Undertale Sans X Frisk Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Tantario began, “you can take me, but don’t touch my friends.” Glancing predatorily from under her eyebrows at the guys holding her, Ira hissed in annoyance: “But I like this big one so much,” she licked her lips in Felix’s direction. The paladin hastened to turn away - the gaze of the white eyes terrified him. - Yes, and the funnel is good. I love fried wings! - the girl clicked her teeth right next to William’s nose; in response, the adviser twisted the creature’s hand, forcing him to bend forward.

As I wiggle the dragons big body groans he looks back to meet my gaze. I tighten my hold on his back fin and his tongue flicks out. I look at the odd split end of it and look back to his eyes. He watches me so intently that it causes me to squirm. I watch as Xander flashes in the beastly eyes and his head jerks. He leans toward me and flicks the tip of his tongue on my cheek before pulling away smoothly. The action causes me to chuckle. I have to rush to brace myself as he starts walking forward.

A heavy groan. Again, again and again. Until he gripped my throat to make me stop. “Aren’t you a little vixen in the sheep's clothing?” Xander teased me, making me smile. “Not a vixen and you know it.” I purred. He sn*ked his hand inside my t-shirt, making goosebumps scattered around my body. “Your words and your body’s reaction never match. Why is it so?” he asked while inching closer to my bra clad breasts.

Freck jokes, his nose deep into the flesh of Heaven’s breast. The girl still doesn’t release her hold on him, so Freck uses his right hand to loosen her grip on him before slowly taking that hand down. He lets it travel under the hem of her skirt, his fingers tracing the lace edge of her panties before slipping beneath. Heaven shudders once he grazes her folds, while Freck silently gasps at the slick stream between her legs. “Already dripping for me, huh?” he mumbles, his voice a low rumble.

For a second, our eyes met, and the chemistry was so intense it felt like a static shock. "Do you want revenge, Xender? Or do you just want to vanish?" "I want... I want to show them what a 'stray' can do when he’s been backed into a corner. I want to see the look on Tristan’s face when he realizes he traded the Ghost for a girl who can't even shift properly."

A cascade of water tumbled from the top and Xan moved under it to cool off a bit. 'Harad, isn't it unfair that we're expected to share our mates with two other males?' He turns back to me and leans up against the boulder. 'To be honest, having two mates sounds great, I'm more than capable of handling both. Just imagine for a moment that we could go on all night forever! However, my preference is Cissy and if she doesn't want to share us then I'm willing to accept that.'H

Feel something other than soul crushing pain. Xander pounding my dripping pussy, Xander stroking his cock. Len using my mouth like a fleshlight. For some time, no one spoke. Then Xavier opened his big, fat mouth, shattering my moment of peace. "See, Xander? She loves being the family whore. She may have her favourite, but she's sucking that dick real hard. Isn't she, Uncle Len?" Xander hollered, licking his lips as he watched drool lick down onto my cleavage. "Time to free those tits," he said, letting go of his dick to unhook my bra.

Perhaps, because he is a pure human that needs to at least be trained in hand-to-hand combat so he could defend himself if any dark entity appear inside the place. Frix is already past his first shifting year, assuming he is one of those they called ‘normies’ that failed to shift into werewolves—possibly because of having a half-blooded werewolf father and a human mother. “What’s so funny now, Faery?” I didn’t notice Xeno is already at my back, his brows in deep furrow as he examines why I am grinning so wide while the rest of the team looks so stressed and pressured. Frix got alarmed that Xeno might lash something on me so he stepped up to reason out for my stead. “Uhh, sir, I-I think it’s

I say, glancing at Zander, who grins widely, his smile proud and a little mocking. “No problem,” he says before standing up. “Keep in touch.” With that, he disappears, leaving me alone once again in a park full of joy and glee. But it doesn’t hurt so much as I look down at Blaze, who had gotten comfortable in my lap. A groan escapes my lips as I push the bag higher up on my shoulder, glancing down to glare angrily at Blaze through the mesh. The fatass was making the bag unnecessarily heavy with his presence.

“I’ve waited forever to hold you. You’re mine. All mine.” She didn’t push him away. She didn’t even flinch. Her heart beat faster, but not from fear. From something… more. “You’re kinda intense,” she whispered, biting back a smile. “And you’re kinda perfect,” he shot back, grinning. “I could write poetry about your freckles.” Alana blinked. “Wait, I have freckles?” “You do now,” Xander declared proudly, then lowered his head, resting it right at the curve of her neck, right where the mark should go.