. ya held up yer end of the bargain, so i guess it’s time to get down ta business,” Blood’s bright red eyelights raked Lust’s purple ecto-flesh like a pair of greedy, wandering hands.

“so eager,” sighed Lust, fanning himself though it did nothing to tame his excitement. “i hope you don’t mind an audience though. the other monsters here are anxious to see you… perform.”

“let ‘em watch.” Blood’s voice came out husky, and Lust knew he’d chosen a winner. He gave Blood instructions to meet him backstage at Grillby’s Club. The fire elemental always had live entertainment in his establishment, but tonight the entire future of their universe would hang in the balance as monsters watched their own beloved Lust fuck a potentially fertile monster from another universe.

Blood felt the weight of their expectant eyes on him the moment he stepped onto the platform, wearing only his now-clean shorts. Muscles rippled along his deep red ecto-body, magic he couldn’t have kept summoned like this back when he couldn’t remember what an actual meal tasted like. All of his thoughts promptly melted into an incoherent puddle when Lust took the stage alongside him.

Lust wore nothing except a flimsy black silk robe that clung in all of the right places on his toned body. He moved with feline grace, circling Blood before closing the distance between them to slide his hands down Blood’s chest and abs. Lust moaned as his phalanges explored the hard muscles.

“stunning,” he purred so that only Blood could hear, prowling around to stare at the view from the back. Lust ran his hands over Blood’s back, following the curve of his spine down to his ass, which he grabbed and squeezed with both hands. “lovely,” he whispered, almost to himself.

When Lust finished his appraisal of Blood, he stood in front of him and slowly let the fabric of his robe slip off of his shoulders. Blood’s hands assisted it in falling away completely until it drifted gracefully to the floor. Blood leaned in and captured Lust’s mouth in a rough kiss; Lust braced himself against Blood’s ample pecs and gently pushed him away. He would be setting the pace this evening.

Lust’s kissed and licked his way along Blood’s jawline until his mouth and tongue found the stocky skeleton’s cervical vertebrae. Lust nipped and teased at the bones of Blood’s neck, kissing the base of his throat between his collarbones then sucking gently on one of the clavicles. Blood moaned, content to let Lust have his way for now. Lust nipped and sucked at Blood’s neck and collarbones until dark marks appeared, a sign that Blood had been claimed.

Chuckling at his handiwork, Lust continued to kiss his way down Blood’s body, occasionally giving a nip or gentle suckle to the dark crimson ecto-flesh, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake as he made his way down to the waistband of Blood’s pants. Breathing heavily in anticipation of the main event, Lust slipped his phalanges underneath the waistband and slowly, languorously tugged the shorts down, baring Blood’s pelvis to the crowd.

Lust blinked in surprise as Blood’s thick erection bobbed free of the basketball shorts and came to rest against his cheekbone, spilling sticky beads of viscous precum onto Lust’s face. A indistinguishable murmur swept through the crowd, but Lust didn’t miss a beat. Turning his head, he caught the tip of Blood’s cock with his tongue, sweeping the rest of the precum into his mouth before tilting his face upwards to address Blood.

“i think there’s been a misunderstanding,” said Lust, standing up and facing Blood. “you’re not here to breed me. i’m going to breed you.” Blood’s eyes dropped to Lust’s pelvis where the other skeleton’s twitching cock stood at enthusiastic attention.

Blood had assumed that Lust had summoned a pussy, and he’d been too mesmerized by Lust’s provocative movements and sensuous facial expressions to check. Still, he swore he’d do anything to keep Sugar here where they could be safe and well-fed, and he stood by that vow. Dismissing his cock, Blood focused on re-forming his magic into a plump, slick pussy that looked good enough to eat. Lust apparently agreed because he lowered himself again, licking his mouth, heart-shaped eyelights locked on Blood’s decadent, glistening folds.

Lust couldn’t wait to fill Blood up with his cum again and again, as often as Blood could safely handle, as often as it took until a soulling swelled that sexy blood-red abdomen.

Lust held Blood aloft with his hands under the broad skeleton’s thick thighs which were bruised and tender from the slamming of Lust’s insistent hips. Using two of his phalanges, Lust spread the other skeleton’s pussy lips, putting his gaping cunt on display for the cheering crowd. Purple cum poured out of Blood’s pussy, dripping in thick globs onto the stage. Blood’s stomach swelled with the volume of the cum still inside of him, but Lust made a tsk-ing sound.

“oh no,” Lust cried in mock concern, “it just keeps flowing back out! i guess we’ll have to keep going then!”

The throbbing shaft filled Blood’s raw, aching pussy again. The crowd cheered louder. Blood kept telling himself that he was doing this for himself and for Sugar, that it was all worth it, that eventually Lust’s stamina would run out and he would empty himself at last.

It took hours.

And it was only their first session.

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