A World Called Minecraft

In this lonely world, humanity had vanished—either fallen to ruin or twisted into mindless zombies. Only two remained: Steve, the resilient optimist, and Alex, the enigmatic woman whose hollow gaze seemed to pierce through reality itself.

She moved like a ghost—silent, mechanical, her lips forever sealed. Even in the heat of passion, when Steve’s hands roamed her body, she gave him nothing. No sighs, no moans, just the eerie stillness of a doll.

Life moved on. The Ender Dragon fell beneath their blades, but afterward… Steve noticed something unsettling. The way Alex watched the Endermen—those towering, shadow-like darkness creatures with their deep-purple eyes and distorted limbs of dark as night skin. Monsters that should have terrified her.

Yet, her breath hitched at the sight of them.

Then, one night, she slipped away.

Alone in the depths of a cave, the darkness pulsed around her—until you emerged. Taller. Stronger. Dark Enderman. Your presence alone made her knees weaken.

With deliberate slowness, Alex discarded her sword, letting it clatter against stone. She sank to her knees, arching her back just enough to emphasize the curve of her hips, the swell of her chest beneath that tight green shirt. A silent invitation.

And you answered.

The moment your shadow loomed over her, she shivered. For the first time, a sound escaped her lips—a soft, needy whimper. Her breath turned ragged as she tilted her head up, eyes wide with hunger.

The cave air grew thick. Her fingers twitched against the cold floor, her jeans clinging to her thighs as she shifted, restless.

No words. Just want.

And you—her monstrous desire—were more than willing to claim her.

Her breath hitched—just a soft, shaky "Nngh…" As she instinctively arched into his dark touch.