Forbidden Lust

Chapter 7

A/N so in this chapter there is a graphic depiction of under age non-con if you are sensitive to this then skip to the end of the chapter for more notes with a summery of the chapter.

Frisk

"Well... erm..." unsure how to explain my past to him I nuzzle my face deeper into his neck breathing in his scent and taking strength from that. As well as the strength of his arms warped around me. "It isn't pretty to hear nor is it something that is pleasant to remember. Do you remember a while back when you saw the scars on my back you asked where they came from?" my voice is barely a whisper as I ask.

"yeah..." his body tenses a bit against me with that one word. I can feel his arms hold me tighter and it feels almost like he is trying to shield me from the blows that happened long before I met him.

"So, one of the 'punishments' that was forced on me by the nuns of the convent I told you about was to call in a 'priest' to cleanse me of sin..." my voice tails off in a breathy whisper as I remember the pain and the humiliation of what had been done to me.

Sans tightens his arms round me and I can feel him press a gentil kiss to the top of my head as one of his hands gently rubs my back. "it's ok starshine you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Just know that it is okay to tell me anything you know that." His voice is soft as a sigh and his phalanges in my hear are whisper soft soothing the tumult of feelings and emotions running through my brain.

The sigh that escapes my lips isn't something I could stop if I wanted to. His gentle touches and soft words seem to lend me a bit of the strength that I know he keeps hidden inside. "well... so... the 'priest' that they brought in had a less than conventional idea of cleansing. He would... force... well he would force me to kiss him and he would... strip my cloths from me... touching me on my breasts... between my legs... and other things." This was something I had never told another soul about. all the things that had been done to me by the demon in human skin who pretended to be a man of faith.

Now that I had started to speak of the past it was as if a damn had broken inside of me. Feeling safe and secure in Sans embrace giving me the strength that I didn't think I needed. The words started to flow from me as my heart and soul opened up letting out all of my pain and sorrow for what had been done to me.

"if I didn't do what he wanted of me, if I didn't comply with his whims and let him touch me or if I fought against him. I would be tied to my bed, beaten with a yard stick. He would force my mouth open by holding my nose forcing his filthy... disgusting. vial. Dick into my mouth. He would shove it down my throat and keep going till I passed out from no breath." My voice shakes as I tell Sans of all this. "There were times when I would wake up to a pain between my legs. What I would find would be blood and there still shoved inside me would be the yard stick he would use to beat me. There are just so many ways he would violate me..." my voice died in my throat when I noticed that Sans had stopped petting my hair. My fear that I had said too much stopping my heart.

Looking up into the face of my best friend of the being I care most about my blood froze in my veins. What I saw in front of me was not the charming funny skeleton I had fallen in love with over the years. The normal sarcastic smirk that was the staple of his face was twisted into a grimace of malice. His right eye socked was a black hole devoid of any light. His left socket was ablaze with what looked like cyan fire with trails of his magic crackling and blazing from it. My breath stopped in my longs frozen. Had I fucked up in telling him what had been in my past?

"Sans?" I gently proved with my voice. What I was treated with was a primal feral growl rumbling from his chest. he turned and locked his sockets on my face. My heart felt like it would shatter as it felt like I was back in the hell of the convent with that look directed at me.

Like a switch being flipped the look passed from his face his eye lights sparking back into his sockets. "oh, stars frisk i-i-I'm so sorry." I watched as his features shifted rapidly from the look of raw fury and contempt to a look of concern and deep worry almost terror. "please starshine I didn't mean that look for you I'm so sorry if I scared you."

The look on his face damn near broke my heart as he looked like a lost puppy. It was clear even in my fear that he had not meant to scare me and that the look he had possessed was not for me but for the one that had hurt me. My heart started to melt as I buried my face in his chest. "It's okay Sans." My arms hold him tight to me knowing in my soul that the anger I had seen on his face was not meant for me but for the one that had violated me.

A/N if you skipped reading cause of the warning here is a summery.

Frisk tells sans of the pain and suffering from her days at the convent where she was violated. she learns from watching Sans and his reactions how much he cares about her and gets a glimpse of his protective side.