The night was cool and dark, the gauze curtains of Frisk's room fluttering in the breeze. She was asleep, as well as Toriel. The servants had gone to bed as well, leaving nobody to see the dark shadow that appeared in Mercy's room.
Sans slowly walked to her bedside, hesitating before stroking her arm. His cold hand contrasted with her warm, soft skin. His hand soon cupped her sleeping face. The god of Death groaned in desire, pressing his teeth to her lips.
"So beautiful." He whispered, worried about awakening the goddess. Or worse, Toriel.
Sans had first seen Frisk when he had been angrily spying on Toriel, focusing on making her pretty roses wilt. Then the young goddess had bounded up to her mother, carrying a basket of flowers.
He had been hers the moment he heard her laugh in the sparkling sunshine.
Sans' position as the king of the Underworld had always been lonely, but now it grew even lonelier as he pined for Frisk. Not even his brother, god of the afterlife, could satisfy him.
Not until he had her in his arms, in his bed, and at his side for all eternity.
He straddled the sleeping goddess, focusing on the feel of her pink lips. Frisk's eyes scrunched up as she groaned, but she did not wake. Sans chuckled, pressing kisses down her jaw and neck.
Now, after months of pining and watching from the shadows, his plan would finally be enacted.
"Soon kid, the only person allowed to touch you will be me." Death whispered, disappearing.
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Death's Queen
Fanfiction"Soon, kid. Soon." Sans whispered, pressing kisses to Frisk's neck. The goddess groaned in her sleep. "Soon, the only person that will be allowed to touch you will be me." ~'~'~ Frisk, goddess of mercy and spring, is kidnapped by her mother Toriel's...
