Sans walked out the door of the house he shares with his 6 foot fucking 1 brother. But for some reason today didn't feel normal for Sans. Something just felt... off.
Then it hit him. Today was the day that Toriel scheduled for them to have steamy, BDSM, loud, wet sex.
San's dick perked up and started to glow a blue hue. He was going to get dommed and he couldn't be more excited for it.
He started to walk towards the door to the ruins, if he was walking slightly faster then usual no one noticed. He trudged through the ankle deep snow with thoughts of all the times Toriel had fucked him before running through his mind. They had a little schedule going, Mondays and Fridays were orgy days, Tuesdays and the weekends were roleplay days, and then there was Sans favorite, Wednesday, suspending day.
Today was Wednesday.
Finally, he reached the door. He knocked twice and waited, his body thruming with anticipation.
...
The door swung open to reveal Toriel in all her glory. She was wearing her ordinary clothes but Sans knew that underneath that robe was tight leather that hugged Toriel's body...
Suddenly, Sans was snapped out of his trance by Toriel's cheerful voice, "Hello, Sans! So glad you made it. I was afraid with this dreadful weather you wouldn't even be able to make it out the door."
"Don't worry about it Tori, I got here snow problem" he said with a wink.
Toriel chuckled at the pun. She moved to let him through the door way. Tori maneuvered Sans through the ruins and into her cozy home with a comforting arm over his shoulders.
-TBC-
