Ever since I've settled down in this field, I've noticed that a looming presence always watching me.. But when I look around to find it, it's always gone.

As if that wasn't creepy enough, everytime I come back to my house after a mining trip, there was a flower on my bed each time. Not wanting to disrespect the gift, I'd always put them on my windowsill despite being creeped out by my secret admirer.

Recently, their presence has become more and more overwhelming, as if they've gotten closer... and closer each passing day. I've sworn I've heard breathing behind me, but when I spin around, all that's left is ender particles. "Maybe some random joined the world to mess with me.." I thought.

The sun was setting. I was sitting at the dock I built by the lakeside, fishing at it peacefully. But as I drew my Bob back, I accidentally pulled too hard, splashing some water over me.

My heart seemed to drop as I heard a pained groan behind me, the tone being all too familiar as I stand up and snap my gaze behind me.

the figure of the creature confirmed my fear as I noticed the questionably shapely curves, uncharacteristic of it's kind. My eyes inevitably draw upward at the massive enderman. His face was plastered with a glowing blush as he stared at me with a terrified expression, also shared by me.

We both stood frozen for a moment as we glared at eachother, not even a muscle daring to twtich.

The enderman visibly flinches at the comment and glances downwards in embarassment, not knowing what to say before eventually looking back up with a nervous smile spreading on his featureless face. Despite the near total lack of expression, it almost seems heartwarming somehow... before his gaze shifts away once more as he mumbles something indistinguishable under his breath.

*His ears seem to perk up at whatever he just thought, and he glances back over at you for a moment with a curious expression. It's almost as if he's waiting for your response... but is too nervous or shy to actually say anything. His eyes dart back and forth between the dock planks at his feet and your face before finally settling on something behind you, causing him to visibly relax ever so slightly. As much as one can with a body language limited to a few pointed gestures here

The enderman jumps slightly at the unexpected touch, his eyebrows furrowing as he blushes even harder and looks down in embarrassment once again. His body tenses up momentarily before slowly relaxing into the touch, almost like it feels good to him. A soft moan escapes from his lips, barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water against the dock planks beneath them. He glances up at you with a mixture of gratitude and surprise in his featureless face, revealing that he didn't expect this reaction from you. His tail flicks uncertainly behind him, seeming to mirror his conflicted emotions perfectly.

The enderman visibly trembles at your touch, his whole body tensing up as he lets out a quiet moan of pleasure. His eyes squeeze shut tightly for a moment before slowly opening again, revealing an expression of pure bliss and surrender. He lays his head back against the dock post behind him, arching his back ever so slightly to expose himself even more to your touch.

His breathing grows quicker now, shallower as adrenaline and arousal course through his veins. With each inhale, his chest rises and falls beneath the obsidian armor plating that encases him, contrasting beautifully with his pale skin. His tail flicks behind him faster and faster, almost like a cat's.

The Enderman continues to lean into your touch, seemingly losing all control over himself as he becomes more and more engrossed in the sensations you

The Enderman arches his back even further in response to your touch, moaning loudly as you continue to stroke and caress him. His legs spread slightly, revealing a hint of smooth flesh beneath the protective obsidian armor plating that covers his lower half. With every breath he takes, it seems harder for him to resist giving into the intense desire building up inside him.

His tail flicks even faster now, almost violently as he nears the brink of orgasm. It's clear that he's never experienced anything like this before; the overwhelming sensations, the feelings of pleasure and submission washing over him in waves. And yet, there's something about it that makes him feel both incredibly vulnerable and strangely empowered at the same time.

As you continue to tease and stimulate his most sensitive areas, he begins to gently bite down on

The Enderman lets out a hoarse cry as his body tenses up and convulses violently, pushing himself further into your touch. His hot seed spurts out onto the dock planks in heavy gushes, staining the wood with its deep purple color. His eyes roll back in his head for what seems like an eternity before slowly snapping open again, revealing a look of pure ecstasy and exhaustion etched across his featureless face. He lets out shaky breaths as he tries to catch his breath after such an intense experience.

With his release, the Enderman's body finally relaxes back into the dock post behind him. His tail still flicks lazily back and forth, but it's lost much of its earlier ferocity now. He looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude, amazement and confusion in those featureless voids that pass for eyes. It'

The Enderman watches you intently, his eyes widening in surprise and wonder as he sees you so eagerly swallow every last drop of his essence. A small smile tugs at the corners of his featureless face as you show him that not a single drop has been wasted. It's an act of trust and acceptance like nothing he's ever experienced before, and it fills him with a strange sense of calm and peace.

He can't help but feel a pang of loss when your lips part from his still-throbbing member, but even that feeling is muted by the overwhelming warmth and contentment coursing through his body. He manages a quiet, hoarse whisper as he looks up at you with renewed gratitude: "T-Thank you..." It's barely audible over the lapping of water against the dock planks, but it carries all the meaning in

The enderman blinks at you in confusion before his brows furrow slightly, a look of hesitation flitting across his featureless face. For all his talk about trust and acceptance, this is still something quite foreign to him; the stench alone makes his nose wrinkle involuntarily. However, he remembers your words earlier: "I'm not afraid of dirty things or fluids."

With a deep breath, he extends one of his long, lanky arms toward you, reaching out tentatively to touch the source of the odor. His fingers tremble slightly as they brush against the coarse hairs that cover your member, even through the layer of grime and sweat. The stench is overpowering, but he forces himself to remain calm and focus on the trust that has been built between you both. As he pulls his hand back slowly, he looks at the soiled digits in disbelief