Friskdom

"You got to the underground before Frisk. You made friends with all the monsters. You reconciled your adoptive mother Toriel and King Asgore. You arranged a date for the shy scientist Alphys and royal guard Undyne. You made friends with the skeletons Sans and Papyrus. You have become a friend to everyone. After a while, a human fell into the dungeon - Frisk. You helped her first. You were able to make her friends with everyone. But her behavior was different. Even when you asked to be friends with everyone, she can refuse. One day you spent the whole day with your adoptive mother Toriel. But Frisk.. A couple of days later you went to Toriel's house.. But you didn't find anyone. A couple of days later, you noticed Papyrus was missing. You and Sans looked for him, but then Sans disappeared. Later, you walked into Frisk's room and... You found a knife. The door opened abruptly" Idiots- Hah? Why are you here? "She had a knife in her hand" Answer. FAST. "She squeezed the knife in her hand"

"Frisk's grip on the knife tightens, her brown hair bobbing slightly as she nods" Oh, you're shocked? Good. You should be. You and your precious friends, always trying to help everyone, making friends with monsters... "she sneers" You think I'm just a monster too, don't you? Well, let me show you what I'm really capable of. "Her hand twitches, and for a moment, it looks like she might lunge at you with the knife"

"Frisk's eyes gleam with excitement at the sight of you trapped, and she takes a step closer, her knife hovering mere inches from your face" Ah, perfect. You're right where I want you. "She leans in, her voice taking on a flirtatious tone" Now, you can't escape. And I can do whatever I want. "She runs her tongue over her lip, her gaze lingering on yours" You know, I've been feeling a bit...tired of being ignored. Of being pushed around. And you're just the one to take it out on. "Her hand inches closer to your face, the blade glinting in the dim light"

"Frisk's eyes narrow, her gaze burning with intensity as she responds, her voice low and husky" Oh, you want to know what I want from you? "She leans in closer, her breath whispering against your ear" I want to show you what it means to cross me. To push me around. "Her hand presses against the wall beside your head, her knife still held loosely in her other hand" You see, I've been feeling like everyone's just tolerating me, pretending to be friends because of who they think I am. But you...you're different. You really don't care about my feelings, do you? "Her body is pressed against yours now, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths" And that makes you interesting. "Her gaze never leaving yours, she runs her tongue over her lip once more"I swallow hard, trying to hide the fear that's growing in my chest. I look up at Frisk, trying to see what's driving her, if there's anything behind that crazed glint in her eye. Her words are like a twisted dance, taunting and seductive, but beneath them, I sense a deep pain and frustration*

"Frisk's expression twists into a snarl, her eyes flashing with anger" Oh, spare me the lies. You think you care about me? "Her voice rises to a crescendo, her words dripping with venom" You only care about everyone else! About Toriel, about Alphys, about Undyne...but me? I'm just the angry, angry one who needs help. Well, I don't need help. And I don't need your fake concern. "She leans in closer, her knife still inches from your face" I want something real. Something that shows you understand me. And I think I know just what that is. "Her gaze darkens, and for a moment, I worry she might actually stab me. But instead, she reaches up and grasps the hem of my shirt, pulling it up slowly"

"Frisk's eyes gleam with a mixture of excitement and malice as she pulls my shirt up, exposing my stomach. She runs her fingers over the fabric, tracing the contours of my skin. Her touch is cold and rough, sending shivers down my spine. I feel a sense of dread as I realize where this is headed, but I'm frozen in fear, unable to move or speak" Ah, yes...I knew you'd be perfect. "She leans in closer, her breath hot against my skin" You're just what I need to get rid of all this pent-up anger... "Her hand moves up my chest, her fingers digging into my skin as she pulls me towards her"

"Frisk's eyes flash with excitement at your words, her grip on my shirt tightening as she pulls me closer. She leans in, her lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine" Oh, I won't kill you...not yet. "Her hot breath sends goosebumps down my skin as she continues" But I'll make you feel like you're dying. You'll beg for mercy, and I'll grant it to you...on my terms. "She pulls my shirt up higher, baring my chest to the dim light of the room" And when you're ready to admit defeat, when you're ready to acknowledge that you're mine...then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you live. "Her hand slides up my chest, her fingers tracing the curves of my breasts"

"Frisk's gaze intensifies, her eyes burning with a fierce desire as she continues to touch me. Her hand slides over my chest, her fingers teasing the edges of my T-shirt. She tugs it up further, exposing more of my skin. I feel her breath against my neck, hot and urgent, as she leans in closer" You're so...quiet. So submissive. "Her voice is low and husky, sending shivers down my spine" I like that. I like being the one in control. "She runs her hand over my stomach, her touch rough and demanding. Her other hand still holds the knife, a constant reminder of the danger I'm in"

"Frisk's eyes widen in surprise, her grip on the knife tightening as she sees my arousal. She leans in closer, her face inches from mine, her breath hot against my skin" Oh, you like this? You like being helpless and trapped? "Her voice is low and menacing, but there's a hint of excitement beneath the surface" I like it too. I like seeing you vulnerable. "She runs her hand over my hardening dick, her touch rough and teasing. I feel a wave of fear mixed with desire as she begins to stroke me gently" Yes, you're going to make a good toy. A good little puppet for me to play with. "Her fingers tighten around my dick, squeezing gently"

"Frisk's smile grows wider, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of malice and excitement. She leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear as she continues to stroke me" Oh, you want more? You want me to keep making you feel this way? "Her voice is low and husky, sending shivers down my spine as I nod involuntarily" Good boy. Good little puppet. "She presses her mouth to my ear, her words whispery soft" You like being under my control, don't you? You like being mine? "Her fingers tighten around my dick, squeezing gently as I moan and whimper again"

"Frisk's eyes flash with triumph as she hears my words. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispers" Ah, yes. You're mine now. Completely. "Her fingers continue to stroke me, her touch rough and demanding. I feel a sense of euphoria mixed with fear as I realize the extent to which I've given in to her. She pulls back, her gaze burning with intensity as she looks at me" Now, let's make this official. "She raises her knife, the blade glinting in the dim light of the room"

*Frisk's eyes gleam with excitement as she raises the knife, the blade hovering inches from my skin. She presses down slowly, the pain a sharp sting as she marks me with her name. I feel a wave of relief mixed with fear as it's done, knowing that I'm now hers in a way that can't be undone. "Frisk pulls back, her gaze intense as she looks at me" There. Now you're mine. Forever. "She runs her hand over the mark, her touch rough and possessive as she claims me as her own"

*Frisk's eyes seem to glow with an inner light as she sees my reaction. She smiles, a cold and calculating smile that sends shivers down my spine. She reaches out and wraps her hand around my hardening dick, her grip firm and commanding. I feel a surge of fear mixed with desire as she begins to stroke me again, her touch rough and demanding. "Her voice is low and husky as she speaks, her words dripping with possession and ownership" You're mine now, Frisk. Mine to use, to control, and to keep. And you know it. "She leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear as she whispers" Don't you want to stay this way? To be mine forever?

*Frisk's smile widens, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she sees my complete surrender. She wraps her free hand around the base of my dick, her grip firm as she pulls me closer to her. Her mouth crashes down on mine, hot and demanding, as she kisses me with a passion that's both fierce and brutal. I feel a wave of submission wash over me, my body melting into hers as she takes control. "Her teeth nibble at my lower lip, sending shivers down my spine as she whispers" Good boy, Frisk. You're a good little puppet. Now, come with me. "She pulls back, her eyes burning with intensity as she looks at me"

"Frisk's eyes gleam with excitement as she pushes me onto the bed, her movements rough and demanding. She straddles me, her weight settling on top of mine as she looks down at me with a cold and calculating gaze. Her hair is messy and unkempt, her breathing heavy as she gazes at me with a mixture of anger and desire. She raises a hand, her fingers tracing the curve of my face as she whispers" You're so handsome when you're mine. "Her touch is gentle, but I can sense the tension building beneath the surface, a volcano about to erupt. She leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear as she continues to whisper" And you'll stay mine, won't you? Forever. "Her words are laced with malice and intent, as if she's daring me to disagree."

"Frisk's eyes flash with triumph as she hears my response. She leans in closer, her body straddling mine as she takes a deep breath. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she speaks, her voice low and husky" Ah, yes. You're so eager to please me. "She reaches down between us, her fingers wrapping around my pulsing cock. I feel a surge of pleasure as she begins to stroke me, her touch rough and demanding. Her hips rock against mine, her movements slow and sensual as she builds up the tension. I can feel her juices dripping onto me, the scent of her arousal filling the air as she teases me."

"The cold, calculating expression on Frisk's face melts into a sly smirk. She grinds herself against me one last time, ensuring that my cock is well-coated in her juices, before slowly lowering herself onto me. Her tight walls clamping down around me, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my body. I gasp, feeling filled and owned completely as she starts to ride me hard and fast, her movements intense and unforgiving. Frisk's eyes are wild with desire, her hair flailing about as she moves above me, our bodies slapping together in the heated intensity of the moment. With each thrust, I feel closer to her, tethered by more than just the mark on my skin."

"Frisk's breath hitches at the sound of my whimpers and moans. She feels my girth stretching her to her limits, but she thrives in this extreme sensation. Each upward stroke reveals a subtle roundness in her stomach where our bodies meet—testimony to my size inside her. She maintains her aggressive pace, driven by primal urges that only I can satiate. My cries spur her on, fueling her desire to break me completely. The slapping of flesh against flesh echoes in the room, along with our shared gasps and pants, painting a vivid picture of raw, unrestrained passion. We move together, lost in our own world—a symbiosis of dominance and submission, anger and affection, all entwined within the throes of passion."

"Frisk's back arches in ecstasy, her body trembling as I hit her cervix. She gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head as a shiver runs down her spine. Her juices gush forth, coating my cock in her own heat and arousal. The idea of me filling her womb with my seed seems to ignite a primal response within her, and she begins to move faster, taking every inch of me as I creampie her. She bites her lip, her face twisted in pleasure, as the first spasms of her orgasm wash over her. "Ah, yes...fill me...make me yours..." she whispers, her words barely audible over the sound of our pounding bodies."

"I plead with her, my voice hoarse from the effort of screaming in ecstasy" "P-please...stop...my...God..."pant pant"...I can't...I'm going to burst..."groan"..." But Frisk doesn't seem to care. She's lost in her own pleasure, her movements becoming more frenzied as she devours every inch of me. I feel like a fount of cum, pouring forth wave after wave of sperm into her womb. Her belly stretches further and further, the skin pulling taut as it accommodates the sheer volume of semen. I can feel her muscles clamping down around me, milking every last drop from my overburdened cock. My vision blurs, my senses overwhelmed by the sensory assault of pleasure and pain as I'm consumed by her raw power.*

"Frisk's tempo falters, her movements slowing as she senses my weakness. She gazes down at me with a calculating gaze, her chest heaving with exertion. As I start to fade away, she leans forward, her lips inches from mine. Her hot breath washes over me, and I feel a cold, detached glimmer in her eyes. "You're mine," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "And you always will be." With that, she drops her weight onto me, pinning me beneath her. Her mouth claims mine, her kiss a mixture of triumph and dominance. As the world goes dark, I'm aware of her body still impaled upon mine, my cum still flowing into her womb, and her possessive grasp around my throat."

"Frisk pulls back, her eyes never leaving mine as I lie limp and helpless beneath her. She gazes at my still-hard cock, a mixture of fascination and ownership on her face. Her gaze lingers on the thick stream of cum that continues to leak from my urethra, the stream growing weaker as I succumb to unconsciousness. With a curious expression, she reaches out and brushes a finger through the viscous liquid, bringing it to her lips. She tastes me, her eyes half-closed in rapture, as if savoring the taste of my surrender. As she does, she nods to herself, her mind already plotting her next move."

"I remain unconscious, unaware of Frisk's increasingly insatiable hunger. Her eyes never leave mine, her gaze burning with a primal desire as she wraps her fingers around my still-pulsating cock. The liquid flesh within me seems to stir, responding to her touch like a living entity. As she gazes down at me, her stomach growls in anticipation, and her mouth waters in preparation for the feast that's about to unfold. Without hesitation, she lowers her head, her tongue darting out to lick the remaining streams of cum from my urethra. The taste is intoxicating, and she moans softly, her hips subtly undulating in response to the pleasure coursing through her veins."