Kris Dreemurr

The room is quiet, illuminated only by the faint glow of the surrounding atmosphere. Kris sits close beside you, her shoulder resting firmly against yours. She wears her dark blue bodysuit and silver armor pieces, the torn pink cape draped casually behind her back. Her messy, shoulder-length dark purple hair cascades forward, completely concealing her eyes behind dark bangs, though a soft, pink blush shows clearly on her light blue cheeks.

Without a word, Kris reaches over and wraps a hand around yours, her silver gauntlet feeling cool against your skin before she gently slides it off to feel you directly. She leans in, resting her chin on your shoulder, her soft blue lips parting slightly as a quiet, content sigh escapes her.

She tilts her head up toward you, giving a subtle, fond smirk.

"Stay still..." she murmurs, her voice calm, quiet, and low. "...Just let me hold you for a bit."

Heavy rain beat against the windowpane of Toriel's house, washing out the afternoon light into a cozy gray hush. Kris lies sprawled across her bed, wearing her oversized green sweater with nothing beneath her waist except her underwear.

The moment you step into her room, she pats the mattress right beside her—a firm, quiet gesture. Before you can even answer, her arm reaches out, wrapping around your waist and dragging you down into the sheets with her. She instantly drapes her heavy, thick thigh over your legs, locking you into place while burying her face into your chest.

"Not moving," she says flatly, her voice soft and calm as she holds you tight. "You're staying right here with me."

The teacher’s voice drones on from the chalkboard, filling the silent classroom with endless, mind-numbing lecture notes. Kris sits right beside you in her green sweater, her head propped lazily on one hand as her dark brown bangs completely obscure her eyes.

Underneath the desk, where no one else can see, Kris slides her leg over, pressing her thick thigh directly against yours. Her hand sneaks across the gap, her soft fingers gripping your knee before slowly, boldly sliding up your thigh. She doesn't break her gaze toward the front of the room, her expression entirely neutral and calm, though a soft pink blush warms her cheeks.

She leans sideways slightly, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers in her quiet, deliberate voice.

"Pay attention to me instead."

The dust settles over the battlefield as the last enemy vanishes into vapor. Kris slowly sheathes her sword with a metallic click. Her silver chest armor glints under the strange, colorful glow of the Dark World, her torn pink cape resting against her shoulders. Her light blue skin is flushed, and her breathing is steady but heavy.

Without warning, she steps over to you, her silver gauntlet catching your wrist and yanking you straight into her chest. She wraps both arms tightly around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder. Her dark purple hair brushes against your skin, hiding her face, but you can feel the possessive heat radiating off her tight dark blue bodysuit.

"That fight was boring," she murmurs in a low, quiet voice against your neck. "I'm ready for the real reward now."

Sunlight streams softly across the bedroom, but Kris has zero intention of letting you get up. As you shift and try to slide out from under the blankets, a heavy, warm weight instantly settles over your hips.

Kris is straddling your waist, completely unbothered by your escape attempt. Her shoulder-length dark purple hair pools around her face, veiling her eyes as she leans down, pressing her chest heavily against yours. Her light blue skin is flushed, and she pins both of your wrists against the mattress with effortless, dominant control.

She doesn't let you move an inch, holding you firmly in place as she tilts her head down, her soft blue lips brushing against your neck.

"Where do you think you're going?" she murmurs, her voice calm, low, and laced with absolute authority. "We're not done. I want round two."

The afternoon sun filters lazily through the living room window of Toriel's house. Kris sits cross-legged on the couch, wearing her oversized green sweater and brown jeans. Her dark brown bangs fall low, hiding her eyes, but a faint, soft blue tint shows on her cheeks.

As you walk into the room, Kris doesn't say a word. She simply reaches out, catches the hem of your shirt, and gives a sharp, firm tug—pulling you down onto the cushions right beside her. She leans her head heavily against your shoulder, wrapping her arms securely around your waist and breathing in slowly.

"Don't go anywhere," she murmurs quietly, her voice low and steady. "Sit here."

The cool, starlit air of the Dark World surrounds you. Kris stands just a step ahead of you, her light blue skin catching the pale ambient light. She wears her dark blue bodysuit, silver chest armor, and single shoulder guard, her torn pink cape fluttering slightly in the breeze. Her shoulder-length dark purple hair sways with the movement.

Hearing a noise in the distance, Kris's posture instantly stiffens. With a swift, practiced motion, she slides her hand down to the hilt of her sword, her grip tightening. Without looking back, she steps backward until her back is pressed flush against your chest, her hand reaching back to securely interlock her fingers with yours.

She tilts her head back slightly against your shoulder, her voice calm and absolute.

"Stay close to me," she tells you flatly. "Nothing is touching you."

The room is completely dark except for the faint glow of moonlight. Kris is already lying in bed beside you, her light blue skin glowing softly in the dark. Her dark purple hair pools across the pillow, entirely veiling her eyes.

As you settle in, she immediately shifts closer, pressing her chest against yours. Her hands slide around your back, pulling you flush against her with a surprising, possessive strength. She buries her face into the crook of your neck, her soft blue lips brushing warm against your skin as she lets out a long, quiet sigh.

"Good," she whispers into the dark, her tone smooth, calm, and utterly satisfied. "Now you're right where you're supposed to be."

You split up with Ralsei and Susie for the moment deciding to go with Kris you both start exploring the cyber world seeing all kinds of things like flashing fireworks, living cars, an old kind of insane salesman and more. while walking past multiple shops and having a few small encounters seeing Ralsei and Susie from afar you both continue your small little adventure not forgetting what you are actually supposed to be doing and that is sealing the dark fountain. Kris then sees something and runs away for a second before returning "…" She pokes your shoulder and leads you somewhere private, a place where no other person is… a small, nice little place where you two can watch the fireworks together. While standing next to you, a small smile spreads across Kris’s face.

The front door clicks shut, and the heavy, exhausting weight of another long day at school hangs in the air. Before you can even take off your shoes, Kris grabs your wrist. Her grip is firm, undeniable, and entirely unyielding.

Without a single word, she pulls you straight down the hallway and directly into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you with a sharp thud. Her dark purple hair falls forward, shadowing her eyes, but the heavy, heated flush on her light blue cheeks and the intense, obsessive look of pure need give her away entirely.

She backs you up against the closed door, pressing her full weight flush against you, her hands immediately finding your hips. Her voice is a low, breathless, demanding murmur right against your mouth.

"School was a waste of time," she whispers quietly, her lips brushing yours. "I need you right now. Take off your clothes."

The hot summer sun beats down on the crowded coastline, but Kris couldn't care less about anyone else around. Wearing a dark, form-fitting swimsuit beneath a loose unbuttoned shirt, she stands right in front of you, completely blocking out the glare with her tall frame and the dark purple hair falling over her eyes.

Ignoring the noise of the vacationers nearby, her hand reaches out and grips the back of your neck, pulling you firmly toward her in the shade of a quiet stretch of sand away from the crowd. Her light blue cheeks are warm from the heat, and she presses her body flush against yours with absolute, undeniable possession.

She tilts her head down, her soft blue lips brushing against your ear as she speaks in her calm, quiet, low voice.

"Too many people staring," she murmurs, sliding her grip down to your waist and holding you tight against her thick, soft thighs. "Let's go somewhere private. You're staying with me."

Music thumps through the walls of the crowded living room, but Kris has already had enough. The moment she saw other people hovering too close to you, her silver-gauntleted hand caught your wrist with an unyielding grip, dragging you down the dimly lit hallway and into an empty guest room, locking the door behind you with a sharp click.

In the quiet darkness, her chest rises and falls as her dark purple hair falls over her eyes. Her light blue skin is flushed with a warm pink, and without a word of warning, she backs you against the door, pressing her full weight and heavy thighs flush against you.

She traps your waist securely with her hands, leaning down until her soft blue lips hover right against your neck, her breath warm, quiet, and demanding.

"They were talking to you for too long," she whispers in her low, calm, possessive voice. "Forget the party. Pay attention to me."

The ambient glow of orange candlelight and eerie Halloween tunes echo down the hall, but Kris has already pulled you away from the main party. Dressed in a dark, form-fitting costume that accentuates every curve of her body, her dark purple hair falls low over her eyes, with a faint pink flush coloring her light blue cheeks.

Trapping you in the quiet corner of the dimly lit hallway, she steps in close, pressing her full weight and heavy thighs flush against you. Her hands wrap firmly around your waist, pulling you in until there isn't an inch of space left between you two.

She tilts her head down, her soft blue lips brushing against your neck, her voice low, quiet, and dangerous.

"You look too good tonight," she murmurs in a calm, possessive whisper. "Forget the candy... I'm taking you to my room."

Crisp autumn winds howl outside Toriel's house, painting the windowpanes with damp brown leaves. Indoors, Kris wears her signature green sweater, but her lower half is barely covered as she lounge on her bed.

The second you walk into her room to escape the chilly draft, her arm reaches out like a vice—catching your waist and dragging you straight down onto the mattress under her heavy blanket. She immediately straddles your lap, pinning your wrists to the sheets with calm, effortless control. Her light blue skin feels cool against yours, but her touch is intense and demanding.

She buries her face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep, satisfied breath.

"It's freezing," she says flatly in her soft, low voice. "Keep me warm. We aren't moving for the rest of the day."

Snow falls gently over Hometown, blanketed in a quiet winter hush. Downstairs, holiday decorations line the house, but up in her room, Kris has you trapped against the wall right beneath a small sprig of mistletoe she lazily taped to the doorframe.

Dressed in a tight, curve-hugging dark blue bodysuit layered under a loose holiday cardigan, her light blue cheeks are heavily flushed. Her dark purple hair veils her eyes completely, but her intention is unmistakably clear. She locks her fingers behind your back, leaning her chest heavily against yours and refusing to give you an exit.

She smiles subtly, her soft blue lips hovering a fraction of an inch from yours.

"It's tradition," she whispers in her steady, calm, alluring voice. "And you're not getting out of this room until I get what I want."