Undertale Love Stories

AfterDeath| Trapped pt2

I slowly woke up in a daze. My body felt a little weak and sore, it was a familiar feeling, but an odd one. The cultist didn't like it when either me or Lu moved too much to become sore. Actually, wasn't I supposed to have been sacrificed to a dragon?

I grunted as I slowly pushed myself up. It was painful, but I don't care. I needed to see where I was and who was with me. With blurry vision, I looked around and saw I was in a large wooden box like area.

I was confused on this, so I blinked some to clear my vision, lightly rubbing my eye as well. When I was able to see properly, I was in a box like room, but it was made of wooden logs. The ground was covered in carefully groomed and crafted rugs of what appeared to be of the finest furs.  There was also a wooden wardrobe sitting in one of the corners of the room; it appeared to have been made from an assortment of exotic and expensive woods.

I frowned a little before looking down at where I was. I was on a bed, being covered by a silky soft blanket. It was weighted, but it felt comforting in a way. The bed I was on was also very comfortable.

It was then that I noticed I was wearing something different. It was a white, silk nightgown with careful red stitching. I frowned more at this. Wasn't I to be sacrifice to a dragon? Shouldn't I be dead? Was this my afterlife?

"Good, I see you're awake. I was beginning to worry." A deep, smooth voice called out.

I looked up to see a tall skeleton holding two trays; one being filled with food and the other with a clean washcloth and a bowl of possibly clean water. The odd thing that I noticed quickly, was the leathery cloak that wrapped tightly around him. There were thicker parts of it, like rods...

I looked back up to his face as he knelt by the bed, placing the tray with food on it. His eyes were this... intense cyan blue color...

"You're the dragon, aren't you?"

He tensed before he chuckled, looking up at me with amused smile.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting you to be that observant." He hummed.

"It's the only way I survive." I muttered coldly.

He looked at me strangely, tilting his head. He looked unimpressed. No, it wasn't that... It was like this calm annoyance. It was something beautiful and intimidating.

"How... Interesting." He hummed, his head tilting back up. His eyes were cold and calm.

I just rolled my eyes and picked up the food. I doubt he would be so cruel to eat food in front of me. Besides, if he gets pissed enough to kill me, then that would be good for me. I want to die, so I won't fight anyone if that happens.

Suddenly, I felt something wet slide across my cheek. I jolted back at the feeling, hissing lowly.

"What the hell!" I growled, narrowing my eyes.

The dragon gave me a cocky grin before laughing boldly. He then tilted his head in a curious way. He did that on purpose. Bastard.

"I can't wait to see how you tick~" He hummed, leaning close to me with that goddamn grin.

I growled but turned away back to the food. He'll either get bored of me or annoyed with me soon enough. I just have to wait till then.

That's what I had thought back then, but... With Reaper, the Dragon of Death, it was difficult to say that I wanted to die every day. Somedays he made it seem like living was something good, and others just a mild annoyance.

He was gentle with me, but he never once treated me like glass unlike his worshippers. He toyed with me in sadistic games that made my body betray me. He talked with me and allowed me many freedoms, even allowed me to sunbath! Except, I was now a part of his treasure, his hoard; I was not allowed to go too far without his knowledge. I found this out by accident, following a beautiful butterfly too far away and got lost. He was livid to have found me gone and wondering the forest. His punishment wasn't too bad once he realized I hadn't meant to 'runaway', but it made blush nonetheless just rethinking about it.

Over the course of time, we had made visits to Lu, who was no longer in skippy clothes. He instead was dressed in the way he had once talked about with me. The fabrics were thick but were soft to the touch. Horror, the Dragon of Blood and War, was very clingy to him, but was never inappropriate. If anything, he wanted Lu to touch him innocently with head pats and simple back rubs or even hugs! Like me, he was fed and bathed nicely, but he too was part of Horror's hoard. It wasn't wrong, we both agreed on that. We liked being treated as equals in a way.

Then came the heat season.

I was sweating heavily in the bed, every article of clothing but my scarf was off. My body was flashing between having a woman's body and a man's, leaving me desperate for someone to control it! This experience was something new... And by new, I mean I hadn't experienced heat since I became a sex slave. I was... used too often for a heat to really bubble up. That or my heats were magically suppressed.

"A-Aah~" I rolled to my side as I gave a strangled moan, tears now sliding down my face. This heat was so painful... It was making the lower half of my body shift slower...

"Geno?" Came the one voice I didn't want right now.

"G-Go away..." I tried to make my voice stern, but I couldn't. This heat was making me a whiny, pleading bitch. I hated that.

I could hear his deep chuckle and feel him sit at my legs. "Do you know what's happening? I can get you somethings to help~" His tone was teasing, much like those damned bastards... Except, his teasing made the blissfully, painful heat worse~

I felt my eye flutter as my legs twitched and my hips bucked forward. Fuck~ I don't remember my heats ever being this affected by someone speaking...

I heard him chuckle again, feeling his hands on my hips this time. I scowled a little, but it felt like small bolts of electricity were shooting into me from his hands~

"R-Reaper~" I whined, opening my eye towards him. He held this cocky smirk that was just flirty.

"Don't worry, I'm just getting you comfortable. Now, can you control your body?" He hummed, seeing as it was still shifting between the two sexes.

I shook my head, a pitiful whine leaving my throat. I hated that sound, but now he had heard it. Reaper gave me this surprised look before he leaned forward and kissed my head in a soft manner. His hands then began to rub and trail over my body, lightly squeezing and pinching at certain areas.

"It's alright. Deep breaths in... And out." I followed as he instructed. "Relax the best you can and let your magic figure itself out." His hand movements never made it to any intimate areas, nor did his eyes. He was completely focused on my face.

Out of embarrassment, I closed my eye. I don't like not having control, nor did I want him to take advantage of me... I had enough of that...

Yet, as my magic settled on a cross between the two, he did nothing. Instead, he replaced his hands with mine and softly whispered in my ear sweet nothings. It was rather soothing... His deep voice whispered along my ear in a calming manner. Somehow, his touch and his words placed me in a blissful world. I lost myself there without fear.

He wouldn't hurt me. At least, not without my consent.