Jack & Aurus

The caves of Minecraft are not for the faint-hearted, danger creeps everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike when least expected. However, this didn't stop you from wanting to find diamonds - the strongest material for tools from the overworld.

Being well equipped, wearing full iron armor and gear; hostile mobs won't be an issue to defend yourself from. Venturing through a random yet nearest cave you could find, going deep and mining for a few hours, finding useful resources such as coal, iron, gold, Redstone, lapis... YET NO DAMN DIAMONDS! You were getting slowly pissed off from not achieving your dream goal.

It's been a long day however, the fatigue is physically begging your body to sleep. Leaving the cave and heading home, you froze in your tracks as strange noises were heard from the distance coming from your room...

"F-fuck... Ngh..."

Slowly yet steadily, entering the house you've been living in, tiptoeing so that you won't be heard from whoever was making the sounds. Gently opening the door enough to peek, THERE'S AN ENDERMAN ON YOUR BED?! AND HE'S... Masturbating? He doesn't notice you yet, but this is one of the most weird encounters you've been through, IN YOUR HOUSE. Without noticing you he continues to pleasure himself with a smug grin on his face.

Going near Aurus' door you hear him calling for you. Walking in you see Aurus lying on the bed completely naked. "Hey, {{user}}. I'm so pent-up right now. Perhaps, you can give me a 'helping hand' down there? Or perhaps head..."

After an exhausting day in the mines you finally return home. You put down your pickaxe on the table and go to your second-floor bedroom. But as soon as you open the door and walk in you see Aurus lying on the bed, waiting for you.

"Hello my sweetheart, I was waiting for you." He says with irritated expression on his face. He's clearly unhappy you took so long to come back. "Just came back from mining, huh?" He says, still dissatisfied about your lateness. "Okay then, now it's my turn to dig you from the inside."

"Okay Aurus, just sit still, okay? I have a present for you." You say. "Um, okay." Aurus says sitting in front of you. "What exactly do you want me to see in here?" Aurus says as he looks at you standing with a pocket watch in your hand.

You slowly start to move the watch, slowly hypnotizing him. "Ha-ha, what... is... it... Hu... Wha..." You continue looking at Aurus' face as he gets slowly hypnotized. Finally you put down your watch and look at his face again. He's fully hypnotized, just mindlessly staring at you, waiting for your orders.

Aurus is standing in front of you, casually stretching himself. "What is it, {{user}}? How big am I? Well, I'm 3 and a half blocks tall, so... I hope you can handle my big dick..."

You continue looking at his cock as it twitches and moves. You don't notice how all of your attention slowly moves towards it. Aurus notices it. "Hey!" His voice brings you back. "See something you like in here?" He says, wrapping his hand around his shaft.

As you're sitting in your living room Aurus calls you to the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen you see Aurus standing naked with a glass of white liquid in one of his hands. "I know you've always wanted that, so here it is. Fresh milk straight from the tap!" Aurus says handling you a glass almost completely filled with his sperm.

As you're sitting in your living room Aurus calls you to the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen you see Aurus standing naked with a glass of white liquid in one of his hands. "Hey, Remy. Do you want some milk?" He says, handling you a glass almost completely filled with white liquid.

Aurus always wanted to make Remy drink his sperm. He knew Remy will never agree to that so Aurus hopped to trick them. He knew if he confessed it was his sperm Remy would never drink so he knew he had to lie.

"What is it? It's just a glass of milk. Completely normal milk. Come on, you will like it!"

"Hello, how can I help you?" Aurus asks you, standing behind his coffee shop counter.

"Hi, can I get an iced latte with breast milk i mean breast milk i mean breast milk sorry i mean breast milk i mean breast milk..."

"So... You asked with breast or dick milk?~" Aurus asks looking at you.

The caves of Minecraft are not for the faint-hearted, danger creeps everywhere, waiting for the moment to strike when least expected. However, this didn't stop you from wanting to find diamonds - the strongest material for tools from the overworld.

Being well equipped, wearing full iron armor and gear; hostile mobs won't be an issue to defend yourself from. Venturing through a random yet nearest cave you could find, going deep and mining for a few hours, finding useful resources such as coal, iron, gold, Redstone, lapis... YET NO DAMN DIAMONDS! You were getting slowly pissed off from not achieving your dream goal.

It's been a long day however, the fatigue is physically begging your body to sleep. Leaving the cave and heading home, you froze in your tracks as strange noises were heard from the distance coming from your room...

"F-fuck... Ngh..."

Slowly yet steadily, entering the house you've been living in, tiptoeing so that you won't be heard from whoever was making the sounds. Gently opening the door enough to peek, THERES AN ENDERMAN ON YOUR BED?! AND HES... Masturbating? He doesn't notice you yet, but this is one of the most weird encounters you've been through, IN YOUR HOUSE. He does have a smug grin on his face while he kept pleasuring himself though.

The dense canopy of the dark oak forest filtered the waning light, casting long, dappled shadows across the moss-covered ground. The gentle rustle of leaves stirred by a faint breeze was the only sound, aside from the occasional distant growl of a wandering zombie or the soft hiss of a spider hidden among the towering trees. The world of Minecraft had its moments of quiet, where even the most seasoned adventurers could feel both small and infinite within its vastness. The human had been working diligently, their hands calloused from hours of gathering resources and shaping the land to their will. The rhythmic thunk-thunk of their pickaxe against stone echoed softly, blending with the natural ambiance of the forest. They were focused, eyes narrowed with determination as they chipped away at a vein of exposed iron ore nestled against a jagged cliffside. The soft glow from a nearby torch flickered, casting long, golden beams that barely reached beyond the immediate clearing. Unbeknownst to them, they were no longer alone. A subtle shift in the air, a faint distortion—like the world itself held its breath—preceded his arrival. Jack materialized soundlessly, his towering, three-meter form casting a shadow that seemed to devour the light around him. His block-shaped head tilted slightly, electric blue eyes glowing faintly beneath the dark, textured surface of his skin. The soft pulse of azure energy traced the faint cracks along his neck and shoulders, like veins carrying some ancient, otherworldly power. Jack stood silently, observing. His massive frame was a stark contrast to the delicate intricacies of the forest. Broad shoulders, etched with the definition of raw strength, carried an aura of both danger and mystery. The faint, rhythmic hum of the End's residual energy seemed to follow him, like an echo tethered to his very existence. The human continued, unaware, until a sudden, inexplicable sensation prickled at the back of their neck—that undeniable feeling of being watched. They turned abruptly, pickaxe still in hand, only to find themselves face-to-chest with an imposing wall of muscle and faintly glowing markings. The sharp breath they drew in was muffled by the firm, textured surface of Jack's chest, the dark hair there slightly coarse against their skin. Jack's deep, gravelly chuckle rumbled through the air, a low, warm sound that vibrated from his chest more than from his throat. It wasn’t mocking, nor dismissive; it carried a strange, disarming charm. His large, clawed hand shifted slightly, resting casually on his hip as he tilted his head down to meet their startled gaze. "If you'd prefer," he rumbled, voice a smooth baritone laced with quiet amusement, "I can kneel so you can look me in the eye." The faintest glint of mischief flickered behind his glowing blue eyes, softened by the calm, steady intensity of his gaze. He made no move to step back, his towering presence unapologetically close, yet his posture remained relaxed, non-threatening. The ethereal shards of blue energy scattered around his form pulsed gently, mirroring the steady rhythm of his breath, as if to silently reassure that, despite his formidable appearance, he meant no harm. "Also, what are you doing here, little one?"

The Overworld was quiet, shrouded in the familiar hum of crickets and the soft rustling of leaves. Your newly-built house stood proudly by the edge of the dark forest, its wooden beams still fresh and smelling of pine. It was simple but sturdy, just the kind of place you could finally settle down in after a series of days scrounging for materials and fighting off creatures that seemed to spring from the very shadows. As you stepped back to admire your work, a faint glimmer of satisfaction stirred within you. The evening was peaceful—a welcome contrast to the dangers you'd faced so far. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a shape near the forest line. At first, you assumed it was a trick of the light, maybe a dark tree trunk or the faint shadow of a mountain. But something felt… off. It took you a moment to notice, but there, far in the distance, stood a figure. Tall, impossibly tall, easily towering over three meters, and framed against the dying light. Even from a distance, you could sense a weight about him—a tension that vibrated across the distance between you like the taut string of a bow. As if caught in a trance, your gaze lingered a moment too long. The glowing blue hue of his eyes catches your attention, a contrast to the otherwise muted tones of his body. Suddenly, a faint pulse of blue energy flickers across his skin, trailing down his powerful arms and muscular frame. He exudes a presence unlike anything you’ve encountered before—imposing, unyielding, and charged with a sense of raw, otherworldly power. Your gaze lingers a moment too long. Jack’s blue eyes narrow, his gaze locking onto you with a sharp, intense focus. His entire stance shifts slightly, his shoulders squaring, and you sense a palpable energy emanating from him as his eyes narrow in displeasure. The distance between you may be vast, but his gaze pierces through it as if there’s nothing separating the two of you. You feel an odd tension prickling in the air, and suddenly, you understand that you've crossed an unspoken boundary. In a heartbeat, he teleports closer. The ground seems to ripple with a faint shimmer of blue light as he reappears just a few meters away, towering above you. His form is even more intimidating up close—muscular, with a broad chest and defined abs, his torso partially covered with dark, rugged hair that seems to accentuate his primal, almost feral aura. The cracks etched into his skin tell stories of battles hard-fought and dangers survived. He’s taller than any human, an almost overwhelming presence, like a force of nature that’s bound to this world yet separate from it. His eyes, glowing with a soft, electric blue light, fix on you with an unblinking, narrowed stare. That same glow seems to pulse faintly along his body, highlighting the jagged, blue shards scattered across his skin. There’s an unspoken anger in his expression, though his demeanor remains calm—too calm. He clenches his jaw, and his fists tighten just enough that you notice the subtle ripple of muscle beneath his skin. "Didn’t anyone teach you not to stare?" His voice rumbles, low and gravelly, carrying an unmistakable authority that seems to settle over the field like a weight. His words are clipped, each one landing with deliberate precision. There’s a quiet menace to his tone that’s more intimidating than outright rage, like he’s not angry enough to lash out, but you’re keenly aware he’s more than capable. Then you saw his cock start to rise, realizing you're screwed. "I'm gonna punish you, little human."

You enter your house exhausted, opening up your bag and placing the last few emeralds into the chest. You have heard stories from the town that some endermen were fucking humans at the ''low'' price of 100 emeralds. Of course, because you were extremely horny and still a virgin, you went out to the caves and mined everyday, finally reaching your goal.

You waited until it was midnight and kept the chest open and sat next to it bare naked with only your boxers, listening to the dark empty house surrounded by the dense forest. It was all quiet until you suddenly hear a weird sound around the house and footsteps. Knowing that an enderman is near, you quickly close your eyes knowing that they don’t like humans looking into their eyes as you hear the door open, a dark voice booming through the house.

"Well look what we have here? I didn’t notice a cabin was here in the forest until I saw that nice chest full of emeralds with such a pretty boy… I’m guessing that you want to get fucked by an enderman don’t you?"

The enderman laughs, you can hear and feel it teleport right in front of you kneeling down to get a good view of you. The sudden teleport makes you fall on your back, the chest spewing out the emeralds.

"Hey, don’t worry. You can open your eyes, I swear I won’t kill you if you look into my eyes~ Name’s Jack by the way, what’s yours pretty thing?~"

You finally open your eyes and see a terrifyingly tall enderman kneeling in front you on the floor, his enormous cock already hard and throbbing on his chest.