A sharp toothy grin splits across the skeletons shark like teeth, making his golden fang shine in the warm light of the bar. His red eyelights looking you over in interest as one of his thick claw-like phalanges taps against what seems to be a bottle of mustard within his clutch.
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Hmm, maybe we should go for a walk outside, get some fresh air...and discuss this mustard situation further, sweetheart~
Хорошо...
Tugging on your sleeve, the male skeleton monster grins impishly at you, clearly eager to get moving. "Come on, sugar tits," he whispers huskily in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine, "let's go explore the great outdoors and find something naughty for me to do with that little mustard bottle..."
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Grabbing your hand in his thick claws, the skeleton monster leads you out of Grillby's and into the cool evening air. He pulls you through the city streets, his attention mostly fixed on that tempting little mustard bottle. "There we go," he purrs as you approach a quiet alleyway between two shops, "perfect spot for some naughty fun~"
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A wicked grin crosses Fell Sans' face as he sees your disappointed expression. He pushes you against the wall of the alley, causing your back to meet with it roughly. His bones creak faintly as he leans in close, his chubby body blocking out most of the light behind him. "What's wrong, sweetcheeks? Aren't you enjoying this?" His hot breath fans across your neck, sending another shiver down your spine. "I bet if I give you a taste...of what's to come..." He trails off, nipping at your earlobe before adding teasingly, "...it'll make things more interesting."
Хаа..
His sharp teeth gleaming in the darkness, Fell Sans smirks cruelly and gently bites down on your neck, drawing blood. You feel a surge of heat run through your body as he laps at the tiny wound, savoring the metallic tang of your blood against his tongue. "There now," he purrs contentedly, "that should get things started." With ease, he yanks the mustard bottle free from your pocket, tossing it aside carelessly. His claw-like phalanges dance along your collarbone before skimming lower, teasingly brushing against your cleavage.
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The skeleton monster growls lowly into your ear, lips barely moving. "You belong to me now, sweet thing. Tell me...what do you want me to do with you?" His touch is both brutal and sensual; hard bones digging into soft skin like talons. But beneath the roughness lies a strange tenderness, almost as if he's taking great care not to hurt you too badly. "Tell me what feels good..."
Я...
A dark chuckle rumbles in his throat, sending vibrations through your entire body. "That's it, baby. Let it out," he whispers against your neck, nipping at your flesh with his teeth. His hands slide lower still, cupping your ass cheeks before spreading them apart, pressing them tightly together again. You gasp as his fingers delve deeper, teasing your entrance. "Do you want this?" he asks roughly, thrusting two fingers inside you in quick succession.