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It was Christmas morning, and Dess' slight hangover made sure she felt every bit of unwelcome sun rudely entering through the window. After the furious batter of her eyelids failed to turn off the giant star in the sky, she did the easy thing and rolled over, hoping to find a fluffy white monster to complain to. However, she found no one besides her in her bed. The initial shock wore off rather quickly, as of the two of them she certainly was the one more likely to sleep in.
Dess thought over the events of yesterday as best as she could despite the very mild headache she was still nursing. After going out to get the last thing she needed for Asriel's special gift, she'd come back home to find him already hard at work. A much needed shower later, Dess had come into the living room to find a great-looking roast on the table and a bottle of wine being uncorked by her boyfriend. Following an unsurprisingly delicious dinner, the two had settled into the couch - still holding onto that bottle of wine - and feasted their eyes on re-runs of ancient Christmas specials, all while drinking and laughing and cuddling. At one point Dess must've passed out, and Asriel had carried her to bed.
A perfect evening.
Dess stretched as she got up, and then bent down to open a drawer in her nightstand. Rummaging through the folded underwear inside she reached for something that stood out in the bottom. Carefully, she pulled it out and took a good look.
Dess loved Asriel more than she loved anything in the world, but the man was infuriatingly difficult to make gifts to. In all fairness, since both of them were adults with wages and self control, if anything caught their eyes and they could afford it they'd get it without waiting for any special occasion, and Asriel in particular didn't want for much: ”All I need is you and the promise of tomorrow”, he'd said once, which had made her both want to kiss him and to punch him given that it'd been in response to the simple question “What do you want for your birthday?”. Knowing all of this, Dess had then decided to take matters into her own hands.
Dess held in her hands her custom made gift for her boyfriend: a small scrapbook, each page filled with pictures and accounts of everyone he'd ever met. Over the last months, Dess had been in close contact with Toriel, Asgore, Kris and basically anyone she could get ahold of in Hometown, and she'd painstakingly gathered material to make what could be considered an encyclopedia of the goat monster's life. With yesterday's "shopping trip” (in reality a trip to a PO box she'd rented to retrieve an old picture of him in high school) the book had been completed. She smiled looking at the cover, and made her way to the door of her room. The faint smell of her boyfriend's pancakes came through, making her even more excited to start that wonderful day.
“Merry Christmas Az-”
“-zy… ?”
Dess slowly walked towards the kitchen table, where some still warm pancakes rested next to a cup of lukewarm coffee. The doe looked all around their apartment - thankfully its size meant she didn't have to strain her neck much - and found no trace of her boyfriend besides the food he'd clearly left prepared for her. Well, that wasn't actually true; next to her plate there was a small post-it note that read:
Go back to the bedroom in 10 minutes to get your gift.
Dess looked back to the now closed door of their shared bedroom. The doe remembered having a bad habit of forgetting to close any door she came through.
“... Huh.”
Dess scarfed down some of the pancakes and downed the coffee without much trouble and with much gusto, all while checking her phone for the time. Ten minutes from when I woke up? From when I read the note? How's he gonna know? The doe monster thought while waiting for the time to tick by. Asriel was beyond thoughtful, so what he had planned was surely something worth the wait. But what was it? And why did it need such a specific setup? Exciting…
Thankfully for her, once she checked her phone again the ten minutes had already passed. She left the book on the table and carefully walked back to the bedroom before coming to a stop just in front of the door. She placed an ear on it, attempting to suss out any hint about what her boyfriend's surprise would be, but was met only with a very faint shuffling sound that she could not confirm was not just the open curtain. The doe breathed in, and pushed open the door to find…
“Merry Christmas Dess!”
… a scene she certainly wasn’t expecting.
Their shared bed had been hastily made, and was covered in what looked to be rose petals in the shape of a heart. Laying on top of the bed and in the center of the heart was none other than Dess’ favourite person, Asriel Dreemurr, parts of his body covered in red ribbons.
And only red ribbons.
“Wh… huh?”
Asriel he shuffled awkwardly, his eyes half lid as his voice took on a much sultrier tone than the one the doe was used to - “I thought I could be your gift today~ Ready to unwrap me… ?”
“Uh… buh…” - the doe blinked a few times. Were those pancakes laced?
Asriel sighed, his voice returning to its regular tone - “... I got you something special as a gift a few months ago, but it got stuck in transit forever and it won't arrive till tomorrow so… I had to improvise.” - he breathed out, slightly lowering his gaze - “I just thought I'd do something romantic, you know? And since you always say you want me to take initiative in this kind of stuff I just thought “Hey, why don't I try to be sexy for once and surprise her?”...”
Dess nodded slowly, badly suppressing a small snicker - ”Well uh… This certainly isn't what I expected, faha!” - she said, while taking a closer look at the goat monster. Putting aside his nakedness, how he'd managed to sneak into the bedroom after she'd left it was a mystery, as was how he'd managed to wrap himself up as a present. He'd given it his best effort, bless his heart, but it clearly hadn't been the most clean job - perhaps due to only giving himself a 10 minute margin. His arms were basically locked together by red tape, and the same was true of his legs, which severely limited his range of motion to little more than wiggling. It was…
… Interesting.
Interesting could be a word to describe it, yes. Intriguing. Mesmerising. Thought provoking. Provoking many thoughts indeed.
Asriel breathed out - “... I know. I'm sorry, this is stupid. I really should have thought of something else.” - the goat attempted to sit himself up on the bed, but his handiwork prevented him from moving much. Dess took very good notice of that detail - “Angel, I must look ridiculous… Look, just get me out of these things and I-”
“No.” - Dess said, surprising both of them - “No I… I like this.” - a small, shy blush crept into the goat monster's face, one that only strengthened the strange feeling the situation elicited in her. Asriel presented himself, naked and covered in gaudy red ribbons, awkwardly shuffling before her. She could just…
And suddenly it was as if something clicked.
Dess looked at her boyfriend as he laid down on their bed. Of the two of them, he certainly was the most athletic: taller, burlier, more imposing, you name it. He could very easily sweep the doe off her feet in more ways than one. But despite that, as he laid there, arms and legs bound, hands over his head, an almost pleading look in his eyes, ribbons wrapped around him and accentuating every tantalizing curve and shape of his body… Dess felt something different. She felt like Asriel was truly hers; hers in a different way to the countless times he’d declared his undying love for her, to the times he’d sworn to do all he could and more to make her happy. No. As he laid there, small, defenseless, vulnerable... He was hers.
Hers to do with as she pleased.
Dess breathed in a few times, finding her breath shaking at the revelation - "Apricot." - she quickly said, careful to not let her excitement influence the gorgeous scene before her - “If you want me to stop at any point, just say Apricot.”
The goat monster opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself and simply nodded, which only made the smirk the doe had been trying to suppress finally break through. A nervous smile, too, appeared on the goat's face, one that only intensified what Dess was feeling. She thanked the Angel Asriel had had the foresight of preemptively stripping himself before doing this or she might have been unable to resist tearing his clothes off with her bare hands.
Slowly, Dess’ hand moved. Slowly, ever slowly, it hovered over her boyfriend's body with no specific intent or destination, indecisive. In this state, the goat monster seemed so incredibly delicate, so frail, that Dess almost feared what she was thinking of doing to him. But she knew he trusted her, and she knew he'd tell her if she went too far.
Still, she needed something to start with. A spark to light the fuse.
The doe grinned, before closing in on the goat. She climbed on top of the bed and placed herself on top of him, holding herself up by her hands and knees. Close, feeling him slightly squirm; but not close enough judging by his hitching breath, no contact yet. Dess’s breath quickened.
“Now… I want to play with my new toy.” - she said.
A small, almost imperceptible gasp escaped the goat's lips, and he slightly shuddered under her. Dess looked down and found the satisfying results of her teasing, her lover's cock already at full mast. She couldn't help but smile at how easy it was to get him going, even if she couldn't deny that she was just as excited as him. But it wasn't gonna be that simple. Good things came to those who waited.
Dess lowered her head, threatening to plant a kiss on the goat's lips, before skillfully avoiding them. Instead, she dove around his head and into his neck, where she planted a first kiss. Heat, smell, sensation; a first contact that drove a jolt through both of them. She felt her boyfriend’s body squirm just below her, small motions that rubbed against her arms and legs, as another gasp accompanied his struggle. Dess continued her assault: another kiss, and then another, each hungrier than the last. Asriel's breath matched her own, intensifying with each contact while he struggled to remain still.
But Dess wasn't satisfied.
She pulled back, letting both of them catch their breath, before lowering her head just next to his ear.
“I want to hear you.” - she demanded.
Asriel swallowed - “... Y-Yes.”
“Good boy.” - the goat monster shuddered, a small gasp leaving his lips once more. Dess smiled.
The doe continued her onslaught. She planted small, brief kisses along the length of Asriel's jaw, forcing small whimpers from him as she made her way to his lips. She locked her eyes onto his as the two stood close but not close enough, sharing the same hot breath. Asriel's lips twitched as she pulled back slightly. His eyes begged.
“Not yet.” - she said, getting out of her boyfriend's reach.
Dess dove back down, shuffling back a little. She planted a kiss on the middle of Asriel's chest, then followed suit with another slightly lower. She paved a way with her mouth all the way to his stomach, savouring every moan she got out of him. As she neared what she knew he so desperately wanted, she slowed down. The kisses became less frequent, lasted longer, as she neared her boyfriend's crotch. She could feel his legs twitching below her, and hear his moans become more intense. Then, she came face to face with what would be her ultimate prize: Asriel was fully erect, his shaft rising above the gaudy red ribbons wrapped all around him. Dess could see the rhythmic twitching of her boyfriend's cock and the glowing pearl atop its tip; the delightful reward of a job well done.
But one she wasn't fully ready to give to him yet. Not that he had to know.
“Azzy…” - she said, the goat monster craning his neck to fully take in the sight of Dess hovering above his manhood - “... Tell me you want this.”
“I-I want this.”
Des scoffed, a finger almost reaching down to caress her prize but never close enough - “... Come on, I think you can do better than that.”
Asriel swallowed and took a visually laborious breath - “I… I really want this Dess, please.”
“Beg.” - her head lowered to his, and she could almost feel the overwhelming heat it radiated.
“P-Please Dess I need this… Oh-oh Angel… I need this now…”
Dess smirked, as she pulled slightly back - “Thinking of the Angel even now, huh? Guess you don't really want this after all…”
Asriel's eyes open wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he seemed to gasp for breath - “D-Dess no! Please, please I'm begging you! A- Dess I can't take it anymore. Please!”
Asriel's desperate pleading was like music to her ears. A perverse satisfaction that spread through every part of her, a joy that would have almost worried her had she been able to think of anything other than the heat building in her abdomen. She wondered how she'd been living up to that point without knowing of this. What was it, truly? Would any word suffice to describe it? Power? Control? Authority?
She needed more.
Suddenly, she gripped Asriel's cock, feeling it twitch in her grasp. She would have delighted in hearing the noise he'd made, had she not rushed ahead at the same time to his lips to silence them with her own. Dess trembled as her boyfriend did, the sudden shock of sensation traveling through him, as a gasp and a moan died in the space between their lips. The doe pushed her tongue into the goat monster's mouth, savouring him while he struggled to fight back. Her eyes locked onto his as they twitched and rolled, following the rhythmic motions of her hand down below. Caress after caress, stroke after stroke, Dess enjoyed every bit of struggle of the goat as his body built up the urge he so desperately wanted to set free. She could feel the effect of every movement as Asriel tried and failed to steal her breath and his whole body trembled. The goat monster arched his back slightly, tension rushing through his legs. Dess knew what was to come.
And when it had to.
Dess suddenly pulled herself from Asriel’s body as fast she’d pounced onto it, leaving him gasping for air. The goat remained still, stunned, for a moment, the only motion coming from him the rising and falling of his chest and the twitching of his member. The doe simply stared at her handiwork for a while as heat continued to rise through her.
“D-Dess… ?” - the goat monster broke the silence. His voice was honey and nectar and sheer bliss. It was pure desperation, a need his body betrayed but that she still thoroughly delighted in hearing.
Dess smiled wide - “What's wrong Azzy?” - she got close to Asriel's cock and watched him tense up as her breath caressed it. She looked him dead in the eyes - “Did you want something?”
“I-”
The goat monster's words were cut short by a moan that accompanied a hasty breath. Dess removed her finger from the tip of his dick as quickly as she’d placed it and smiled, getting closer to the face of the bound, powerless monster. As he caught his breath, his eyes twitching, she spoke to him again - “I'm having too much fun. Let’s play for a bit more, hmmm?” - Dess dressed her words in the most infuriatingly sweet tone she could, and she was greatly rewarded for it. She saw the lips of the goat monster twitch, revealing just a glimpse of fearsome fangs.
Dess stepped away from the bed and pushed further, as she slowly removed her oversized pajamas. Once she threw the clothes aside she could really tell how wet she'd actually gotten, and much to her delight her boyfriend could too. His eyes darted all over her now naked body, and traced lines from her breasts down to her crotch and all around the places that'd remained hidden until that moment - “Awwww look at you…. Adorable.” - she said, her voice flying past the threshold of condescension - ”I could just eat you up, Azzy.”
“Dess, you-”
The goat monster could not get another word in before the top of his girlfriend's hand rubbed his member again. Breath was forced into him as the doe slightly giggled, using her free hand to reach down to her own nether regions as she once again returned to her rightful position over Asriel - “Sssshhhh… It's okay Azzy.” - she said, as the goat monster's breath slowed.
Dess looked at her lover as she slowly slid her hand down her own crotch. Slow, circling motions at first that made her breath hitch and her mind stutter slightly. Her other hand drifted down into the goat monster, mimicking her movements across his chest. Dess struggled to find a place to leave it to rest for long, every part of him so delightfully tense and defenseless, so ripe for the picking. Goaded by her own quickening motions she lowered her head and discarded all would-be inhibitions. She dragged her tongue slowly across Asriel's chest, slowly coming to a stop on his right nipple.
And bit down.
“Hnnhg!” - was all the goat monster managed to say.
Dess smiled, her voice now ever so slightly trembling as she tried to pretend her yearning was not approaching her boyfriend's - “... What was that Azzy? I couldn't hear you…”
Asriel breathed out. She could feel his twitching cock poking at the side of one of her legs, so she separated them slightly, keeping any avenue of release out of reach of him. Couldn't make it that easy, now could she? - “Dess, you…”
The goat monster's voice was reduced to nothing more than a low growl as he grit his teeth and closed his eyes. This frustration, this intoxicating feeling… Maybe it was because of her finger's frenzied motions, but seeing him like this, begging to be unleashed and ready to pounce on her the moment he was able to… it drove her wild.
She needed this. She needed this fury, this anger. She needed the chained beast to break free, to take what was rightfully his. She desperately wanted him to take her now, to devour her. And she knew just the way to make it happen.
“Ohh… you want me to let you finish, is that it?” - she said, the shaking in her voice unable to disarm its infuriating tone - “... I don't think so.”
Asriel's face trembled as he struggled to form words - “D-... Dess, y-you… Fuck-”
Dess smiled. Once again, words denied, as the doe placed her lover’s cock just in the threshold of her sex - “I am such a bitch, aren't I?” - she said, the goat growling again, no doubt as a result of his constant muzzling - “Such a heartless bitch. Poor poor Azzy, not being allowed to get off…” - she slightly swayed her hips back and forth. The goat monster averted his gaze and pulled his head back, gritting his teeth.
“Y-you…”
The doe monster cupped her boyfriend's face and forced his eyes onto her as she felt a tingling sensation running through her - “Come on Azzy, say it. Say what you want to do to me.”
“I…”
“Say what you think. Tell me what you want to do to my pretty little body, just out of the reach of you. Tell me how you want to pounce on your rightful prey. Tell me how you want to break me here and now. Tell me everything…” - the doe spoke quicker and quicker, ushering in both of their ends.
The goat monster struggled as his cock desperately, pathetically, pleaded for entrance into Dess. But any attempt was met with failure, the doe easily pulling his much deserved prize out of his reach. She wasn't the one who was going to give it to him.
She leaned down just to the side of his head. To the side of sharp gritted fangs, weapons shining from their lack of use. A beast's voice trapped within, a rumble of primal desire and desperation that was music to the doe's ears.
“... If you want it… take it.”
Asriel did not answer with words, and Dess was glad. The time for that had long gone. No, what remained of Asriel was pure need, a need that went beyond the soft shell of who he was. It was an animalistic urge, just instincts and hunger and sheer heat, fangs bared and claws drawn. Dess heard the ripping of ribbons as Asriel’s arms came free and slammed down into her lower back. Finally, Asriel plunged into her, sending shockwaves through both of their bodies and leaving the two frozen in time, even if only for a second. A champion claiming his prize.
There was no hesitation. As soon as both caught their breath, the monster's bodies synchronized into a much yearned for motion. Dess slammed down again and again into Asriel, her taunting words blissfully reduced to nothing more than grunts that could barely be heard over her boyfriend's growls. Their lips joined together and parted as their bodies clashed and filled the air with the oldest symphony of history, their minds unsure if the other's taste or their voice was more intoxicating. They were one, in that moment, as Dess could feel the raging beast inside Asriel become tamed by her body.
And she could not have that.
Dess did not desire to quench the fire she'd so carefully stoked in Asriel. No, she needed to feel the heat even more than she did now, even closer than inside her. She yearned for the flames, to be consumed by the inferno. Dess wished to burn, and she would do whatever she needed to feel the tongues of the pyre lick at her very being.
It was in a split second, once the two parted their lips. Dess saw the face of her lover, eyes half lid and mouth agape. The smallest glimpse of white was visible within. An impossibly alluring point.
Dess dug her nails into her lover's back.
Then, she lunged into his shoulder.
And bit down.
Dess felt something reverberate through her. Another growl, stronger, deeper than any that had come before. A roar.
And following it, her much anticipated punishment.
The doe felt it thoroughly. Cold, at first, in tiny, insignificant spots on her shoulder. But the cold grew and grew, and with it came a gentle pressure; but it did not remain that way for long. The pressure grew agonizingly slowly until it became pain. Pain, intoxicating pain, wonderful pain, blessed pain. Pain that then finally gave way to release. Finally, there was no pain, no pressure, no cold. Only warmth where it all had been. The warmth of life reached out, coating Asriel's fangs in crimson.
And in that moment of release, it all came together. He, her, both of them. The world faded, shriveled and died, leaving only the two who had become one. Asriel twitched and twisted below her. Had she been able to see his face she may have found it beautiful. But now he was just motion, heat. Heat pumping into her, filling her, making her whole. Dess, too, was reduced to her base form. Like her boyfriend she was motion, shudders and contractions and jolts of pleasure. Like him, too, she gave her warmth to him, she fed her life to him.
For a moment, there was nothing else but this. There needn't be.
…
Once the world slowly reformed around Dess she found herself laying on Asriel's chest. Her resting place moved gently as the goat breathed in and out slowly, carefully planting kisses on the top of her head while caressing her hair.
The doe moved her head to look at the goat monster. She smiled fondly at him, and he returned the gesture.
“Well…” - Asriel said.
“Well?” - Dess responded, cocking an eyebrow.
“Well well well…” - a smack of the goat monster's lips accompanied each word.
The doe huffed, mostly in jest - “You just came inside me and all you can say is Well?” - she raised her hand to the goat monster's chin, gently pushing it away.
“Well I-” - Dess delivered a quick flick to the goat monster’s nose upon hearing that forbidden word. Asriel sighed in annoyance, which prompted the doe to giggle. After shaking his head, he looked back to her - “Did you like your gift?”
The doe smiled, planting a small peck on her boyfriend’s lips - “Yes, very much so. Thank you Azzy.” - Asriel replied in kind, causing both of them to tenderly go back and forth, the space between their kisses filling with gentle laughter.
Dess shifted slightly on top of Asriel, attempting to get a better angle, when she suddenly winced and sucked air through her teeth, placing her hand on her shoulder. Asriel quickly shot up, eyes wide with misplaced worry, before his girlfriend waved him away equally as fast - “Fahaha Azzy don’t worry, it’s just… it stings a bit.” - the doe turned her head to see over her shoulder. They were barely big enough to notice - even in his frenzy he’d been kind enough to not pierce deep - but a small semi-circle of red dots still littered Dess’ skin. A smile, a mark left in the heat of the moment, a brand. A slight discomfort that was oh so comfortable.
The doe looked at the worried face of her boyfriend and smiled, cupping his face - “It’s okay Azzy, I liked it. I really, really liked it actually.” - she said, the goat’s worry quickly turning to bashfulness and producing a nervous smile - one that showed just the tiniest glimpse of teeth she could no longer look at the same way - “Honestly, it was just a spur of the moment thing but I’m glad you understood what I wanted, faha!” - she said, making slow circles on Asriel’s jaw with her finger - “Didn’t know you had that in you…”
“Ha ha, what can I say… You got me pretty riled up back there.” - he said, scratching the back of his head with such demureness it was hard for Dess to believe he was the same monster that had ravaged her so just minutes prior - “Same with you I guess. I mean, not just the biting. The whole… attitude.”
“What did you think?” - the doe monster tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow. She already knew, but wanted to hear it firsthand. A nice bit of dessert after a full course meal.
Asriel seemed to think for a moment, before finally responded - “Hot as fuck.”
The doe monster couldn't help but laugh - “Good boy.” - she replied, basking in the quick response she correctly predicted from her boyfriend’s body - “Well, guess we'll have to try this more often then, faha!”
Asriel smiled, before his expression quickly turned into a slightly distressed one. Dess worried for a second before Asriel opened his mouth - “B-But I don't think you're a bitch - much less a heartless one! I would never think that of you, just wanted it to be clear.”
Dess rolled her eyes and returned a measure of condescension to her voice - “Azzy, it's called dirty talk. Look it up, dummy!” - she flicked the monster's nose again, then groaned - “Cheez, you're lucky you're cute. And handsome. And hot as fuck. And great at cooking. And really smart. And super considerate. And can reach into the tall shelves I can't get to. And-”
Asriel laughed - “Okay okay I get it, ha ha!”
And thus, with another round of pecks and kisses, the two lovers embraced after what would become a tradition for the two of them. First reserved to the holidays, but then reconsidered. They weren't ones to leave gifts only for special occasions, after all.