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Chapter 8

Queen, Mother, Lover, Friend

"...Fuck!"

For a minute Toriel could manage no further words. Her nude body, splayed skyward on Sans's rumpled bed, still trembled with the aftershocks of her climax. The still air of the little room was heavy and pungent with her musk. Sans, stripped to his bare bones, lay against her side, one hand resting on her shoulder, the other deftly slipped between her inner thighs, fingertips exploring every crevice of Toriel's vulva.

"...Sans..." panted Toriel, once she had recovered more breath, "...are you_entirely_sure you have never done this with anyone before?"

Sans allowed himself a low chuckle, withdrawing his fingers slowly from between Toriel's labia and running his fingertips, still damp, through the thick, velvety fur that grew over her mons. She gasped and bleated again, her body convulsing with fresh waves of pleasure.

"Unhh! Oh! That is...ohhh...S-Sans, that is...almost too much..." Toriel at last brushed her paw against the back of Sans's hand, as if to say, "Enough." Sans desisted from further teasing and settled his arm gently over her body, easing himself into a more snug and comfortable position against Toriel's side. He drew his arm close under her breasts, feeling their warmth and their softness caressinghis bones.

"Oh, yes, Sans," Toriel whispered, shuddering a little as his arm lightly stroked the underside of her breasts. "You...keep doing that. Ohhh...how are you so _good_at this, Sans?"

"I'm just a good listener, Tori," he replied. "Your body is telling me everything I need to know." He extended athumb to brush against the gentle swell of Toriel's nipple where it emerged through the silky fur that covered her breast. She responded with a moan and another shiver of delight that sent sympathetic vibrations coursing down Sans's spine.

"Aah! Yes! You can...oooh...you can keep doing that too." She broughther long muzzle down to plant a warm, wet kiss on Sans's brow. "Sans, you cannot possibly imagine how much I needed this. Thank you."

Sans grinned, rubbing his cheekbone against Toriel's shoulder, beaming with delight. "Maybe I can't but I can make a couple good guesses. Especially the first time I got you off, Tori. I'm surprised you didn't start shooting fire out of your nostrils, it was that intense." Sans's soul glowed with remembered ecstasy of that moment, when he first succeeded in making Toriel scream with rapture, a tear forming in the corner of her eye and great shudders convulsing her whole body as the probing tip of Sans's finger dancing over Toriel's clitoris finally sent her arousal crashing over the edge into orgasm.

Toriel giggled, not without a little pride in having made such an impression. "I am perhaps not usually _that_vocal. But it has been about eight decades since last I found comfort in the embraceof a lover." At this she rolled herself closer to Sans, throwing an arm and a leg over Sans's skeletal form, drawing him close against the voluptuous curves of her torso. Sans sighed in bliss as his bones nudged against her yielding flesh. Toriel pressed her muzzle to Sans's face and looked into his eye-sockets. "You do not mind that I call you that? 'Lover'?"

Sans snickered. "Can't really argue with it, not after making you come three times in one night. I'll take 'lover'. Or 'boyfriend', since I have a feeling we'll be wanting to do this again soon."

Toriel rolled her eyes in simulated exasperation. "I do not think that it entirely suits one of my advancedyears and my station to have a mere 'boyfriend'. I am several centuries too old to have a 'boyfriend'. Besides, that would make _me_your 'girlfriend'. Now do I _look_like a 'girlfriend', Sans?"

He ran his appreciative gaze down the length of her plump and shapely body. "No, you're way too classy a woman for 'girlfriend', you've got me there."

"Then you shall be my lover." Toriel kissed Sans again. "Or I could call you my 'consort' but 'consort' is rather too stuffy a word even for me."

Sans tried but failed to suppress a laugh, remembering his earlier talk with Frisk and his brother. "Papyrus seemed to think hooking up with you was gonna make a me king or something."

Toriel bleated in amusement. "You do not wish to be a king, do you?"

"A_king?_I can barely run a hot dog stand!"

A speculative look came into Toriel's eye as she stroked a meditative paw down Sans's sternum. "It is not out of the question, you know. There are such things as 'letters patent'. I could ennoble you, if you wished to take my side not only as my lover but also as my co-regnant."

"Tori," said Sans, looking askance at her, "you're not _really_considering making me some kind of ruler, are you? You're the smart one who knows about leadership and I'm just a guy who tells jokes,sleeps on the job and reads MAD Magazine. I'll leave you to make all the important decisions, if you don't mind."

"Oh, I was speaking mostly in jest," Toriel said, trying to sound reassuring. "I would not dream of forcing you into any position that you wished to avoid, Sans. I do feel, however, that you somewhat undervalue yourself. When I was in exile I knew you only as a teller of jokes, but since then I have perceived that there is so much more to you. More than once I have wished that, when I was faced with some difficult matter as a teacher or as a queen, I had you with me--that I might benefit from your kindly advice. Your uncanny sense of...judgment."

"Judgment," Sans could not help but repeat. Manifold images fleeted through his head, overlapping memories of a colonnaded hallway filled with golden radiance. Between the ticks of a second a red-eyed demon stared back at Sans from between the columns, a demon clutching a filthy chef's knife. But the memory shimmered and blurred and the demon became a lonely child clutching an ancient cell phone, bruised and battered by long travels far from home and from hope, the _human_child he had blindly promised a weeping voice behind a stone door that he would protect--the child who, the moment they recognised who it was that advanced toward them out of the shadows of the hall into the light, greeted him with the luminous smile of an old friend.

"Sans?" asked Toriel. "Have I said anything amiss?"

Sans snapped his attention to Toriel's face. "Oh, no, you're fine, Tori! I, uh, I guess I'm a bit stunned that you'd think so highly of my opinions. I guess...well, I've made a couple of good decisions here and there, as it's turned out. And you can always come to me for advice! But I'd rather not turn giving advice into a government job, if you don't mind." He gazed into Toriel's eyes and laid hold of her shoulders in both hands. "If ever you want me to help you, I'll always be ready to listen. As your lover, and as your friend. Isn't that enough?"

Toriel's eyes misted over and she nodded, muzzle creased into a smile. "More than I once dreamed I would ever deserve, dearest Sans. You are right."

Sans bussed her nose. "Just introduce me in public as your slacker court favorite and I'll be happy."

"You are so adorably modest." Toriel rolled onto her back, effortlessly carrying Sans with her in a intimate embrace.

Sans laughed. "You've got a talent for sweeping me off my feet, Tori."

Toriel giggled again. "Mmm. What time is it anyway? I confess, Sans," she went on, lowering her voice to an amorous purr, "that I would not mind another--"

A tinkly piano tune, jarring in the warm silence of the tiny room, rang out from Toriel's phone, which she had carelessly tossed to the floor near Sans's bed on her way into his bedroom. "Oh, heavens," she muttered with a hint of irritation, "it must be later than I thought. Pardon me, Sans." She eased his body off her torso and swung herself into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress. As she bent down to scoop up her phone Sans lounged on the bed, idly studying the curves of her back and hips. "As I thought. It is past ten and your brother is calling."

"Want me to deal with him?" asked Sans.

"No, I am equal to this task. But I am slightly annoyed that your brother, for all his sterling qualities, still has not learned that I prefer he _text_me." Toriel answered the phone with her sweetest, most secretarial tone. "Why, hello Papyrus!" she warbled. Sans could almost make out Papyrus's loud and enthusiastic replies; his brother shared with Undyne a faulty sense of the volume needed to converse by phone. "What a pleasant surprise it is to hear from you...yes, you may return home with my child now...we are done for the night, I think." At this she craned her head backward to give Sans a look of mild regret. "At any rate both Frisk and I must return to our home and rest before tomorrow's activities...my _dear_Papyrus, your brother and I enjoyed ourselves thoroughly; that is all you need to know...I imagine we will be doing this more often, yes." She chuckled. "I hope that you and my child has an enjoyable evening as well. Did you in fact take in a movie?...the LEGO Batman, indeed? I was somewhat curious about that film myself. I trust that it was not inappropriate viewing for my young Frisk...why of course I wish to speak to them!" Toriel lowered her voice to a kindly murmur. "Hello, my child. It is nice to hear your voice...did you have fun with Uncle Papyrus?...Oh, I am so glad!...Frisk, my dear child, 'fun' is not quite the word for what Sans and I had, but yes. This has been the best night of my life in a long time...I love you too, Frisk. Now return with Papyrus and by the time you arrive I will be ready to take us both home...believe me, dear child, I am tempted, but I do anticipate a rather busy day tomorrow. There will be other evenings, I assure you..." Toriel's melodious laugh filled the room. "You really are an _interesting_child, Frisk. Would you like a word with 'Dad'? Very well..." She turned back to Sans, taking her last opportunity of the night to curl up beside him on the mattress as she handed him her phone.

"Hey there kiddo," said Sans when he took the phone.

Frisk answered in the quiet, measured whisper that they used when they wished to speak without stammering. "Hi, Dad. It sounds like you and Mom hit it off."

Sans chuckled. "'Dad'. That'll take some getting used to, kid. But I kinda like it. And yeah, we had...hoo boy! We had a time."

"I'm happy that you can make Mom happy. I knew you would."

"You've got a lot of faith in me, kiddo. It..." Sans's voice wavered for a second. "Well, it means a lot to me, that you believe in me. I want you to know that."

Frisk's whisper was scarcely audible, but clear. "You believed in me."

"Yeah...gee..."

"I love you, Dad," whispered Frisk.

Sans's soul flooded with sudden warmth. "I love you too, kiddo. But I'd better let you go now. Get your Uncle Papyrus to drive you home safe. But kid?" Sans lowered his voice. "Make sure he doesn't get you here _too_quickly."

Frisk giggled. "I'll give you time to clean up. See you and Mom soon." The connection dropped and Sans gave the phone back to Toriel, who dropped it on Sans's nightstand.

"Tori," said Sans, nestling himself close against Tori's warm belly, "you've got one interesting kid."

"I certainly do. _We_certainly do."

"Damn. That _is_gonna take getting used to."

"I have every confidence that you will." Toriel hugged Sans close. "Oh, Sans, I do not wish to get up."

"Me neither, but we have to, sometime soon."

"Mmm. How long do you think we have?"

"The way my brother drives? Probably thirty minutes at minimum. Everyone else roars up the mountain road at fifty but he'll be exactly at the speed limit and no faster the entire way."

"Sans..." The gleam returned to Toriel's eye and again the earthy pungency of her sharpened arousal wafted up from her naked body. She took one of Sans's hands in her paw, gently guiding it to rest on her mons. "...I was hoping you would say that."