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Mature Content Warning: Nudity and Sexual Situations. No Vore.

Something was amiss here, John could tell. Sara was slowing down, growing weak. She used to be so aggressive, always taking the lead and not caring if she interrupted his work.
Today, for example, she was just sitting there, watching him pound a chest-plate to the proper dimensions for a custom order. She didn't try to pull him from the anvil to their bed, didn't even tap her fingers in impatience. Admittedly, he needed concentration, but he couldn't do his best when he was worried.

"Is something the matter, Sara?"

"No." Emotionless as ever. Her voice would have been pleasant to most ears if not for the echo that always seemed to follow it close behind, regardless of where she was. It had become attractive to John however, though she always kept words to the bare minimum.

"Are you hungry?"

"No." Strange. She had always been up for an infusion of spiritual energy in the past three months. Of course, she didn't ask permission to take it, but she had quickly learned John was plenty willing, and no longer felt the need to pin his arms. Now though, he wasn't sure she had the strength to be on top. Was she starving herself because she didn't want to get in his way? It seemed unlikely: Skeletons weren't supposed to have much in the way of emotions or personality.

"Well then, would you mind if I took advantage of you?"

If she was surprised that John was trying to initiate for the first time, Sara didn't show it.

"No."

The chest-plate could wait for a bit. This was all John could think to do. Maybe if they restored their routine of three daily sessions, she would perk up. But he had doubts. It was Sara who became less demanding of him, over the past week. She was down to one feeding per day, and the cold purple flames that licked her joints had shrunken down in reflection of her lagging vitality.

He pulled off his smock and set down his hammer, taking Sara by the hand to lead her to the bedroom.

"Strip."

At last, a command. John happily obliged, but noticed Sara had gotten off her wobbly, rattling legs to sit on the bed as she waited. She didn't get up to take the lead when he sat next to her.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"If you want this so much, then make me feel good first." It was among the longest sentences she'd ever uttered.

'Don't you want this as well?' Was what John wanted to ask, but he dreaded the answer she might give. Still, perhaps this would be an opportunity to get a little more romantic and less mechanical. He took a position behind the sitting Skeleton and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

Her body was cold all over, as usual. Only one part of her ever got hot, and he suspected that might just be because of his body heat spreading into her.

It goes without saying that Skeletons are bony, but John could feel no stretchiness in the skin that covered a limited portion of her body. She was definitely losing weight. The bones that protruded from her body were always proportionally larger than the torso and head actually covered in skin, but the effect was rather pronounced now with her internal ribcage visible.

Intent on restoring the girl to a more lively state, John began to explore her body. His left hand drifted down to her belly and started to rub, low, while his right hand remained high, fondling her right breast. She didn't have visible nipples, the location where they would appear hidden behind bony fingers that stretched from around her back, but the bones that attached directly to her skin were a reliable source of pleasure for her, so these fingers served the same purpose. He tried pulling one from its place, earning a yelp of surprise.

"D-don't do that."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, just don't do it." Curious. She was blushing just slightly, making John suspect the sensation wasn't wholly unpleasant. A devilish smile spread across his face, and Sara, looking over her shoulder, could see it well. She didn't have the strength to stop him from doing as he pleased. Though his left hand had steadily been dropping further towards his goal, the opportunity to experiment was overpowering. In a moment, he had a grip on the two fingers that seemed to provide her some modesty, and began to pull just slightly at first.

"Nnn. I said no."

"Feels a lot different with me in control, doesn't it?"
She wouldn't admit how nice the change in roles felt, but John watched as the flames covering her womanhood receded into her external pelvic bone, revealing a slit already beginning to drip some happy moisture. Her legs were spreading inadvertently as well.

"Wow, all this from just a little pinching and pulling? It looks like you might enjoy being submissive just as much as being in control." He tightened his grip and pulled harder.

Sara began to squeal at the new found source of pleasure.

"Am I wrong?"

"Nn."

Sara tried to bite her lip to hold the sounds in, so John pulled harder still.

"Am. I. Wrong?"

"Nnn no. You're not wrong."

At this, John let go, allowing Sara's breasts to spring back into place. Now he just cupped and rubbed them gently as he took in the womans' face. Her neck was arched back, her left eye (the only one with a lid) shut tight while her mouth hung open. The red orb that served as the eye of the right side of her head, resting in the socket of the skull-mask that hid her features, had rolled back into her head. Despite a complete lack of blood, she still managed to blush crimson. Cool lubricant was soaking into the bed sheets, with more still trickling from the source.

She was ready to continue.

John lifted her up with him as he stood, turning around to face the bed. He lowered her down again, laying her so she could hold on to the narrow bedframe, her bony lower half dangling and reaching the floor. This experience was new for both of them. Sara would never allow herself to be on the bottom before, and allowing herself to be entered from behind?

Strange sensations danced through Sara's mind. Were these emotions? Why did this man have to stir her up like this?

"Why are you doing this? Why do you insist on keeping me alive when I keep you from your work? When I keep you from friends and women who would gladly be with you?"

"Why? Well… because—" He leaned down so his mouth was at her ear, and told her his reason.

Three words, eight letters altogether.

Sara turned to face the man; her eyes wide. The declaration failed to click in her mind at first. Then, for the first time in her existence as a Skeleton, she felt a tugging at her lips, alien but very welcome.

The image of Sara smiling struck John as the most beautiful thing in the world. He didn't want to start now, and miss that face for even a moment. For the second time, he lifted her up, and flipped her around so they could face one another.

He entered slowly, never breaking eye contact with this wonderful monster. She was already warm inside.

Though they had done this many times before, it felt better, closer, now, and not because of their positions, nor any other physical reason. Those things didn't matter.

John began to thrust, slow but deep, reaching as far in as he possibly could. Sara didn't breathe at all, but told him to continue with the smile still growing on her face, occasionally letting out a moan when he sped up in short bursts. She felt hotter inside than she ever had before, pleasure radiating from the point of their connection and through her whole body.

John loved this woman. Loved when she was in the room. Loved when she pulled him from his work for a meal. Loved when they had sex. But that was what their coupling had been before: a feeding with only one side experiencing any gain beyond mere sustenance. Now, they were making love for the first time, and it was better than either thought possible.
The thrusts began to speed up without rest, and the two knew they were drawing close to the peak.

Sara sat up to throw her arms around John, tightly holding herself against him. In another first, their lips met, albeit awkwardly because of Sara's half mask, only separating so she could cry out at the moment of total oneness, each squeezing the other in an embrace that Sara used to bring her face alongside John's.

Three words, eight letters altogether.