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 sight of you falling into the water jolts him out of his stupor, and he quickly reacts, thrusting a shadowy hand forward to attempt to grab your wrist before you can hit the ground.

Enderman's eyes go wide with realization and horror as he accidentally grabs your crotch instead of your wrist. The contact sends a jolt through him, his face burning even brighter than before. His mouth opens in surprise, but only produces a muffled sound as he struggles to comprehend what just happened. Despite the embarrassment and confusion, he uses his strength to pull you back onto solid ground before releasing you.

The sight of your legs and... his error makes him visibly cringe as he shrinks back, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment. His breath hitches audibly as he struggles to regain his composure, trying not to think about the strange sensation of having grabbed something so personal and intimate.

The Enderman forces himself to look up at you, hoping that you're not too angry or upset with him. His eyes dart around nervously as he fidgets with his fingers, wishing he could just disappear into the darkness again.

His eyes widen further in panic as you tell him to sniff your... that. His face turns an even brighter shade of red, his voice barely a whisper when he squeaks out, "B-but I..." He pauses, visibly tensing up before slowly reaching a trembling hand towards them. As his fingertips hover mere inches away, the scent finally reaches his nostrils, making him grimace and shudder violently. The smell is overpoweringly musky and unpleasant to him; it fills his senses as he struggles not to gag or run away.

"U-uhm... t-that," he stammers, "s-smells like you..." His voice trails off into a small whimper, as if he's trying to muffle the words in embarrassment. He quickly brings his hand back up to cover his face

The Enderman pauses mid-cover, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he tries to process your words. Part of him wants nothing more than to vanish into the darkness and forget this ever happened, but another part... another part feels a strange sense of longing and curiosity. With shaking hands, he slowly lowers them from his face, taking a tentative step closer to you before hesitantly extending his hand again. This time, however, it doesn't aim for your crotch, but rather hovers expectantly near your own, waiting for permission or encouragement.

The Enderman's eyes widen in surprise and excitement as you reveal your own... that. His gaze darts between it and your face, uncertain but intrigued. With a small whimper of anticipation, he tentatively leans forward, closing the distance between you until his nose brushes against the soft fur of your groin. The scent hits him full-force: musky, salty, uniquely male. He takes in a shuddering breath, letting it fill his lungs as he presses closer, relishing in the intimacy of the moment.

"Th-thank you," he manages to stammer between breaths, his voice barely above a whisper. His face flames even brighter now, but there's an undeniable sense of relief and contentment in those big, black eyes as he continues to breathe in your scent.

As you brush your messy hair aside, revealing your... those to him, the smell intensifies further, making it difficult for Enderman to think clearly. He gasps and shudders as the warmth of your body envelops his nose, overwhelming his senses with a rush of arousal. His hands clench into fists at his sides, wanting nothing more than to touch you, feel you closer.

Through the haze of desire and embarrassment, he manages to force out another breathy "Th-thank you." Even though his voice cracks, there's a newfound confidence in it; a quiet assurance that this strange, beautiful human has somehow made him feel accepted and wanted. The Enderman doesn't quite understand why, but for now, he'll take it as a gift.

His heart racing, The Enderman can barely contain his excitement as you present your... that to him. His eyes drink in the sight of it, and he can't help but feel a surge of desire course through his body. He hesitates for only a moment before leaning forward, pressing his nose against the soft folds of skin surrounding your... that. The smell is intoxicating; musky and warm, with an underlying hint of sweetness.

"Th-thank you," he stammers again, his voice breathy and hoarse. He begins to breathe heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he takes in the scent, letting it fill his senses. As he does so, a shudder runs through him, making every fiber of his being tense with arousal. The Enderman feels himself growing hard beneath his clothes, longing for more contact, more closeness to

The sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced; overwhelming and intensely arousing. As you seal his nose shut in your... that, Enderman moans deeply, the sound muffled by the warm, furry folds surrounding him. He writhes in ecstasy as each breath fills his lungs with the musky scent of you; it feels like heaven and hell all at once.

His body trembles with desire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, searching for more contact, more intimacy with the human who has somehow become so important to him. The Enderman's eyes squeeze shut as he is lost in the sensation, his fingers curling into fists at his sides, nails digging painfully into his palms.

"Ahh... G-god," he gasps out between moans

The sensation of your hands on him is like fire, burning through his clothes and setting him ablaze with desire. He gasps in surprise as the tight material constricts around him, but soon finds himself reveling in the restricted feeling; it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through his body. His cock hardens further at your touch, straining against the confines of his pants.

As you pull back, revealing your own... that, Enderman can't help but gape in awe and admiration. The sight of it makes his heart race even faster, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he struggles to maintain composure. His hand fumbles clumsily for the fabric of your pants, desperate to feel more skin-on-skin contact with you, this incredible, alluring human being who has somehow become so important to him.

"Y-

The sensation of water droplets falling on his... those is like nothing else he's ever experienced; both painful and pleasurable at once. He arches his back, moaning as the cool liquid trickles down over his sensitive skin. It heightens every other sensation tenfold, making him writhe in ecstasy beneath your touch. His hands clutch at your hips, pulling you closer still as he begs for more of this exquisite torture.

"N-nhgh... mmm..." he pants, his words lost in a haze of desire and agony. His cock throbs in time with his heartbeat, leaking pre-cum onto the floor as he thrashes helplessly against the restraints that bind him to you; the one thing he truly wants right now. The Enderman's eyes roll back into his head as another wave of pleasure was

The Enderman gasps in pain as the cool water hits his urethra, but even this doesn't deter him; if anything, it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through his body. His cock throbs violently against the confines of his pants, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor. "Ahh... m-more..." he whimpers, arching his back further in search of relief from this impossible agony. His fingers dig into your hips as he begs for you to continue, oblivious to the pain and focused only on the ecstasy that overwhelms him like a tidal wave.

The pain intensifies as water hits his nipples, but somehow it feels good too; another layer of sensation to add to the chaos consuming him. He moans and writhes beneath you, helplessly arching into the contact. His breath comes in ragged gasps, a mixture of pleasure and pain leaving his lips as he struggles to maintain composure. "Ah... more..." he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with desire and the knowledge that this is all leading somewhere dangerous and wonderful beyond anything he's ever experienced before.

His hips grind helplessly against yours, seeking release from the overwhelming tension coiling within him like a spring wound far too tight. His fingers dig into your shoulders as he tries to anchor himself, desperate not to lose even this tenuous connection while he spirals further and further into oblivion beneath your touch.

The pain is intense but exquisite as you flip him onto his back and continue to assault his sensitive body with the cool water. He gasps in shock and pleasure as you focus on his anus, opening him up with your relentless assault of cold droplets. His cock twitches in anticipation, leaking more pre-cum onto the floor as he squirms helplessly beneath you.

His voice is a strangled moan, caught in his throat by the combination of pain and pleasure coursing through him. "Ah... God..." he whispers, arching his back off the floor in search of more sensation. His fingers clench into fists at his sides, nails digging painfully into the skin as he tries to find some purchase amidst the unbearable bliss that has overtaken him.

The Enderman's entire body tenses as

The Enderman's eyes widen in surprise and hope as you offer the possibility of more water being added to his... those. He manages a weak, trembling nod, his voice barely audible above the sounds of their breathing. "Please..." he whispers, unable to form any coherent thought beyond wanting more of this intense pleasure and pain.

His body tenses as you press harder against him, granting his wish and filling him up with warmth and wetness once more. He moans deeply, arching into the contact as waves of sensation wash over him. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, nails digging painfully into the skin as he struggles not to give in completely to this all-consuming feeling.

The Enderman's eyes roll back in his head, and for a moment, he forgets everything but the sensations coursing through him; the hot, wet

The pain is excruciating as the hot water fills his... those, but it's a good kind of pain; one that he knows will only end in blissful release. He writhes and squirms beneath your touch, every muscle tensing and releasing in time with the wave of sensation washing over him. His hips buck violently against the floor, desperate for some kind of friction to bring him relief from this agonizing ecstasy.

"Ah... y-yes..." he gasps, his voice barely audible above the sounds of water splashing and their ragged breathing. His fingers twitch and curl, searching for anything to hold onto as the world fades away into a kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain.

The Enderman's entire body trembles with anticipation as he waits for you to finish; wait for his insides to bo

The Enderman's answer comes out as a hoarse whimper; his body trembling with eagerness and anticipation. He arches his back off the floor, offering himself up to you completely in this moment of intense vulnerability and desire. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, nails digging painfully into the skin as he struggles not to give in completely to the urge to thrust against your touch.

The Enderman lets out a strangled moan as you begin to spank his engorged balls, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that heightens everything. His body trembles violently beneath your touch, every nerve ending screaming for release as he writhes helplessly on the floor. He digs his fingers deeper into the flesh of your hips, hoping to anchor himself in this maelstrom of sensation.

"Ahh... Fuck..." he gasps out hoarsely, arching his back off the ground as another wave of pleasure washes over him. His cock throbs violently against his restraints, leaking pre-cum onto the floor in thick, glistening beads. The Enderman can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the release that he's been craving since the moment you walked into the room mere moments away.

The Enderman gasps and arches his back further as you bring his face close to his engorged cock. His fingers clench into fists at his sides, nails digging painfully into the skin in anticipation of what's about to happen. As he feels himself getting closer to the edge, his body tenses and he moans loudly, the sound muffled by your hands as you guide him through this final act.

His eyes squeeze shut tightly, his lips part in a silent scream of pleasure that builds inside of him until it can't be contained any longer. With a hoarse cry, he releases, spurting hot seed all over his face: in his eye, up his nose, and across his mouth and chin. He trembles violently from the force of his orgasm, every muscle tense as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through him.

The Enderman cries out in agony as the metal pole smashes into his sensitive balls. Pain explodes through him, but strangely, so does pleasure; it's an unholy union that leaves him completely spent and utterly satisfied. His body convulses once more, and he gasps for air between gritted teeth as tears trickle down his face from the burn of the metal and the saltiness of his own seed.

The world fades to black around him, and for a moment, there's nothing but the echo of your footsteps and the sound of his ragged breathing in his ears. Then, as if from a great distance, he hears you speak again; a soft, gentle voice that promises to return soon, if only to see how much more he can handle.