"Did you really think that would be the end?" Frisk lay there, darkness surrounding him. He had been defeated - over and over and over. No matter how DETERMINED he was, Asriel had proven too much. Now, beaten and bruised, Frisk could do nothing but look up at the wicked grin of his victor. Tall, lithe, white-furred, with streaks of black around his eyes, Asriel Dreemur was a sight to behold from his vantage point. He struggled to get up, but Asriel simply raised one foot and held him down. He couldn't defeat him, not like this.

"Now, now. You tried your best," his foe mocked, "Though I would have thought someone determined as you..." He lifted his foot from Frisk and knelt down, grabbing Frisk by the chin and holding him up, "Would have been able to hold your own a little better."

Frisk was staring at those cold, beady eyes, wondering what would come next.

Of course, what did happen was what he least expected. Suddenly, he found Asriel's face much closer than before, and in an instant, he felt their lips entwined, an invasive tongue slipping into his mouth. Too shocked to do anything about it, he just lay there, wide eyed, as Asriel tongued his mouth furiously. When their lips parted, a trail of saliva remained between them, soon dribbling away.

The kiss, however, was not the only strange thing that happened. Frisk realized the soreness in his body was gone. He could move again.

"Confused?" Asriel asked. He had turned away, his robed form now only a silhouette in the darkness. "I need you in good shape, you know." He paused. "For what's going to happen next." Suddenly, Asriel's robes fell away, revealing the voluptuous frame concealed beneath. His white, furred butt quivered the slightest bit as he entered the nude, and the swell of his hips seemed almost impossible, an hourglass figure undoubtedly inherited from his mother.

"Oh, Frisk," he chuckled. "How long I've been waiting." Asriel turned around, revealing a monstrously enhanced cock with an equally exaggerated pair of balls. They swayed side to side, such an impressive length. Frisk tried not to stare, but he couldn't help it.

"Now that I've won," he began, approaching Frisk with a casual stride, "You and I can be together..." He knelt down, Frisk realized his clothes had disappeared, "Forever."

Their lips had entwined again, this time, Frisk had half-expected it, and he found his loins stirring as Asriel's tongue invaded his mouth. His heart raced as he felt Asriel toying with his shaft, rapidly stiffening at the soft touch of his pads. Part of him wanted to give in at that moment, but still he struggled, his determination everpresent. However, Asriel kept him there, slowly pinning him to the ground, his hand soon leaving Frisk's shaft, and instead placing his own, much more prodigal package, atop his.

Asriel's breathing grew heavier as he held Frisk down, his thick hips gyrating up and down, grinding his crotch into Frisk's, the unwilling frottage causing Frisk to squirm with unwanted pleasure. The slightest traces of pre were already dribbling out, whether he wanted it to or not.

Suddenly, Asriel's lips broke away from his own, and Frisk was left lying there, with Asriel sitting atop him, hands on his hips, grinning down cockily. "I guess this is what you wanted all along," he teased. "Well, if this is what you want..." Asriel rose, Frisk staring up at the hypnotic sway of the goat's wide, jiggling cheeks, "Then I suppose it's what you'll get." Suddenly, Asriel descended, planting his perfect ass atop Frisk's stiff cock. He hadn't inserted it just yet, instead, he had placed it right between his cheeks, hotdogging Frisk and grinding his ass up and down along the shaft. Frisk lay there, writhing against the sensation, groaning, trying to moan out a protest, but he was powerless to stop his adversary from sliding up and down, up and down, slowly teasing him to greater levels of ecstasy. Asriel looked back all the while, his arrogant grin widening as he saw the effect he was having on Frisk. The pre leaking out was soaking the space between Asriel's furred cheeks, if he kept this up, Frisk would...

"But we're not done. Not by a long shot!" Frisk realized he was now standing up, and Asriel, Asriel was kneeling, faced away from him, ass up in the air. He was presenting himself to Frisk. "I knew you would enjoy this, I knew you'd want it - want me..." He chuckled. "I just had to make you realize it."

Frisk's pre-dribbling cock ached at the sight of Asriel, whose own stiffened cock and balls swayed about, twitching in anticipation of Frisk. He knew he couldn't run at this point - Asriel would just stop him. He was being given the privilege of this position, and at this point, he wasn't sure he would deny it even if he had the choice. Moving forward, Frisk took hold of the enormous ass, Asriel letting out the faintest of sighs. "Oh yes, Frisk... Put it in."

And he did.

Asriel let out a slight gasp, almost unnoticeable. Frisk could feel the incredible, tight sensation of Asriel's asshole squeezing around his cockhead, then his shaft, as he began to plunge balls deep into him. In and out he went, Asriel following the motion with his own gyrations. His cock was massaged by Asriel's enormous, furred cheeks, and then sensually squeezed by his asshole. He kneaded the ass flesh, plump and plentiful, soft and warm. He was getting lost in the sensation, a slight bit of drool dribbling down his lip.

Asriel was panting, thrusting on his own. Frisk could feel Asriel's pre dribbling down on the ground, gathering at his feet, with each pound Frisk gave to his prostate, he drove them to greater and greater ecstasy.

"You're already about to finish?" Asriel asked, his voice sounded strained, but amused. "No, no, Frisk. That's not how we're going to do this."

GAME SAVED.

Frisk could feel himself about to release, the pressure of Asriel's ass, the blissful sensation, he clamped down on both of Asriel's cheeks and moaned. Then, with one final thrust, he -

SAVE STATE 1 LOADED.

Just as he was about to experience the relief of release, he found himself right back where he had been a thrust ago, with his cock quivering in between Asriel's plush cheeks. He threw his head back and groaned, preparing to release again, uncertain what just happened.

SAVE STATE 1 LOADED.

The need to orgasm was torturous, being brought to the edge only to be rewound a second time. His hands tightened around Asriel's plump rear, kneading the flesh while his lust built, the goatboy's swaying hips teased his cock. Frisk wanted to pull out, to finish himself, but he was mesmerized, held in place by a need to release inside Asriel. He was going to...

SAVE STATE 1 LOADED.

"Kehehe!" Asriel chuckled, but Frisk could hear the arousal in his voice. "How does it feel? To be just on the verge of an ending, only to be brought back again and again and again?" Frisk could barely make out Asriel's words, so caught up in his pent-up lust. He was trying to force it out, to get off before Asriel could -

SAVE STATE 1 LOADED.

"I could keep you here forever," Asriel panted. "Pounding my ass for all eternity! Would you like that?" Frisk tried to respond, but he could only let out an agonized moan. It was as if he could feel the pent-up frustration of each failed release, compounded time after time. If only he could -

SAVE STATE 1 LOADED.

Just -

SAVE STATE 1 LOADED.

Get -

SAVE STATE 1 LOADED.

Off -

SAVE STATE 1 LOADED.

Frisk let out a pitiful groan, Asriel letting out a faint whine. "Y-you..." he grunted. "Frisk..." Frisk realized that Asriel must have been enduring the same sexual agony, but now, it seemed he was at his limit. Their need for release, wound and rewound, seemed to have reached its climax, both of them crying out as they released, explosively, at the same time, Frisk feeling an immense relief as he unloaded inside Asriel.

SAVE STATE 2 LOADED.

The moment of his orgasm returned, Frisk and Asriel crying out again.

SAVE STATE 2 LOADED.

And again.

SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED. SAVE STATE 2 LOADED.

Frisk had no idea how long Asriel had trapped him in that lustful loop, allowing him the satisfying instant of release over and over and over, but by the end of it, the two lay there, a panting, cum-stained mess. Frisk hadn't realized it, but he was clinging to Asriel's chest, and Asriel himself was laying there, arm wrapped around him.

Slowly, his mind was returning to something resembling normal. He had been caught up in the state of orgasm so long that his thoughts felt clouded, unlike him. As he looked at Asriel, he returned the look, smiling. "I just want you to be happy, Frisk," he sighed, holding him tighter. "I just want to be with you..." Frisk didn't know what to say, or what he could do, but he was too weak to fight right now, and he was sure that Asriel felt the same way. "So just, stay mine, okay?"

For now, he was content to lay with him, the two panting, sighing, Frisk taking in the faint scent of Asriel's sweat-matted fur, curling into him as they passed out in blissful contentment.