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At nightfall, you know some creatures like to lurk in the darkness. For months you’ve been stalked, harassed, hurt, and had your pets lured away from you into places that you never put them. It’s not like you haven’t seen this thing, it’s tall, about a head taller than you, it looks like it wears a black hoodie and black pants, and it has an uncanny face. The face…the face was this cool off white, from afar you could tell whatever it was trying to mimic human features, its eyes were just slightly off.
Not aligned right, its iris was pure dark and never shined, it had a Roman nose, and its face near its jaw faded into obsidian black, teeth itself matched the same color as is jaw. This wanna be human was something you began to become annoyed with having on your Minecraft world. Became more of a clingy ex rather than something you had to fear, unfortunately for you. You had an interesting type to crush on, and like the idiot you are, you fell for this thing.
One night you set up a trap. You wanted to get real up close with the thing you’ve started to call your “boyfriend” despite it not ever being aware that you two were dating in your mind.
You didn’t sleep that night, you instead continued unpacking from your exploration from the day. Unloading woods, foods, and some ores you were able to mine, you picked out the raw meat and decided that’s your priority first and placed the food you wanted to cook into your smoker. Lingering on and expecting this thing that you were waiting on to be smarter than to fall victim to your barbed wire trap. You took note that tonight almost nothing spawned around your house…odd. While you continued watching your food cook you heard it. The trap went off, and the sound of a yelp followed.
There ain’t no way.
You take out the food that was cooked and store it in your chest before rushing outside to see, low and behold.
Your poor “boyfriend” in the trap.
You smile to yourself, slowly and gracefully walking up to it, like it isn’t in pain from the sharp wire. You stare at it, taking in more of its features while it struggles against the barbed wire making grunts and groans of pain, desperately trying to flee. It had these black stains under and above its eyes, giving its actual eyes an almost mat look to it and these stains faded into its lower face. It clearly wasn’t smiling anymore. It had what is a wool hoodie with its hood on, but the more you looked for jeans, the more you couldn’t find any.
Huh? Its legs were black too, cut from the barb wire and bleeding this thicker version of blood, the blood was a deep maroon red instead of your brighter blood. This thing was very strange. It looked up at you with panic, it’s breathing hitched. You nearly felt bad for it, if it didn’t stalk you for months on end. It was kinda hot the way you got it to be below you.
The wire was around its torso, legs, and ankles. It must have panicked and ended up wrapping itself in the wire. You made it so it could easily be caught around the ankle but it made that almost impossible. It continued to whine, the sounds were cute. God you sound weird as fuck. Good thing it couldn’t hear your thoughts or you’d rather die if it could.
“Hi there buddy, you know struggling is only going to make it worse.”
You were pretty blunt with your words, what you said popped up on the UI you could see on the hologram that allowed you to interact with the world you were in. It seemed like it didn’t want to listen though as it continued to thrash against the wire, cutting itself more. You sighed, rolling your eyes, you moved your hands in a downward motion, the practically universal sign for “calm down”. It seemed like it understood that more as it calmed down more, stopping from thrashing against the wire and soon sat completely still and looking up at you.
“You want some help out?”
You saw on your UI that it was typing…
“Yes please.”
Its voice was Horace, scratchy, deep, and was close to a male voice. It sounded off though, you couldn’t put your finger on why it was but it really didn’t sound human. Soon you knelt down, helping slowly undo the wire. You had brought a pair of shears in case you wanted to get it out so after clipping the wire, you carefully undid the mess it caused. You did end up cutting yourself a few times but eventually you got everything but its ankles, and while you watched its fear turn into its normal dominant state.
It slowly rose up, getting up from the ground and standing fully, its aura was now sufficiently strong and gave a clear sign that the tables had turned. The only thing is, you hadn’t taken the wire off from its ankles yet. It almost looked at you like it was waiting for you to continue, like you were dumb enough to do it. You weren’t, because if you needed to run from this thing you rather it not be able to move than for it to run full force at you.
So your hands fell to your sides and now while you sat on your knees it looked down at you, it's uncomfortable smile back on its face and it stared at you. You now notice its hands were almost like sharp claws, you swallowed, wondering how to get out of this one. To crawl your way out of this one, that’s what you’ll do. With fear you slowly scooted back, and it followed your movement. It’s deep black eyes not leaving you, watching as you slowly crawled, before deciding to run away.
Turning around and bolting but you soon were caught instead, as it had lunged at you, knocking you down to the ground with a hard ‘thump’. It hurt, but it had wrapped its arms around your waist to keep you from running away. That was the first thing that sparked you, you now were filled with adrenaline, fear, distress, and a familiar swirl in your stomach that began to flutter. It's cold hands crossed its arms and landed on your sides. It struggled but it was able to pull you back to where you had left it, dragging you on the ground.
“The Knocker doesn’t like how you tried to flee, are you not generous enough to finish the job?”
There was a hint of annoyance in its rough voice. It sent shivers down your body, it was clearly closer than you’d like..or maybe you did like it being close to you like this. It had a surprising hot breath that found its way on your back, fuck. It did things to you, as much as to your dismay, your sick type was slowly creeping up on you, just as it did to you. It let go but was ready to get you if you decided to flee. You turned around, it was deathly close to you. Your eyes met it as its face looked upset, like what you prefer to call its stages.
It’s touch lingered on you, as terrified as you were, you couldn’t help but to feel a heat start in your stomach that spread down into your crotch. Shit. It slowly removed its touch, it's cold hands left your body working in order to keep those parts warm. It suffocated you, its aura, the way it made sure you kept in place. It drove you mad as much as you were fearful. You weren’t going to undo that wire, and it wasn’t going to let you go. So the both of you sat and stared at each other, unmoving, waiting for another move.
“You were the one that trapped me, mouse. So what’s the hold up?”
The pet name…gosh, not knowing what came out of you, you placed your hand on its thigh. Making your implications VERY clear, you could feel it almost stiffen as it now just stared at you as if it buffered on how to respond, you moved your hand closer towards its hip, its skin was cold to the touch like it didn’t have warm blood, as if it was a cold reptile almost. You swallowed, your face heated up as you looked back at it, it calmed down at times it looked away.
Because there you two were, a torch you placed illuminating the space you two shared, it sat on the ground its legs pulled back to where the trap was, and you, sitting on your knees leaned forward so you could touch it’s legs. Your anxiety spiked when you saw it typing.
“How cute.”
You almost saw its eyes express an emotion of happiness as if it didn’t have a permanent resting smile, it moved closer, its mouth now up close to your ear, it's hot breath making its way down your neck.
“You're such a pervert.”
It moved its hands to rest on your waist, adjusting itself to pull you closer and below its body. It was able to loosen the wire so that it had wiggle room to open its legs. It pinned you down, looming over you as it made an effort to get as close to you as it could. Putting its forearms on the grass beneath you two, its breath warm and right against your neck. It knew what it was doing as its chest touched yours but it kept its hips in the air, making sure it couldn't touch yours.
It oddly was getting warm almost as if it was taking your body heat to mix it with its body, it moved its head so that its lips pressed against your neck. You let out a squeak, you could feel its smile imprinted into your neck. Your body happily swirled with butterflies of delight, making you want to move your legs and hips more, the more it teased you the more unbearable it became for you to keep still. Your arms wrapped around its back to hug it and keep it close, the other began to move your hips before moving your legs to hook around its, forcing it to press its pelvis against yours.
“I want you.”
You said, your tone with no room for misinterpretation. It shuddered hearing your words, it was an entity to be feared of, something that people would freeze in terror upon making eye contact with. But here you are, losing itself and getting lost within human contact to take what is presented. It placed soft gentle kisses along the side of your neck and jawline, its hands stopped propping itself up to let it fall onto you and making its tied legs work to keep just enough pressure off of you so it could slide its hands to your hips.
It worked its way down to your shirt neck, and stopped moving back up to place a kiss on your cheek. This was a shift in its actions, something that would murder you, that stabbed you to death and made your life annoying. Was acting like a sweetheart with you, rubbing its thumbs on your hip bone.
“The Knocker offers you an opportunity to get, heh, knocked up.”
No way it made a joke out of what you believed was its name. It must have thought it was some jokester, yet again it has made puns out of its name before..whatever, as much as you were panicking and also aroused you didn’t want to deny such an offer. Who knows if you’ll be able to do this again, this is an opportunity you cannot waste! You’ve been waiting to get a taste of it ever since you’ve called it your “boyfriend” you couldn’t help but to enthusiastically reply.
“Oh fuck yeah I would!”
“Greaatt…”
It dragged its word, it said it with the most upbeat tone it could produce. It’s touch is still soft and gentle, moving its way to grip your rear moving it’s hand in a way to almost make it jiggle. Chuckling and giggling came from your throat, you moved your head back as it attacked your neck, it kept its lips near your throat so it could feel the vibrations. Oh man it just kept on getting better, you felt smothered in a good way, so close to the being that stalked you.
It treated you like glass, being gentle with you, very soft and delicate. It’s fingers curled around the helm of your bottoms, pulling it down with your undergarments. You moved and shifted your legs so it could remove your lower clothing entirely, you were wet, too wet, your breathing hitched as you felt the cold night air hit your lower half. It adjusted itself, tugging at its hoodie so it didn’t cover its pelvis but kept it on. It grabbed your hips again before guiding you to grind on its smooth crotch.
The texture was weird, there was heat coming off of it and it didn’t feel like skin. But grinding against your inner lips, finding a way that stimulates your clit at the same time makes you suck in your breath. Grunts came from you at times, it kept on kissing and soon started to lick your neck. It continued to grind against you, desperately trying to milk moans from you but never hitting the right spot to do so, this was effectively dry humping in a sense.
However your juices began to lather its crotch, causing it to groan and grunt. It was more sensitive than you. Both of your faces were warm, hot almost, you kept panting, like this somehow made you out of breath. From it, it occasionally sighed out of its nose. The cold air from it’s breath made you shiver, it continued to toy with you, only grinding and kissing your neck, you swore at times it started sucking as to leave hickeys. You whined, upset that this was all that you were given. You decided to speak up on the matter.
“Is this all you got for ‘ knocking ‘ me up? Come on, give me some more..”
“The little mouse is hungry for more..The Knocker shall not disappoint.”
Keeping your hips in place, it moved its pelvis off of yours. Its hand moved to entry, using its middle finger to dip into your core. Using your wetness to act as a lube before moving it up towards your clit, it started circling right below the hood of your cliterus. You felt a new sensation, made your heart flutter and start to make noises that consistented of groans, moans, and pants of breath. It loved this, your sounds were like music to its ears it continued with its paste, making sure to not disappoint.
Its other hand made its way up your shirt, it's rather large hand resting below your breast, its claws grazing against your skin. It made you realize that it was going to hurt like hell if that made its way in you. You had to tell it. Because no way you wanted to suffer internal bleeding.
“Your claws, can you like hide them or something? I’ll end up bleeding internally if you decide to finger me.”
It lifted its head up, looking at you it nodded. Removed its finger from you for a second, it placed it back on your clit but you noticed that there wasn’t anything poking at your entrance now. That was good. It dipped its finger back into you again, making sure it got lube from your inners before rubbing again. You shuddered, a small gasp left you earning a deep rumbling chuckle from it, the feeling made your stomach flutter, you had a smile of euphoria, this felt awesome.
Your dream is finally coming true, gosh you loved this. It soon decided it was enough, moving to your opening, it circled it. Teasing you made its smile grow before it buried its head in your neck. You groaned, patting its back to show your frustration, it caved in and pushed its finger in. You realized how large its hands were, just one finger was thick and long, you felt it go past each knuckle. It didn’t hurt, nothing was being stretched, so it slowly began pumping its finger in and out of you.
Taking its time to feel up against your walls, curling its finger in you, your noises picked up. Whimpering and moaning, your sounds of approval made the knocker drool, you heard it suck back in its saliva every now and again, it mainly started to focus on sucking your neck while the hand that wasn’t in you fondled with your chest, its claws dragging lightly against your skin.
Getting more confident with you, it pumped its finger faster into you, causing your voice to rise a little higher. It would take effort to get you to full on moan so it had to put some work in, it didn’t mind at all however and continued getting as close as it possibly could to you, you were overjoyed.
You were such a weird thing, wanting to twiddle with monsters who had a humanized touch to it was just something to die for. Something that had to do with taming danger made it feel like playing with your life was exciting. The adrenaline rush that came with it was so arousing at times, especially now. You were at the mercy of the Knocker, and what sparked butterflies is that this sweetheart didn’t want to hurt you in this moment, it was very soft and tender with you. Taking care to ensure you didn’t get hurt.
Just the way that you were playing on the edge of paradise and death alone made you get close enough to the edge, feeling yourself slowly rise to your climax before you felt the second finger wiggle it’s way in. You gasped for air, not expecting the small shock of pain your body sent through to you, it sent your orgasm back a bit. It didn't stop, as soon as the second finger fully made its way in it began to stop sucking on your neck, and now only hovered over your jugular as it blindly felt through a new feeling. You were tighter than what it expected, not like it had experience on this matter but it definitely knew more than most beginners.
Your walls continued to be abused, its paste never dying down and staying consistent. Rubbing every now and again against your walls, pressing against the nerves that ran along your insides. It was getting you very close, that was perfect though, you started to grip and claw at its hoodie, legs shaking. Fuck it felt so good. Your eyes started to roll back, a big grin plastered on your face, this was it, you felt your coil begin to snap under pressure. Feeling yourself release on its fingers felt like dancing on clouds.
You laid down, your body relaxing, letting your arms slip from around its back and fall onto the grass. You hungered for more, feeling tired but not letting that consume you as you watched the tall lanky black figure sit up. Your eyes never moved away from the way it brought up its fingers and deliciously licked away at your juices as if it was savoring your flavor.
It scooted closer towards the trap, unknowing of how much blood it lost during that interaction. It didn’t cross your mind that it was still trapped, you just rested, watching as it turned around to so desperately try to untie the wire. It did end up succeeding. Slipping its feet out of the trap, it threw the remaining wire away from the two of you. It wasn’t done, however.
“Look at you, so small my mouse. You look so cute from up here.”
It breathed, moving you closer towards its hips. Starting to shake before you like the times it did before, this time it was out of pure excitement and being anxious to feel up inside of you again.
It took the fingers that it placed inside of you and used it to feel around on its crotch, eventually finding a slit to plummet its thick digits into. You watched in tired fascination, so out of it but yet so into whatever it was doing. From the looks of it, it ended up fingering itself for a moment before helping a long appendage slip out from the slit in its body. Holy shit. It matched the same color as its body, thick around the base but smoothed out into something slimmer, longer than what was deemed average for your kind, you’d have to say 6 ish inches maybe, it had what looked to be a sharper version of a head and had harmless spikes run down the bottom of it.
That would be fun to put into you…oh wait it is
“Fffuckk, is that your..?”
Through a slurred start, you asked your question. It seemed your reaction wasn’t what it was looking for as it shifted away, looking at the ground around it now. Less confident in its actions.
“Do you not like it, my dear? The Knocker suggests that other things can be of use in its replacement.”
Its voice got quieter, as if it knew it wasn’t normal.
With its sweet words, you felt bad for staring at it. It shined with a wet slick that covered the whole thing, it was rock hard too, and had a slight curve to it. God you wanted it in you. You had to tell it how bad you needed that thing in you, it would be fun to experience such an interesting thing that was different from what you had normally seen.
“No no, I don’t need other things. I want the real thingg. Come on, please, put it in me.”
You had almost a whine in your voice, its head almost snapped towards you when you said that. Shifting back to close the very small distance it had left you. There was something it liked about your sentence, you didn’t know what though. Maybe it was your wording or something but it definitely brought something out in it.
“Very well. The Knocker requests if you’d. Beg. For it to be inside of you. Preparation is in place while The Knocker waits…”
Oh. That’s what it liked. The way you begged, huh. While you began to think of some mindless babble that got the dark figure satisfied. It began to start to spit on its hand and used it to act almost like a lube, you knew it wouldn’t be enough but you thanked the consideration it had. So kind and thoughtful it was.
“Uhm..Please?”
You sucked at that, man that was horrible. Even it thought it was too as it stopped what it was doing and stared up at you. Like it was silently asking if that’s all you had. It shook its head no and continued to lather its cock with its saliva.
“Come onnn, you’ve treated me so well. I’m just dying for more, please baby? Why don’t you do it for me? I promise you’d it would be worth your while.”
You hoped that would work.
“Not what the Knocker was looking for, but will do the Knocker suppose.”
With a growl in its voice, it rubbed the tip against your entry, lathering it up more before pushing slowly in. It didn’t hurt at first but the more it gradually got thicker and wider is where the pain started. Slowly it split you open, you groaned but it could tell that it wasn’t one from pleasure. It stopped, its hands that rested on your hips now rubbed them as it waited patiently to start up again. But it needed you in a ready state to continue. It waited for several moments, waiting for your body to adjust to the new appendage that decided to make way inside of you.
You moved your hips to test the water, and after being met with only a slight discomfort you continued to move your hips to get it to move more. The Knocker understood your message and started with shallow thrusts, you felt so full. The pain danced with pleasure, the discomfort was one you could get over. Closing your eyes you laid your head back on the grass, letting your sounds run free as it continued to slowly get adjusted to you. It twitched inside you constantly, drool dripping from its mouth onto your shirt, it was patient but hungered for more.
Its hand found its way to yours before intertwining its fingers with yours, like a gentle gesture to you while it picked up its thrusts. It took a while for it to get lost in the feeling, to let itself go. To let its head hang back and let the drool run down its neck, to feel everything inside of you, it was addictive. The texture rubbed against your walls, attacking the sensitive sensation you felt inside of you as the uncomfortable feeling faded out into just pure pleasure.
This was what you wanted. Everything from how you started it, to how it’s playing out. It fits right into your palm. Your little monster freak obsession had played out perfectly in the end, you danced in your mind, this slowly needy but inherently soft creature that had threatened you and stalked you for months on end. Is treating you like glass, like you're a soft teddy bear, holding your hand like that arouses you. Trying to not just use you and showing that you matter to it. It drove you crazy.
“How do you enjoy this, little mouse?”
It’s voice, it dripped with arousal and honey, you enjoyed this too much. You let out a light giggle, your sounds, your music, it was getting louder. You just needed to find the ways to express yourself as your mind slowly turned into static. The good kind, the kind that makes you giddy with joy, the pleasure that makes you lively for days. However you just couldn’t. So the other hand that was free just gave a weak thumbs up while it got quick and sharper with its movements.
“How lovely…”
Lifting up your shirt and soon its jacket, it laid itself onto you, skin against skin, your sweat made it easy for it to slide. Its pants and huffs all in your ear, it was like a melody. A sweet tune that only you could hear. You squealed, excited by the sudden closeness, you clenched around it suddenly, making it groan. Moving its head down to your neck it began to suck, silencing its sounds for a moment, you didn’t care. What mattered was the friction less movement you felt in your cervix and the wet sounds that you two made, the sensation was unbelievable and you could tell it thought so too.
Its movement became less unified than before, sloppy it became while it got even faster. Other hand using it as support as to not crush you while it basically pounded into you, you sang your song right in its ear. The sucking had a nibble to it, you yelped and so it stopped. It took care of you in the more arousing and idiotic way you wanted it too, like it was straight out of the books you write about it.
Its groans became louder, becoming the fastest it could. Sounds quicken, it’s coil was gonna snap and it would snap deep inside of you, just where you wanted it. It buried its face in the crook of your neck, almost trying to hide itself, fluttering your eyes open as you looked down at it. Smiling as you spoke heavy and almost like you weren’t quite there.
“Look at me when you cum in me, filthy creature.”
It whined at the sudden name call, but obliged. Looking at you with its dead eyes, it took its final movements in you. Almost snapping its hips in and out before ramming the deepest it could go, shuddering as it left its remains in you, its liquid to claim you. Like it could even reproduce, you, although unsure if it could, didn't care in the moment. What mattered was the warm feeling you felt in your lower abdomen continuously spill into you. The Knocker twitched while it split its love in you, watching as its eyes struggled to stay open. When it decided it was enough it removed its lower appendage from your body.
Groaning as you felt it be removed from you. It leaned back up, shaking a little, it wasted no time moving to stand up. It stumbled a little, moving to the side of you. You laid there, you weren’t even sure what it was going to do, you heaved like a cheetah. Mouth dry and become cold as you rested, suddenly you feel a hand on your stomach and soon massage down to your lower abdomen. You groaned as you felt some of your stomach push out his fill, it oozed out of you, it did that a few times before picking you up in its arms and carrying you to your house.
The dark figure laid you on your bed, treating you like you were its partner all along. Giving you a kiss on the forehead before taking some cloth and cleaning your opening, so generous it was. Your eyes started to blink away to sleep, but were awakened with a glass of water. It tilted your head up, doing all of the work for you, it pressed the glass against your lips and you took sips of water, regaining your thirst. The exhaustion ate you alive as you soon drifted off to sleep, however the sound of moving and shuffling was heard.
When you awoke, you had a black rose on your table.