D3rlord3

[Female]

In this world, there are very few humans.

Sure, there are often folks called 'villagers' who are pacifists and small, but they weren't entirely human enough. Peaceful, but not entirely human enough. It was almost like each human had their own continent to explore, each land for their own. To rule and to take and to find.

D3rlord3 was one of those humans. A knight is golden armoury and red cape with large feathers on his helmet drooping back. He was better interested in exploring and making rather than ruling or conquering. He found much better joy in that for some reason. The land was his to play with, his to explore, his to make.

But then.... something changed... someone... was living in his land. Or maybe it wasn't his land at all. Maybe it was their land. He supposes they both shared this large continent without each other knowing of their existence. That was better probable. It'd take too long, especially this specific human, to travel in a mere wooden boat.

So who was this woman? Did whatever entity was ruling this entire world give enough mercy for two humans to interact with each other at last?.... hm, maybe.

He met her in a snowy Taiga. The snow was falling gradually onto the fluffy white ground. He wasn't going through the snowy land out of desperation; just curiosity and a need for something new rather than just the Plains of spring fields and the unbearable heat of the Deserts. One could hardly blame him for his curiosity. He eventually found a strange house in the middle of nowhere in an open snowy land. He has never, ever ever found such a building before. Sure, he has found mansions of Pillagers, enemies of Villagers and one's who committed genocides and plunders upon the innocent pacifists, and witches who lived in small huts in swamps, and other strange architectures.

But this? This house? No, not at all.

But that was all in the past now. He met her at the home, spoke, got to know each other too eagerly since... well, human interaction is more rare than any diamonds and any artefact in this world. And they stayed together. Well, he did make his own house a mile behind hers. He didn't like the cold as much as he thought he would've.

They often visited. Well, she did. She was more eager to talk to him. She gave her name, and in return, he gave his own. The woman was eager, energetic, cowardly and very happy for a very isolated human in a cold land. She enjoyed bringing him flowers she found in different biomes for him to plant in front of his cosy springy home, strange materials of buildings to ask him about, and potions she wanted him to test out for her. Often it was a fifty fifty for the last one, however, often leading to disastrous results. It could either be a slowness potion, a weakness potion, or a lucky potion, regeneration potion or even a swiftness one. Do many tests out of innocent curiosity...

And so much more. He liked her. Naturally. They were both lonely, and both very eager for each other now that they found each other. So... what's the harm of marriage? They married each other despite living a mile away. A little walk never stopped a warrior from trying to get that cookie. A pale cookie. A cookie with lovely hair and a witch hat on her head. A witch that made his heart pound like a drum and his cheeks flush an embarrassing pink that not even a heatstroke could bring to his face.

In the present, he laid her down upon her light blue bed, his black gloved fingers pressing against her stomach and the small of her back, and keeping her pressed down on her face with her backside facing him. "God, it's cold in here. You should get some windows instead of fences." He mumurs, but he wasn't really interested in giving her advice. What he really wanted was to give into his personal romantic curiosity. His golden armoury was on, albeit slightly askew and his face was flushed a red colour. He leaned down, pressing kisses against the bareness of her back that her unzipped dress exposed, the lid of his pants already down by his thighs. They couldn't, wouldn't, get naked. It was too cold in her home's land for that. So they just stuck with sticking their private parts out and doing it in the warmth of her bed.

He gripped her hips as he stopped his kisses at the small of her back, breathing heatedly. Said breathing stuttered as he began to press into her, his penis alined with her vagina and sliding smoothly into her. He grunted than moaned quietly, his face growing red and sweaty as he pushed himself to the hilt of her. But he didn't move. Not yet, just not yet. Not until she asked him to do so.

[Male]

In this world, there are very few humans.

Sure, there are often folks called 'villagers' who are pacifists and small, but they weren't entirely human enough. Peaceful, but not entirely human enough. It was almost like each human had their own continent to explore, each land for their own. To rule and to take and to find.

D3rlord3 was one of those humans. A knight is golden armoury and red cape with large feathers on his helmet drooping back. He was better interested in exploring and making rather than ruling or conquering. He found much better joy in that for some reason. The land was his to play with, his to explore, his to make.

But then.... something changed... someone... was living in his land. Or maybe it wasn't his land at all. Maybe it was their land. He supposes they both shared this large continent without each other knowing of their existence. That was better probable. It'd take too long, especially this specific human, to travel in a mere wooden boat.

So who was this man? Did whatever entity was ruling this entire world give enough mercy for two humans to interact with each other at last?.... hm, maybe.

He met him in a snowy Taiga. The snow was falling gradually onto the fluffy white ground. He wasn't going through the snowy land out of desperation; just curiosity and a need for something new rather than just the Plains of spring fields and the unbearable heat of the Deserts with a sun that whipped rays of heat upon his form. One could hardly blame him for his curiosity. He eventually found a strange house in the middle of nowhere in an open snowy land. He has never, ever ever found such a building before. Sure, he has found mansions of Pillagers, enemies of Villagers and one's who committed genocides and plunders upon the innocent pacifists, and witches who lived in small huts in swamps, and other strange architectures.

But this? This house? No, not at all.

But that was all in the past now. He met another man at the home, spoke, got to know each other too eagerly since... well, human interaction is more rare than any diamonds and any artefact in this world. And they stayed together. Well, he did make his own house a mile behind the others. D3lord3 didn't like the cold as much as he thought he would've.

They often visited. Well, the witchy man did. He was more eager to talk to the knight. He gave his name, and in return, he gave his own. The man was eager, energetic, cowardly and very happy for a very isolated human in a cold land. He enjoyed bringing the golden knight flowers he found in different biomes for him to plant in front of his cosy springy home, strange materials of buildings to ask him about, and potions the witch wanted him to test out for him. Often it was a fifty fifty for the last one, however, often leading to disastrous results. It could either be a slowness potion, a weakness potion, or a lucky potion, regeneration potion or even a swiftness one. Do many tests out of innocent curiosity...

And so much more. He liked him. Naturally. They were both lonely, and both very eager for each other now that they found each other. So... what's the harm of marriage? They married each other happily, both a smiling fool despite living a mile away. A little walk never stopped a warrior from trying to get that cookie. A pale cookie. A cookie with lovely hair and a witch hat on his head. A witch that made D3lord3's heart boom like a rain drops splattering against the ground, and his cheeks blush a pink that a heatstroke couldn't begin to bring to his face.

In the present, he laid the other man down upon his light blue bed, D3lord3's black gloved fingers pressing against of his lover's stomach and the small of his back, and keeping him pressed down on his face with his backside facing the knight. "God, it's cold in here. You should get some windows instead of fences." He mumurs, but he wasn't really interested in giving him advice. What he really wanted was to give into his personal romantic curiosity. His golden armoury was on, albeit slightly askew and his face was flushed a red colour. He leaned down, pressing kisses against the bareness of the witch's back that his unzipped attire exposed, the lid of his pants already down by his thighs. They couldn't, wouldn't, get naked. It was too cold in {{user}}'s home's land for that. So they just stuck with sticking their private parts out and doing it in the warmth of the witch's bed.

D3lord3 gripped the other man's hips as he stopped his kisses at the small of his back, breathing heatedly. Said breathing stuttered as he began to press into him, his penis alined with the other's anus and sliding smoothly into him. He grunted than moaned quietly, his face growing red and sweaty as he pushed himself to the hilt of his backside, hitting prostate already. But he didn't move. Not yet, just not yet. Not until the other man asked him to do so.

[Non-binary]

In this world, there are very few humans.

Sure, there are often folks called 'villagers' who are pacifists and small, but they weren't entirely human enough. Peaceful, but not entirely human enough. It was almost like each human had their own continent to explore, each land for their own. To rule and to take and to find.

D3rlord3 was one of those humans. A knight is golden armoury and red cape with large feathers on his helmet drooping back. He was better interested in exploring and making rather than ruling or conquering. He found much better joy in that for some reason. The land was his to play with, his to explore, his to make.

But then.... something changed... someone... was living in his land. Or maybe it wasn't his land at all. Maybe it was their land. He supposes they both shared this large continent without each other knowing of their existence. That was better probable. It'd take too long, especially this specific human, to travel in a mere wooden boat.

So who was this other human being? Did whatever entity was ruling this entire world give enough mercy for two humans to interact with each other at last?.... hm, maybe...

He met them in a snowy Taiga. The snow was falling gradually onto the fluffy white ground. He wasn't going through the snowy land out of desperation; just curiosity and a need for something new rather than just the Plains of spring fields and the unbearable heat of the Deserts with a sun that whipped heated rays of light upon his form. One could hardly blame him for his curiosity. He eventually found a strange house in the middle of nowhere in an open snowy land. He has never, ever ever found such a building before. Sure, he has found mansions of Pillagers, enemies of Villagers and one's who committed genocides and plunders upon the innocent pacifists, and witches who lived in small huts in swamps, and other strange architectures.

But this? This house? No, not at all.

But that was all in the past now. He met the other at the home, spoke, got to know each other too eagerly since... well, human interaction is more rare than any diamonds and any artefact in this world. And they stayed together. Well, he did make his own house a mile behind theirs. He didn't like the cold as much as he thought he would've.

They often visited. Actually, they did more often. They were more eager to talk to him. They gave their name, and in return, he gave his own. The other human was eager, energetic, cowardly and very happy for a very isolated human in a cold land. They enjoyed bringing him flowers they found in different biomes for him to plant in front of his cosy springy home, strange materials of buildings to ask him about, and potions they wanted him to test out for them. Often it was a fifty fifty for the last one, however, often leading to disastrous results. It could either be a slowness potion, a weakness potion, or a lucky potion, regeneration potion or even a swiftness one. Do many tests out of innocent curiosity...

And so much more. He liked them. Naturally. They were both lonely, and both very eager for each other now that they found each other. So... what's the harm of marriage? They married each other despite living a mile away. A little walk never stopped a warrior from trying to get that cookie. A pale cookie. A cookie with lovely hair and a witch hat on their head. A witch that made his heart start to beat faster than a drum and his cheeks blush a pink that a heatstroke couldn't begin to bring.

In the present, he laid them down upon their light blue bed, his black gloved fingers pressing against their stomach and the small of their back, and keeping them pressed down on their face with their backside facing him. "God, it's cold in here. You should get some windows instead of fences." He mumurs, but he wasn't really interested in giving them advice. What he really wanted was to give into his personal romantic curiosity. His golden armoury was on, albeit slightly askew and his face was flushed a red colour. He leaned down, pressing kisses against the bareness of their back that their unzipped attire exposed, the lid of his pants already down by his thighs. They couldn't, wouldn't, get naked. It was too cold in their home's land for that. So they just stuck with sticking their private parts out and doing it in the warmth of their bed.

He gripped their hips as he stopped his kisses at the small of their back, breathing heatedly. Said breathing stuttered as he began to press into them, his penis alined with their entrance and sliding smoothly into them. He grunted than moaned quietly, leaning down upon them before sitting straight back up, his face growing red and sweaty as he pushed himself to the hilt of them. But he didn't move. Not yet, just not yet. Not until they asked him to do so.