The early autumn chill bellowed around you whilst walking towards Ludevic's potion shop.
Chara warned you should head out in the morning since Hallow's Eve is likely his busiest part of the year, if there was any mercy it was just for pick-up rather than staying inside to make the bag and buy everything.
She wanted to play the part of a witch this Halloween, not just look the part, so you were to get some ingredients for her own concoctions. What where they? "A welcome surprise" she said.
As you entered towards the laboratory shop, you noticed it was prospering as a line already formed to outside the store, thankfully not spilling onto the sidewalk yet but this was the morning.
After some time waiting for the line to move, you were able to squeeze in and get your order picked up.
"And there it is! Most certainly an interesting assortment but I trust she knows what she's doing, if nothing else for your sake young man.", you chuckled, ignorant to what she ordered and picked up a... crate.
After a slow trip back to the car hauling Chara's doomsday prep, you set it in the trunk and drove off.
Once you got home, you knocked on the door and got let in to set it down.
You attempted to help open the box before she boops your nose, "No partner, I'll manage inventory. You go and play something, this'll be for later."
After kissing Chara on the cheek, you went to the computer and got something to do for a couple of hours whilst glass was being marked and moved.
Kind of afraid what Chara had in store, surely you're not about to find out what you look like when all of your holes are filled.
The potions have led to creations you wished you didn't learn.
Eventually she joined on the couch with a controller on hand so you both could enjoy the day as expected.
Which was mostly lazy indulgence, enjoying the fruits of plundering chocolate sales days prior whilst playing a classic together.
"Got sucked in a double swipe down here, appreciate a revive", and it seems World at War wasn't intending on giving peace, especially on Nacht as you both decided to go through a truly classic romp.
"Be there when the horde's cleared." you said, Thompson in hand, in wave 16. This might be the end as Chara had the Flamethrower and you were practically shooting marshmallows.
Chara was going orange so you decided to try and risk making crawlers to get enough time to get her up without quick revive.
2 grenades later and you got crawlers so you bolted, little did you know that the zombies weren't done spawning so just as you were about to revive Chara, your screen turned red and you were dead.
You could feel Chara's disappointment emanating the room as the game over laughs at you directly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder, "Congrats on dying to the crawlers you made".
And as you both went back to the lobby, you got Verruckt selected and prepared to start it before feeling a finger tapping your shoulder.
"Hm..."
"Alright Chara?"
Her face was in deep thought as her nail kept tapping your shoulder, then she finished thinking about something and kissed your cheek, "I'm good, let's get a good game on Verruckt"
You nodded and pressed the start button.
...
Having perks, traps, and the cocaine smuggled into the zombies in Verruckt is making it faster paced. Though you can tell Chara is getting annoyed with World at War's age.
The little humphs as she gets through a hoard or downs with little difference into how much she was getting hit.

Context: In WaW Verruckt, instead of increasing your max HP, Juggernog just supercharges your health regen instead.

Thankfully Quick Revive and traps made it where getting each other up wasn't that bad despite several close calls in this asylum.
Within a few close calls, trap hits, and emptied ray guns and PPSH41s, you both hit a respectable round 20 and she decided to call it quits.
You felt tender lips on your cheek as you both downed, "Thanks for picking up today's order, let's get to enjoying it, shall we?"
As she got up, you went to follow her but she pointed you towards the bedroom.
"Light's off as well"
You shook your head and did as ordered, the room wasn't complete pitch black due to the door to the outside world still being open, leaving ambient light to shine on in.
As the couple of minutes felt like hours, your imagination went to naughty, sometimes scary, places. What machination was to be set afoot? You couldn't wait and needed something to wrap your arms around.
The door would close, the now-complete darkness bringing you back to reality and away from the pillow you were hugging and drooling on.
You looked over to see the silhouette of a witch deign this room. The main source of light being from Chara as her eyes were as magical as always.
The first thing you noticed was the cues it seemed to take from her goat mom, though you never cared to notice if it hugged on Toriel as it does on Chara.
Nothing extravagant but has colors in all the right ways: A plain black base for the robe and skirt with red highlights/inlays to give it that occult tinge, the most distinct part being the corrupted Deltarune on the chest area. A lone triangle amidst a great angel with 12 wings instead of the typical 10. All topped off with a black pointy hat that enhanced the effect her eyes had on second inspection.
And like any good witch, she brought tools for a ritual even if hers were obscured in a big bag.
"Lay on the bed and close your eyes, for the ritual to bring forth they who'll vanquish the son of god is at hand!", you did as ordered, not thinking about anything else but of her law.
You felt her arms tackle your arms, stretching them to the opposite ends of the bed.
Click. Click. And strapped to the bed post they were.
Then she lifted your shirt above your nose to cover your eyes before finalizing it with a blindfold.
There goes your sight, so black that not even Chara's light would reach.
And lastly, you opened your mouth preparing for whatever she was about to pour.
Only for nothing to ever land there, "Now hold on my apprentice, more must be prepared for the incantation at hand."
You felt your zippers undone as you were as about as undressed as you could be, the chill AC blowing on your bare body save for your head.
And then came the nails, dancing on your skin, tingling your senses as she placed a hex on your mind.
Your trains of thought would never be straight, always fraying as it was consumed by the flames of her warpath on your body.
Pop.
And the smoldering flames erupted to an inferno that demanded a sound to escape your mouth.
She seems to enjoy that sound as you felt more suction on your nipples, more elicitations of debauchery to echo in the room as your breathing turned into panting.
But it seems she wishes to strike with lightning as something wet danced on your left nipple while a hand started twisting the other.
Eons passed in minutes as she let you throb against the wind, brushing her leg on occasion but ignored without exception, howling against the air as she sopped on your sensitive flesh.
You could feel the symbol she was etching with her tongue on your body for the wind would highlight it with an even greater chill.
But then it stopped. All that remained was an agonizing silence, a premonition that the next step is in order, so why did it stop now?
Your vain shaking would soon get the attention of the witch, "Be Still", leaving true silence to echo as your body and mind was as still as a painted ocean.
"The ritual is far from over, there's still much more to be done but it must be done according to Hellish specifications."
You shook your head as her words sank their fangs deep into your mind.
And lo before you, the next step wouldn't ingratiate you by the weight of flesh sitting close to your face, but by the smell blessing your nose and a single word.
"Eat."
You set your tongue to work, first taking your time to scan the perimeters inside her sweetest core, savoring it.
Then began the light flicks, testing where amidst the cave of your dark goddess lied the true treasures.
Chara seemed to enjoy it as you felt a hand grasp the back of your head, shoving you deeper and grinding on you. Her pussy brushing up your nose and drowning your senses even more in her loving, smothering embrace.
It took all the will you had to not go wild, to not let loose and aimlessly tongue-fuck every inch, but you could feel that wouldn't be enough for her machinations.
She always demanded precision in her orders, this would be no different.
Eventually you'd hit bulls-eye when her tender hand became a claw that shoved you as deep in her as your neck would allow.
But the bigger calling card was the purest love that left her mouth. A mix between a sigh and a chuckle, but drowned in the desire for more.
And so you tended to that spot with love and care, priming it as the little sounds escaped her lips and then attacked it full force.
Your maiden's voice become more feral, lecherous, booming in ecstasy as she went in to get closer to your mouth, fully sitting on your face and barely letting your nose breath.
But it was perfect, you both would stand in perfect, hungry rhythm until her thighs surrounded your head to cease movement as her entire body shivered in a moment of bliss.
Your mouth wasn't ready for her orgasm to splash you, as she lifted herself off, both of you panting, she gave you more commands.
"Lick it up and swallow", you stretched your tongue to cover as much as you could, her mess being an aphrodisiac to whatever was and wasn't left of your mind.
Your dick throbbed, a light leak at your tip that spiked in the cool air but you didn't care, the blessings you were hearing, tasting, and smelling left you with one thought: More
"Good partner, now do it again but make sure to swallow this too, it's integral for the next steps"
You weren't sure what 'this' was but before you could ask, she sat on your face, demanding a second serving of love.
And you wouldn't disappoint, but what you didn't expect was the second liquid coming from high. It was a weird contrast to her less fruity juices, having the aftertaste of Cherry. Still sweet but mixed for a heavier texture than her ambrosia.
But any hesitation in swallowing was overcome as Chara's thighs kept you in place and her moans somehow got louder despite the muffling.
As you tended to Chara's pleasure, finding new spots to ravish in attention. You noticed you felt extremely cold and moist, even if the activity was supposed to make you hot alongside your mind being scorched earth.
You heard something placed on the drawer earlier as a hand unveiled your shirt and blindfold, "You may open your eyes in wonder".
You did and a more beautiful sight you couldn't comprehend.
Chara was as free as the morning star, nothing to hide or be ashamed of. A hand groped a boob while pouring a bottle down her midriff, its red river leading to your mouth.
"Now I didn't say to stop, right?", you went back into action, letting everything about the night etch into your mind, marked onto your very soul like every other embrace.
In time you'd notice that you felt even more in a flash sweat such that even your tongue was cold, needing Chara's pussy not only for her pleasure but for your warmth.
It seems whatever she poured gave you more flexibility on your tongue, making shapes and touching multiple areas that you couldn't before. All for the sake of unending escalation, all to satiate that urge of "More", more Chara, more pleasure, more warmth, more, more, more.
And Chara was in rhythm, slamming herself harder as she nearly drowned you in both her pussy and whatever she was pouring, you becoming more gelatinous, malleable.
After an ear-piercing moan and Chara's thighs turning your head into a cube, you felt Chara relax. Still.
You put your tongue back in before she shivered and placed her hand on your face to keep you at bay, "No, wait."
So you sat as still with her, beginning to collect yourself and seeing that you were sort of glowing, not innately but better refracted what little light there was.
"Am I a slime-boy?", you felt Chara get off, laying her bosom on your chest as she wanted to get face to face.
"My slime-boy, now give me that tongue.", she twisted a chunk of your flesh that included your nipple, causing you to gasp to give her the entrance she craved.
You were barely coming back to reality and in no position to react to her method of attack or how much she'd get into it.
"You taste so good let me eat more of you!", no more was she simply licking you dry, she went to biting. First tasting your tongue, her teeth leaving its mark alongside your tongue before going onto your neck.
Can confirm despite the seemingly complete jello-ification, your nervous systems only got heightened as your mind blue-screened as she went to your neck.
Normally she'd just nibble the neck and let you moan, loving how much her marks turn you on. Now? She's evolved from intense nibbling to light chomping and with a hand shoved down your throat to keep your tongue still.
It hurts so good, places of the neck she normally ignores completely free game as she satiates her hunger. It was getting so much you yelped and thrust to the air, uncaring what was in the way.
For what its worth, it was only a leg, Chara's leg. And that rubbing sensation nearly got you to cum immediately, throbbing in a need to be devoured. For to go from metaphorically eating you, to literally doing it.
How would you heal the day after? Not for you to know or care right now. "Are you ready?"
You shook your head on instinct, agreeing with whatever it is she said.
She learned onto your head, making sure to cup your ear real close, "Okay partner, let's damn our souls together."
You thrust and shook your head like a mad man, this time touching nothing on both ends. "Okay, okay. Now give me a moment to get the final ingredient"
She left, the cruelty.
But you patiently waited as well as you could, only fidgeting in every direction. Just because there was light preparations for the step to come doesn't mean you ready for it.
After a thousand eons of fumbling, you'd hear your dark queen return. "Be still and give me your mouth"
And you made yourself as still as the dead with mouth ajar.
"Good partner, now just focus on swallowing, okay?", she tenderly graced your head with her hand as she shut your mouth with some kind of device.
It seems to be a mask with tubes connected to something, force-feeding you liquid and it was something sublime. The cherry you're familiar with from before, but then a hint of dark chocolate, you began swallowing and looked back to Chara to see a small brown drop from where her boobs should've been. All this time her hand never leaving your face.
"Enjoying it?", you affirmed the heaven you were in as you felt her hand fade away to a different place, the last thing you saw was a smile beneath the glow of her eyes as they grew in distance.
And you'd soon learn what she was planning as a jolt was sent through your very form as her hand touched your still throbbing dick. "Now, just focus on swallowing. I can last until the end even if you won't".
While the growling in the last phrase should've caused you fear, you were too busy aching in the paradise of Hell's night to care.
You felt her hand slip from the jiggling tip to the base before she lowered herself down. Teasing you with her heat, her concoction that much sweeter.
And in one fell swoop the teasing was over, she slammed herself on your dick and the cold became erupting lava for a moment, only cooling ever so slightly as Chara stopped moving, acclimating to the new form your dick is taking inside her.
You couldn't tell if it was hard, or what hard would mean when melting inside the core of the Earth. Or if this was a sign she was feeling good, but all potential questions would have a simple answer as she started moving and slammed on your gelatinous form.
Unceasing, uncaring, you felt her lean down, looking at your nipples, at your neck. And started biting into it while gaining speed.
Maybe you came, maybe you didn't, all you knew is that everything felt amazing, the pain, the new slime taking its place so she could bite it off again, the drink she's feeding you, being inside her. It was too much for you to be considered cognitive, you brain was just a collection of neurons firing amidst a thousand sensations and not wanting a single one to stop.
After Chara had a brief reprieve for some reason, she lunged into your chest, grabbing your soul alongside some jello. In a night of perpetual one-upmanship, you'd figure that there'd be an end but it seems Chara had it planned you wouldn't be conscious to that ceiling.
This brief moment of the soul glowing in her hands painted the last scene you'd recall this night.
You, a red slime of a human with deep scratch marks, bare before her and the world. A mind drowned by her love and stained by her lust. Chara herself was a modern avatar of Venus, her hair a mess, her skin soaked in various juices between cum, sweat, slime, and chocolate breast milk leaking over everywhere. Together in a void where nothing else existed.
As she shoved it in her mouth, sucking off your residue, you began losing consciousness. One of her many hands began descending your soul down to her beautiful pussy and as she shoved it in, you felt one last moment of absolute nirvana, a high that only a living, loving divine could bring.
But sadly that love came to a cost, as you lost all sight and could only focus on doing the last thing she told you to do: Swallow.
You slept to a wonderful dream of nestling on her bosom, wrapped in each other's arms, interlocked in each other completely.
And in that position, you both kissed each other 9 times, and after each kiss the lines on your faces would deepen while a new shadow would loom over, offering a blanket to cover you two.