(Weeks later)

Sans coughed against the padded floor, cum trickling out of his mouth. He struggled to lift himself up before falling back down, panting heavily. His eyelights were hazy and wide and unfocused. They hadn't used the whip this time, but he was beginning to wonder which was worse, the physical or sexual abuse.

"Up you go." A gruff voice above him barked before pulling up the listless body from the floor. Sans murmured incoherently, his face flushed lilac as his skull lulled to the side.

"Shit, he looks too good. You sure we can't continue?" Another rough voice said to the side. A furred paw stroked the side of his thigh bone, a growl of appreciation sounding past sharp fangs.

"No." The original guard snapped. "Her Highness said we are to bring him back to her chambers now. You don't want to go against her orders."

The other dog guard grumbled unhappily, but he didn't complain any more than that. He had to agree with his fellow guardsmen. Disobeying the Queen's orders would have much worse consequences than a quick fuck was worth.

Sans was left in the large, ornate room of the Queen, his small figure seeming even smaller in the large, lavish bed. He tried to keep even breaths to slow the adrenaline in his soul. The Queen would be here soon, and he had to be ready.

Toriel entered her room, scanning the smooth, ivory bones of her partner with a lustful gaze. She smirked as she took her spot next to the figure, delighting in the fact that he was still dazed and out of breath from his previous session.

"Uhnnn.. M-Mistress Toriel.." Toriel felt her soul pick up speed. Even with just a few words, and helplessly splayed on her bed, he could still make her feel excited and nervous.

"Yes baby?" She crooned softly, stroking his cheekbone. She felt a bolt of elation go through her when he reached up and held her larger paw in his skeletal hand.

"Do you love me?" She whispered, running her thumb over the smooth expanse of his cheekbone. She knew she didn't have to ask, but she did every single day. And his answer was always the same.

"Of course Tori.." The sound of that nickname on his tongue made her shiver. Whenever he used that nickname, it felt more intimate, like they knew each other for years. And why shouldn't it feel this way? He was hers. He belonged to her and they loved each other.

She sighed regretfully. Unfortunately, she would not have time tonight to bed with him. But she guessed that was fine because her little courtesan already seemed so tired. Perhaps she could grant him this one night of rest.

"My dear Sans. It seems that I am engaged in another political affair which I must attend to starting tomorrow. It's on the far side of New Home, so I'll need to start packing today." Sans watched the goat monster with appraising eyelights, keeping his rising hope inside.

"Since the Advisor seemed to like you so much last time, I'll be putting you under his care again." Sans couldn't help the sudden shrinking of his violet eyelights, the trembling hearts betraying how he felt. He quickly hid his expression, hoping his mistress didn't see.

"...My mistress is most considerate." He said softly, trying not to let the growing dread be heard in his voice. He turned away, trying to get a bit of sleep for once. But unfortunately, he didn't think he would be able to tonight.