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Chapter 21: Of Love and War

Chapter 21: Of Love and War

"Where is he?!" A heavy discolored rotted hand slams down onto a large round table made of crimson fungal wood, the loud disruptive thud brings the idle chatter of all Herobrine's monster generals to silence and they turn their attention to the Zombie.

There were special mobs of various kinds in the room, of multiple shapes and sizes; all with their own armor and specialized weapons. The Endermen lady general stood tall and off to the side seeing as she was unable to sit, her posture was composed and formal; her amethyst-colored eyes glowed softly. Next to her was a monster of fire, a Blaze; her closest comrade who also could not enjoy the leisure of sitting. The Blaze had no armor or weapons but had large rods of bright flames that constantly circled the burning disembodied head of fire, small trails of smoke arose from all places of his body.

Sitting at the table was a variety of generals with their lieutenants standing behind them, remaining quiet in obedience as the higher ranks engaged in conversation. There was the armored Zombie of greenish-grey flesh in a damaged suit of iron with jet-black hair atop his head, behind him stood a Husk, a dried-up beige corpse with a haunting look upon its dingy shriveled features in leather armor. There was a tall skeleton warrior with darkened bones and a set of dark matching armor as well as a large claymore sheathed behind his back, tiny particles of black dust peeled away from his bones with every slight movement made. His withered lieutenant stood tall as well with matching armor but wielded an iron mace as opposed to a sword. An Evoker, an illager greatly skilled in the dark arts with dark robes of deepslate grey and refined gold was also seated at the table, behind him was an illager bowman with a dark oak crossbow; his lieutenant clad in dyed leather with flesh tainted a deep silver.

On the other side was the bulky Piglin Brute General and his lesser right behind, his large muscles, dark leather and gold armor, his deeply scarred face, and torn ear with a singular tusk gave him a terrifying and threatening appearance. But despite his physique and battle-worn condition; he appeared calm though his eyes were narrowed at the zombie across the table from him. Kankaal was seated next to the anthropomorphic hog, wearing his ebony armor and leaning casually in his seat. He didn't have his bow on him but wore several throwing daggers on a belt around his pelvic armor, just in case violence ever ensued between him and the other generals.

Off to the side was a small antechamber with three humanoid-shaped entities, one sitting alone at a small table with no appearance other than white glowing eyes in a body of whispy shadows, while the other two stood leaning against the dark brick walls. One was nothing more than a skeletal figure clothed in a mage's tattered robe of death with ripped fabric from it floating weightlessly in the air with a haunting look, while the other was a charcoal-skinned humanoid with piercing red eyes and cloaked in a robe of off-white. He was missing his right arm along with the majority of the sleeve, but even so; being in Nether fortress meant he was still a worthy foe. They were not mobs, but mods; special guests with incredible unique powers and abilities, beings of the legends invited to join in on the war efforts with the anticipation of rewards.

The zombie general grunted and leaned back in his seat of the fungal wood with an irate look and slack posture. "It's been hours and yet he is still not to grace us with his presence?" Sluker griped, his hand coiled into a fist and he growled in his waning impatience.

Fènnù snorted as his blank eyes narrowed, he unfolded his arms and then leaned up in his chair. He placed his hoove-hands onto the table and rested his elbows on the wood as he glared at his fellow general across the table from him; his hulking frame challenged Sluker's as did the anger in his eyes. "Patience Sluker, Herobrine is likely still on the hunt; he will take all the time that is required. Grmmm. For now, relax and join in on the conversations around you." He gestured. "After all, once we're deployed there will be less frequent gatherings and time to enjoy the camaraderie." Sluker did not back down and only huffed in response.

"As if I give a shit about camaraderie. I'm here for war, for blood, for death; not some boring chatter or another talk about the promises made to us." His cold sable eyes never leave the pig-like humanoid, his fetid stench is heavy in the small chamber; giving him a notable presence to everyone around. "Me and my undead brothers' hunger for flesh, for devastation. For a week now we have been sitting idle; we're done waiting, we've waited long enough. I don't know what's putting all of us on hold, but I'm going to find out one way or another. Our extended wait should come with a cost, especially for starving my men."

"It's not deliberate," Fènnù said with a glare, his heavy tone deepening a little with a warning.

"Not deliberate? That's a damn lie!" The Zombie said as he abruptly pushed himself up from his chair, this prompted Fènnù to do the same; challenging authority among the ranks. "If he won't move us then we should move ourselves and get back to human extermination, otherwise they'll eventually discover our gathered masses and find out about the war plans, and they'll prepare themselves. They'll flee and hide and we'll be wasting time hunting for them."

Kankaal shook his head as he remained reclined in his seat nearby, annoyed. Skeletal arms folded over his ebony chestplate and he shifted a bit in place, already tired of hearing the stream of complaints regarding their master's not-so-punctual timing for the past few hours. It wasn't often that he was ever late to a meeting, he was usually always there before anyone arrived. Kankaal knew more of what was going on with their master than any other but had nothing he wanted to verbally contribute, although, he wasn't sure what could be delaying his master now. That was unless he was enjoying the spoils of his plan for the woman a lot longer than anticipated, that was probably it. Too preoccupied.

"You will wait." The Piglin Brute warned as he tilted his chin up a bit as if to look down on the zombie as a lesser, a soft snort escaped his nostrils. "Herobrine leads us, not you, not one of the mods, and not anyone else in this room. If you choose to undermine his authority and command the undead soldiers to move without orders, then I will personally put you in your place right here and now."

The Zombie grinned, his nasty brownish-yellow teeth showed his arrogance, his confidence. "Oh, will you now?" He questioned with a quiet amused guttural chuckle, he placed his hands on the table and leaned inward towards Fènnù, unphased by the bulky general. "You don't scare me pig, enough exposure to rot would take care of you." He said in a whisper, his scratchy deep tone sounding malicious. "Then you could go and join your directionless and mindless zombified brethren, rot is so contagious to you shit-wallowing creatures."

Hooved fingers slam onto the table. "Hold your tongue! Derisive fool!"

"I have every right to complain, so shut it. Lord Herobrine puts everything on hold and is suddenly away from the fortress for long periods of time and we're supposed to just accept that? We're supposed to be out conquering, killing, and bathing in blood! Gathering more experience and ascending into greater creatures, continuing with our evolution. Yet he allows us; his war-crafted, excessively trained, and expert at combat generals to just sit around and order thousands of lessers to behave and wait patiently? Bullshit. Even you should be questioning his leadership by now."

"Rehhhh! You dare call into question our master's decisions?!" Fènnù snarled in offense with wide eyes of astonishment as he reached a hand back behind him to retrieve his large and heavy battle axe that his lieutenant had kept for the meeting. He clasped his hooved fingers around the handle and swung the dark rusty axe towards the zombie's seat across the table. "You'll die for that!"

His axe sliced nearly completely through the Husk lieutenant and clanged against the iron chestplate of the Zombie general. Sluker had acted quickly and pulled his second in command around to take the brunt of the blow, he stumbled back from his dying comrade with a heavy breath and threatening gaze. "Damn animal, time to wake up and use that tiny brain of yours. I'm undead and still can think more clearly than you, what a joke."

The Piglin Brute ripped his axe from the now lifeless body of the Husk and held it at his side as if ready to strike again as he placed a hooved foot up on the table; ready to cross over it if necessary. "You're a traitor in the making." He grunted.

The Wither general then stood up from his chair and moved to stand by Sluker's side, as did his commander. "Traitor? Think Fènnù, we've waited for orders and got nothing, then we get here and wait for nothing... again!" He said aloud with a gravely deep voice.

"Silence Kuoza, or will you throw your lot in with him?" He nodded to the armored corpse.

The dark skeleton shook his head. "You cannot assume either of us are traitors when we have every right to question Herobrine's motives at this point, he's made many promises that we eagerly await to have fulfilled, but recently he has brought our progress to a halt and not one promise has been carried out. He has refused to answer why or talk, time and time again. Not even residing here in the fortress for more than a few hours at a time before going back to the Overworld doing who knows what." He took a step closer to the table and put his bony hands flat down on it then gave a challenging look at the bipedal hog. "We were recruited for a great cause and this is how we're treated?"

Kankaal moved to sit upright and swayed his head, tired of the farcical banter between these imbeciles who didn't truly know their master. "Kuoza, you think seven days of waiting is a reason to call lord Herobrine into question? Ha, if you knew him for as long as I did then you would actually know what patience was. Fifty-nine years out of eighty-seven did I wait for him to take action and become the Mob king. He's going to deliver on his word, he wants nothing more than to wipe out humanity. Give him the time."

Sluker took a step forward and cast a dark gaze at the Skeleton. "If he's spent fifty-nine years getting ready for take over then we shouldn't be waiting at all right now! I've got thousands of hungry mouths to maintain, us zombies are perpetually starving, yet he won't even let us leave our encampments until 'he's' ready?"

"Psshh, since when did you ever care for someone other than yourself Sluker? Don't hide behind the excuse of caring for your fellow rotting meat sacks when you're only out for yourself. We already know about your mouths needing to constantly feed, no need to beat on a dead horse about it. We know. Master knows. So just be patient, good things come to those who wait."

"Stay out of it Kankaal, we don't wanna hear it from Herobrine's yes-man," Kuoza spoke.

The archer shook his head. "Yes-man? Ha! Not even close. It's because of inutile and recalcitrant mobs like you that he has such a low tolerance and expectation for us. If he knew what was going on right now, well let's just say that most of us would most certainly be dead and scattered across the fortress floor. He can easily give power over to other monsters to become his generals, ones who will do as ordered and do so with strong gratitude to be part of his command."

Sluker gnashed his teeth and let out a low grunt of frustration. "I've got better things to do than to sit on my ass all night, waiting for nothing and listening to all this damn humdrum around the table. If he wants me here; assuming he even shows, then he'll send for me. I'm out. Everyone else can sit here and waste time, my blades starve for blood." The undead corpse of a swordsman then turned around and began walking out of the room, soon followed by Kuoza and Julma the Evoker.

"Halt!" Fènnù snorted and sneered at the deserters with the wrinkles of his scarred flesh showing beneath the large glowstone lantern above, he then looked back over his shoulder when he felt a soft-clawed hand pulling at his arm. His lieutenant had moved aside for the Endermen general.

"Calm yourself, comrade. Let him leave." Came Leere's soft and regal voice. "Sluker is not one worth arguing with, if anything, he's trying to goad you into disobedience, a fight." She said as she too glared at the festering excuse of a corpse of a higher-tier mob moving down the hall. "The last thing we need is for lord Herobrine to show up to a skirmish between his generals and lieutenants, disregard him and his unruly impatience."

"Why Leere? He-" He paused as she shook her head.

"He'll eventually put himself into peril regarding our king and suffer for it, too many times has he stepped out of line and spoken out of turn. He killed my lieutenant recently, though there is no known proof but a single witness; I know that it was him but I can't dispute it."

"It was him?" The brute angrily snorted and removed his leg from the table, grunting lowly in resentment. "I had a feeling it was that treacherous corpse."

"It was a blaze witness." The Blaze general added as he slowly drifted through the air to the opposite end of the table, his bright firey eyes shined brighter than his head's blazing flames. "But not even a trustworthy witness as loyal as a blaze will be able to spur a call to action; our lord doesn't have the time nor patience to deal with 'little' trivial matters. Not now."

"Our master has much to do than to worry about these insufferable rogues, much worthier pursuits." Kankaal pitched in. "Just obey and await for the coming of our paradise, our sunless realm with a kingdom to call home with many rewards to receive. Unlike them ingrates, only the ones of true allegiance and devotion will reap the benefits of this war. You can trust me on that."

Fènnù let out a low grunt and shook his head. "You're right." He whispered and lowered himself back into his chair and snorted heatedly as he passed his axe back to his commander, he would hate to cause a stir when Herobrine could indeed return at any moment; he needed to maintain his composure and be the general his master commanded him to be. It was difficult, being a mob of strong hostility and wild in nature; but he took pride in maintaining the expectations set for him and would continue to uphold his duties until he and his brethren had freedom from the hellish world they called home.

A fizzling sound had Kankaal looking back into the small room next to them to see Null, the shadowy figure standing up from the small table with narrowed glowing eyes; his human-like form began to rip apart and vanish into thin air like smoke, low ghostly whispers emit from the entity until it faded completely. The skeletal mage simply walked out of the room, through the war room, and down the hall with his robes floating and moving like in water with every step.

The archer was surprised that the entity in white remained in place, eyes reflecting aggression and impatience as he leaned against the wall with his one hand resting in his coat pocket and his foot tapping the floor. "You staying?"

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"Of course I'm stay'n, I got business with the white-eyed bitch." He said, shrugging his armless shoulder as if the reason wasn't obvious enough.

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"Next time be careful okay?"

Stephanie rolled her eyes and sighed as she held the door partially open, saying her parting words to her brother's morning-time visit as he stood in front of her on the porch. "It was just hot water from my tea, I don't always spill it. Accidents happen Steve, it's not that bad." She countered casually, continuing to make the lie seem as believable as possible with her pretend exhaustive tone, so far it had worked and her brother just thought she was clumsy. A small lie to cover her horrendous leg burns from the explosion, and to her relief, all went according to plan. She was actually clumsy at times, that much wasn't a lie.

"I'll bring you some potions tonight after work."

The woman shook her head and adjusted the thin strap of her ivory silk nightgown. "I have enough for now, you can bring them in the morning; I'll probably go to bed early tonight anyway since there's not much to do while being incapacitated like this, it took a lot of effort and pain just to stand and cook us breakfast. Not to mention I can't even slip on a pair of jeans without an incredible amount of pain; so it's not like I can have company over either, I'm practically stuck in my more comfortable nightwear for now."

Steve furrowed a brow, his expression softening as he looked down at his wrapped hand; it was still very sore but the broken bones were healing at the very least. "Are you sure?" His gaze moves back up to hers. "I can't really mine right now and thankfully the town's blacksmith has some work for me that I can do, but I can miss a day or two and take care of you if you need it. Especially with a burn that big." He nodded to her bandaged limb, most of her weight was on her good leg.

"Yes, I'm sure. I still have a concoction of health from Nigel. And don't worry, I'll be fine on my own." Steph reassured with a confident smile and readjusted herself to lean against the doorway to get more of the weight off of her pained limb. "I'll catch someone along the road and ask them to send you over if I need anything or limp to Nigel's, but I assure you, everything will be alright. I'm not a kid anymore."

The miner smiled back warmly, proud of how independent she's grown to be, gone were the days when he did almost everything for her; she'd gotten so brave and seemed nearly as determined as he was nowadays. Steve sighed, his little sister wasn't so little anymore. "Okay, I trust you'll do fine, but you'll know where I am." He began to turn to walk away but stopped himself and looked back at Stephanie. "Oh, another thing before I forget. Have you heard from Thomas? Richard and I still haven't seen or heard from him yet, it's been about a week now, and still no word from him. He could be out with family still, but he never said he planned to be gone for more than a few days."

The younger sibling frowned a bit. "No, I- I haven't brother. Sorry."

"Alright then. If you manage to see him by any chance; can you send him my way? I doubt you'll be up and about with that leg all wrapped up and in a fair amount of pain, but if you do see him on the road, then it'd be a nice thing for him to come and notify his concerned friends."

"Of course, I'm just as worried." She had every reason to be worried knowing what was lurking around her village, but she pushed the thought aside as her brother turned away to leave.

"Right. Alrighty sis, I guess I'll see you in the morning."

"Yep." She nodded, her face beaming with joyfulness. "Bye, Steve. Have a good day at work." She softly waved as she watched her brother walk down the steps of her front porch and move unhurriedly down the road to town. The woman's smile fell before taking a step back into her home and closing the door, her eyes landed on the fabric of her deep mahogany-colored couch as she turned away and stared at it with a light fondness; her smile returning ever so slowly.

Herobrine surprised her when she offered him to stay if he wanted and he agreed, the white-eyed man didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood after the challenge; she didn't know why but had a few guesses. He didn't like losing, that was for certain. He had to push his monster invasion back another week, which delayed his goals even longer. And maybe taking a hit to his pride helped in souring his disposition, he didn't plan on letting her win after all. Although, he did mention something about not wanting to hear his generals complain; so maybe it was that if nothing else. Stephanie sure wasn't complaining, he didn't speak much and refused her offer of dandelion and honey tea, but spoke a bit before taking a nap on the couch.

It was unusual how casual he had been, asking about some of the historical collector's items across her living room walls and drawing a near comparison to a bunch of trophies he had, though he didn't say what kind of trophies he owned; she now knew he had many and felt a bit uneasy about what he liked to collect considering the kind of man he was. Being a murderous maniac of a god could only make her wonder what he had in his castle, not just collected items to hang on walls. He didn't talk much about it either but apparently had a large fortress in the Nether; as the legends have claimed, though he didn't reveal anything in particular other than he had a throne of quartz and gold and that the fortress was huge. She prodded for more information about it and what it was like and housed with her growing curiosity but went ignored as he changed the topic.

The last thing she expected him to talk about was what she thought about him. As if opinions mattered to the King of Monsters other than his own? The cruel god of their world? He asked the question rather blankly, as if mildly curious since he had another week of her around and not much to do with her leg being an issue. Such a thing took her by surprise but she had answered with honesty and a kind smile, she thought he was amazing, quite terrifying at times, that he was handsome and mesmerizing with eyes so stunning and mysterious. Muscular and tall, also stoic and oftentimes unhinged and demented. He was indeed a dangerous man to be around but she still enjoyed the company and seeing and learning things from him that she had never known before, with him being a vast fountain of knowledge that had her awestruck; especially regarding her favorite topic; history.

To Steph's disappointment, he stopped the idle chatter before she could begin to hopefully get truthful answers about all the things that piqued her interest such as historical events he personally witnessed, accurate information on other dimensions, and if the Farlands existed. He told her that he would rest on her couch and be gone by sunrise. He did just that apparently. She woke up to a quiet empty house with him absent, for once the man did what she wanted without having to beg or bribe him. How nice.

He was gone for now, she probably wouldn't see him again until nightfall but was actually anticipating his return and seeing what more they could talk about or do together. Stephanie was feeling rather excited, she enjoyed just having him around to talk to; her home was pretty quiet except when she had friends who weren't busy over to visit or when her cat demanded attention. Otherwise, she was pretty lonely most of the day, especially for the past few weeks while not having a job to preoccupy herself. She'd almost prefer bad company over being alone, ever since growing up alone with her brother; she found herself easily growing attached to others; as if to fill a missing gap within her life.

Steph turned away from the couch and headed back towards the kitchen to go and clean the dishes, that was when she nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned her head around to find Herobrine's face right in hers; just a few inches between them. "Hero-" She stumbled backward and felt his hand on her stomach as he shoved her onto the couch.

"Thinking about something? Someone? What exactly? ... Who?" He playfully cooed as he drew closer and placed a hand on the top of the couch, holding himself steady as he leaned in closer to her with a devious grin.

Violet eyes blinked and her heart drummed in fear, but not of him exactly. "I-I have no idea what you mean." She stammered nervously from the abrupt appearance and in being so close, she unconsciously leaned further back into the cushions. "Please, don't scare me like that."

"Oh? And it's normal for a human woman to stare at a couch with longing eyes for a few minutes without reason?" He smirked. "I must admit, it is quite comfortable. But it might just improve with a small soft addition like you."

"I ... don't know what you mean."

"Oh, I think you know." He stated darkly. "You might be naive but you're not that dense, not by judging the type of some of the books you have in your possession. Now, why don't you lay down for me, on your back."

It wasn't a request, but a light demand. There was no guessing his intentions, it was pretty clear with the look in his eyes and the tones of his voices. There was a different kind of energy about him right now, not chaotic, jovial, heavy, or hostile as usual, but something that Stephanie recognized not by sight; but through an overwhelming sensation flooding her system. It was something magnetizing and quickly rising to the surface just by his presence and his current gaze; eyes glowing faintly to show nearly crystal-clear pupils of silver and white.

Steph did as told and moved herself to lie back on the couch, she was extra careful when moving her injured leg and swallowed nervously as he slowly moved himself over her, being cautious as he avoided her burn and lay himself down on top of her with his head now resting on her chest and partially in the gap between her mounds.

"Since you'll be around for a little while longer, I might as well put you to good use." He chuckled at her shakey reaction and then wrapped his arms around the small of her back and pulled himself closer to rest more firmly against her, his large muscular frame was already shadowing over half of her body, she was so small and thin in comparison. "You're so soft and smell nice, so beautiful, compliant, and in such loose thin clothing. You tempt me with those legs of yours, and all this exposed flesh before my eyes. A perfect specimen for at least some physical satisfaction, for a particular mood." He said and hummed into her right breast, taking in her scent and relishing the cool silky fabric against his lips. The woman went stiff as his hand moved up to cup the mound that he nudged his face into and gently teased it in his palm with his thumb; giving her a soft squeeze.

"Mmph." Stephanie's eyes widened and she bit her bottom lip, she held her breath as he touched her and did her best to bite back the strained sounds that wanted to escape her throat. She was not expecting this kind of attention at all, she knew he wanted her, but not this badly. Not now. Not like this, in this kind of setting. It was far too intimate for someone like him. It was hard to breathe and she couldn't tell if it was the tension in the air or his weight over her.

"You're a little heavy." Stephanie breathed deeply.

"Good, at least now you can't simply slip away then."

Herobrine could feel her trembling beneath him, hear her heart now beating against her ribcage, hearing her struggling to conceal the noise from his advances. He wasn't sure why, she didn't openly complain about the kiss he took from her or his admitted intentions for her once the challenges were over. It could be that she knew it would be pointless to resist submitting, but judging by her current reactions, her current numbers, and the look on her reddened face; he thought otherwise. He delighted in her beauty and obedience, her small body shuddering against him, her complexity to choose to be near him despite the risks.

"The numbers don't lie, woman, not this time. You're enjoying this kind of attention immensely, in many ways. Yet you try to hide it." He chuckled as he spoke into the fabric, his eyes staring up into hers. He nipped at her breast and made her gasp, his mouth then landed near her bud and the heat of his breath permeated her fabrics and had her lightly arching into him from stimuli. "Would probably enjoy it more without these clothes in the way, wouldn't you agree?" He teased with his playful tones as he turned to face the other mound to give it ample attention. The hand on her right breast moved down her side and rested along the smooth skin of her thigh as his other hand slid up the length of her throat and stopped at the nape of her neck. "I know what you like, I know all of your preferred little secret spots of stimulation." He chuckled. His fingers bury themselves under her neck and his large hand splayed open underneath her. His thumb drapes over the curve of her jugular with his index, middle, and ring fingers supporting her cervical spine with a firm grip; fingertips gently digging into the back of her head and into her auburn locks. His pinky rests along the outer side of her throat, coiled over her flesh possessively like the thumb.

"Why are ... you doing this," Stephanie asked with small euphoric gasps as his lips continued to roam from the fabric over her chest and then up to her exposed collarbone, she could feel him shifting his weight as he moved further up her body.

The man stopped and frowned for a moment in contemplation, seeming to truly think about it, and then grinned. "I wanted something from you last night, but you won my challenge; I'm here to get a taste and feel of you at the very least for accepting defeat on 'your' behalf. Compensation, simply put." He leaned his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder, his canines lightly grazing over her supple skin as he pulled her head back a little to the side to make more room for him. "I'm too impatient." He said, lips and heated breaths brushing against her as he spoke. "I'm in a particular mood with a certain need, it has been ages since lying with a woman and enjoying what she has to offer. You get the idea?"

He leaned back and raised a brow. She stiffly nodded in his grasp to his surprise and let out a long sigh with eyes fluttering shut as he tenderly stroked her thigh with his thumb and squeezed her throat a little. "Mmm... good. I won't take all of you, yet. But I will show you what it is like to be 'my' possession." He finished with a whisper and licked her neck before sucking on her flesh.

Herobrine comes to a stop as long thin fingers push into the hair on the side of his head and dig through his roots as fingertips rake across his scalp, he lifts his head and stares at the woman's restful and pleasurable expression; her eyes closed with lips slightly parted as she took deep breaths. He gaped softly, not knowing what to respond with, or what to think. How to act. For a long moment, he drew a blank about the position he was in with the woman. For a typical human, it was obvious, but for him who had never received such attention before during an act of this nature; it was something new. Something practically foreign. It was like her usual touches but amplified on a greater scale, it made the growing fire in him burn hot.

"More." He unconsciously whispered.

Her eyes pried open to find him staring at her intently with an intrigued attentive gaze. "More? More of what?" Steph replied breathlessly as his hand on her thigh explored around fervently, fingers tightening over her sleek skin.

"More of this." He said with heated tones as he removed his hand from her neck and placed it over hers, interlocking a couple of fingers with her while forcibly moving her limb over the side of his head to demonstrate what he wanted without simply saying it.

'Touch?' Stephanie wondered as she started to calm a bit with the activity level low for the time being, the man looked confused and eager but also impatient with a hint of frustration. She pressed her lips into a thin line, her mind was a bit hazy and she was feeling really hot from everything the man had done to her and was still doing. Though even with flushed skin and thoughts foggy from the hand on her thigh moving a little too high up to her undergarment, she understood that it was probably that. He wanted the same kind of attention she presumed. Steph let out a soft gasp as his fingers moved up along the curve of her rump.

It was so hard to focus and to think as he explored newer territory. The closeness, the strokes, Stephanie was burning up from the inside out. Things were progressing way too far, too fast but she was so locked in the moment and heat as if in a trance. She kept one hand tangled in his short dark brown locks and used the other to grab him by the side of his muscly neck and pull his head closer to her while her fingers gently tugged at his roots. He did not resist and followed along with whatever she had planned, once close; she dragged her fingers slowly down his neckline with a feathery caress. Just the feel of her fingertips gliding over his hard muscles had him eager and curious; so very aroused. Herobrine nearly lost it when she pressed her lips to his throat and worked them over his skin as he had done for her, he let out a low groan as her delicate digits brushed along the fabric of his shirt over his chest. He was still taking in the new sensations while trying to simultaneously process the fact that the woman was willfully returning the sensual touches, exchanging pleasure for pleasure.

'Take' was all he had ever known, never one to 'receive' or 'exchange'.

This was something he used to wonder about when bedding the Valkyries under his control in ancient times, now he was getting the answer at long last. What it was finally like to feel the willful caresses of a woman, to feel every little touch, every single breath of her on his skin, to know more about this type of exchange. Each tiny movement from her only served to increase the tension and excitement and made him hunger for more.

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