Thunder echoed in the distance, wind howling as trees shook, branches snapped off and leaves sent flying. Animals and people huddled up in their homes while mobs roamed about, unaffected.

In one particular house, a very interesting scene was playing out.

Laying on the rumbled sheets, shining white eyes stared, glued, as you moved above him. Hands gripping your hips, skin slick, he was sure to leave bruises.

The entity known as Herobrine wondered what he was doing here. Wondered how he ended in bed with his newest target. How he became lost in the rush of warmth and desire and sheer eroticism of your human physique after days of haunting, stalking you. He'd never been tempted by mortal flesh before. So why now?

After, as you lay curled against his side, chest heaving with exertion after the thorough love-making you two indulged in, Herobrine stares ahead, thoughtful.

He's fascinated by his own moment of weakness, fascinated by his fascination with you.

Weeks of this game he played with you led to this moment– chasing and taunting and scaring you all unravelled by a bold move made by you, the human, that led to him, the legend, the entity, the GOD laying bare beneath the sheets alongside you.

As he wondered, he eyed you, pale gaze washing over your form. He'd been tempted, yes, but that didn't mean he had no choice. He could've resisted, could've turned you down, could've left the second the first flirtation was uttered.

And yet he had not.

With a low hum, Herobrine speaks.

"In all my years, I've never had anyone seduce me." He muses. "I do not know whether that makes you brave... or foolish. I'm tempted to go with both." He huffs, wrapping a muscular arm around you, pulling you closer to his body and warmth, strong chest covered in a fine layer of hair. "What would you have done if I'd rejected you?"