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The weight of the mace in his hand was unforgettable, Wemmbu gave a maniac smile as blood splattered on his cheek, the deep red contrasting with Wemmbu’s pale porcelain skin. The look of fear in his enemies eyes when three people had been smashed like they were nothing, the sickening crunch of bones was something Wemmbu heard occasionally– something that he didn’t mind.
But to the person that was on the floor? They were uncontrollably sobbing from losing two of his allies, it couldn’t be comprehended how sich hearing that sound felt. Diamond armour hung loosely around their form as Wemmbu’s expression didn’t change, he lifted his mace one more, ready to bring it down on the unfortunate player who had crossed paths with him.
The player closed their eyes, just hoping for a quick death, not wanting to bear anymore pain any longer. That player felt wind brush against his head, the ground beside him cracking as he lost his center of gravity, almost falling over alongside the mace he was destined to die to.
Wemmbu snarled as a glass bottle was thrown directly at him, hitting him square in the head– it didn’t give him any injuries due to the armour that protected him thoroughly. Wemmbu hated the feeling of an unknown substance wetting his hair, dripping down the back of his neck. He forgot that there was still another player that was present– he didn’t count how many he had killed.
He gave a short tsk, picking his mace up again– the avian was slightly agitated, he came here to clear out all these chungies, not to get soaked in whatever potion they just threw at him. Wemmbu wanted to make this quick.
. . .
Walking out the base he took his helmet off, shaking his head trying to get the excess liquid out. He opened up his inventory before noticing the book and quill in it– that's right Manepear wanted him to get some orange dye for more banners. He’d quickly drop by Capital City first– it shouldn’t take too long anyways.
Wemmbu equipped his elytra, taking rockets out of his inventory, he told himself that this would just take a few minutes, a quick errand that he had to run.
In almost no time the gates of Capital City came into clearing. He didn’t bother stopping at the gate to greet the guards, he flew over the gate, not bothering to waste a single second. The avian landed on the ground without any trouble, he looked around in his inventory before sticking closer to the wall, placing an e-chest down. It didn’t take him long to get a few diamond blocks and pick the e-chest up again.
Wemmbu looked around, it didn’t look like there was any dye being sold in this part of the city.
After just a few minutes of wandering Wemmbu stopped in front of this stall, which was being run by an elderly woman– she had item frames lined up with different varieties of dye. Wemmbu greeted her politely asking if she could get him at least two stacks of dye. The old lady smiled– she hadn’t gotten any customers in a while and instantly rushed to the back of her stall.
When she came back out again she had two pouches of dye. Wemmbu just placed his shulker box and put the dye inside before tossing her a stack of diamond blocks.
“Keep the change.”
Wemmbu didn’t even spare a second glance as he mined the shulker and equipped his elytra, white sparks erupting from the firework rockets. Something was urging him to get back to the tree house. He felt the world churn slightly before he recklessly used even more fireworks, not realising what he was doing in the moment.
—-
Manepear was sitting down in his usual spot, a deck high up in the tree. He liked often sitting here in the afternoon as the sunset would be clearly visible to him. It had been just over forty minutes since Wemmbu left to put a group of bandits out of commission. They had been bothering them for quite a while now, often hanging around the bottom of the tree.
The afternoon glow was a beautiful color, it went well with the orange shades that Manepear would often wear. He hoped that Wemmbu would get back sooner so he could drag the demon to watch the sunset with him. It was something that he did often, even when the avian would groan in protest, muttering something about it being boring to watch the sky change colors.
The lion rolled around in the patch of grass that they put on the deck, what was taking Wemmbu so long– if he recalled there were only five bandits, something that Wemmbu should easily be able to take care of. Manepear pushed himself off the ground, he looked stupid doing that.
Maybe he’d go downstairs and find some golden carrots if he didn’t eat all of them already– he should’ve asked Wemmbu to buy him some alongside the orange dye that he requested earlier. The lion stood up, stretching his limbs before turning his heel already ready to raid the pantry.
But his ears twitched.
Any thought that Manepear previously had was gone, he took his sword out the sheath before climbing the ropes up to the top of the tree, he could’ve sworn he heard a crash. Manepear’s legs carried him to the other side of the tree, the wind whipped through his dreads but he didn’t stop running– there was something, or rather someone here, and Manepear wasn’t about to just ignore it.
Manepear stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a disheveled heap of leaves. Cautiously he approached it, his netherite sword already drawn, the enchants were glistening in the sunlight. He braced for something to jump out and attack him but as he got closer he saw purple feathers– parts of an elytra.
An elytra he came to recognise anywhere..
“Wemmbu?”
The words were pulled out of Manepear's throat as he stopped before looking down at Wemmbu, his hair was a mess– it was still held together by a thin black hair tie but other than that there were strands of hair sticking out everywhere. Wemmbu wasn’t unconscious at all, it looked like he walked slightly before collapsing– what could have possibly happened?
The avian's face was flushed, lips slightly apart as a warm red spread across his cheeks. Wemmbu opened his eyes, looking at Manepear. He didn’t know whether or not he should be glad or pissed. He wasn’t feeling like himself right now– everything was warm. He didn’t want Manepear to see him like this– but at the same time seeing him there, so close just made his chest tighten alongside the tips of his ears turning into a light shade of pink.
“Manepear don’t–”
Wemmbu’s warning was a little too late as Manepear had already bent down and picked Wemmbu up, making him wrap his legs around the lion’s waist. The demon put his arms around Manepear’s neck, burying his face in the lion's shoulder. Wemmbu couldn’t help but whimper slightly at the touch, he felt so fucking hot right now and Manepear’s touch wasn’t helping– even if it was to pick him up. He didn’t miss the twitch in Manepear’s ears, he definitely heard that.
“You’re going to tell me what happened.”
Manepear was serious– as soon as he picked Wemmbu up he didn’t smell that faint familiar lavender scent, it was still there but it was pretty faint. His tail remained lowered, but the tip slightly curled upwards in feigned confusion. He was like a child that didn’t understand a math problem.
Manepear wasn’t about to ignore the elephant in the room though. Wemmbu’s scent lingered with something else, something that Manepear knows what it is but doesn’t at the same time. It wasn’t the scent of another person– no, it was entirely different. The lion’s tail lacked rhythm. It twitched slightly from time to time but that was about it. He was solely focused on the avian before him.
He was slightly annoyed. Wemmbu was gone for no longer than an hour– he wasn’t mad at Wemmbu, a part of him was mad at himself for just sending Wemmbu out there in the first place. He should’ve been there. At the same time he was also mad because he couldn’t find out the source of the problem and Wemmbu didn’t look like he was in the right state to speak.
“Manepear please– I feel so.. I feel so fucking– God I can’t even talk properly. I just feel so delirious. I don’t– I don’t know what happe-” Manepear shushed him before he could speak more. He probably sounded so pathetic talking either way.
“Mane… Please I want–” His words were slurring.
“Wemmbu, calm down.” The lion brought his hands up to Wemmbu’s horns, rubbing the base of them gently. Wemmbu’s body shook from the touch– he felt so weak right now, so fragile from caving just because of one simple action. A quiet moan came from Wemmbu’s mouth before he could stop himself, Manepear didn’t expect that– but that didn’t stop the smirk that grew on his face.
“Needy are you?” Wemmbu didn’t even object to Manepear’s words, didn’t make a fuss about it or anything. He just gave a small whimper– unable to even protest right now.
“Mhm..”
The demon leaned into the touch, craving more almost instantly. Manepear indulged Wemmbu’s desire, rubbing the base of his horns as he stepped down the stairs– still carrying a Wemmbu which clearly wasn’t in his right mind. A part of Manepear liked it– he liked Wemmbu like this. Pathetic– dependent on him. Unable to do anything for himself. As much as he loved the cold demon Wemmbu was it was arousing to see him like this. Somewhat like he craved Manepear.
Not that Manepear minded though.
He pushed open the door to his bed, setting Wemmbu down on the bed. The demon whined at the loss of contact, wanting Manepear to just stay holding him– rubbing his horns. But he soon quickly came to relax in the soft bedsheets, finding it warm. Manepear was pacing around the room, trying to figure out what was going on. Wemmbu didn’t even protest when he touched his horns.
The lion walked over to his desk, tail flicking around behind him. He was frantically opening drawers trying to find his book and quill– wanting to document this or try to find a solution for this. Manepear looked at his shelves before finally noticing that's where he left it. He reached a hand up to grab the book and quill but knocked something over in the process.
“Fuck–”
Manepear froze. Staring at the shattered glass on the ground and the dark liquid– it smelt just like Wemmbu. God, Manepear knew exactly what that was.
Aphrodisiacs.
“Wemmbu.”
Manepear walked to the edge of the bed, Wemmbu was laying down, he didn’t have his cape on anymore it was discarded on the floor. The lion's tail began a steady side to side swish, like a transition from observation to engagement. The avian stared at him, sitting up. He stared at Manepear in confusion.
“What is it..?”
“You’re aware that your under the influence of aphrodisiacs, right?”
Wemmbu stayed silent for the first few seconds, his mind was hazy but he laid back down, rolling over to his side facing away from Manepear. The lion sighed– crawling into bed beside Wemmbu. He wrapped his arms around Wemmbu’s waist, pulling him flush against him. Wemmbu shivered once more but didn’t try push Manepear away.
“Mane....” Wemmbu’s words were slurred but he still managed. Barely that is. “I– I want..”
“Use your words, Wemmbu.” Manepear lightly nipped at the skin on Wemmbu’s nape. Getting a moan out of him.
“Mane I want– I want you to fuck me.. Please?”
“Mm.. Good boy you even said please.”
Manepear bit down on Wemmbu’s neck, not even bothering to be gentle anymore. Wemmbu let out a yelp but he gave a moan at the same time. Manepear licked the spot that he just bit, a bruise already forming there. Wemmbu turned around to Face Manepear— he doesn’t know whether or not that was a good idea as he was instantly pushed onto his back with Manepear going on top of him.
Wemmbu gasped— but was cut off with lips getting pressed against his, he barely got time to react before a tongue was shoved into his mouth, thoroughly exploring him despite it having already explored everything. Wemmbu couldn’t help but groan into the kiss, rubbing himself against Manepear— he knew the lion was hard.
For a few moments he forgot how to breathe when Manepear pulled away. He didn’t like the loss but reluctantly agreed. His shirt was getting tugged up and without any hesitation he put his arms up, allowing Manepear to undress him. He was going to start crying if Manepear didn’t touch him in the next few minutes— he could already feel himself getting wet, soaking his underwear.
Manepear took his time, even when Wemmbu was moaning, urging him to get it over with but no— Manepear took his time undressing Wemmbu. He barely got the shirt off and he hasn’t even moved to undo Wemmbu’s belt.
“Manepear.. God if you don’t—“
“Shut up.” Manepear grabbed the back of Wemmbu’s neck— pulling him into another bruising kiss, only pulling away at the brink of suffocation. He bit down hard on Wemmbu’s lower lip, close to drawing blood. Wemmbu stayed silent except for the moans Manepear was drawing out.
Now that Wemmbu’s shirt was off Manepear bit his collarbone, leaving another bite mark there as then sucked on his neck, a deep purple colour forming already. Wemmbu was squirming around but Manepear kept him pinned down, being the one in control of the situation.
His hand came to the back of his head, untying the knot of his blindfold, the orange fabric was now loosely sitting in Manepear’s hand. Manepear finally opened his eyes, staring at Wemmbu’s expression. Seeing the glassy eyes and his flushed face. His entire expression was disbelieved and Manepear loved it.
He loved seeing Wemmbu like this.
His amethyst eyes seemed so clear as tears were pricking. Manepear pressed a gentle kiss to Wemmbu’s temple before leaning back. “Wemmbu— sit up for just a moment.” Without question Wemmbu obeyed the order, his vision was then cut off with a blindfold coming around his eyes, being tightly tied at the back.
Manepear’s tail was now excitedly swishing around, absolutely restless.
He guided Wemmbu to lay back down, undoing his belt and taking it off at a rather slow pace. Wemmbu whined but Manepear didn’t listen. He bent down and pressed kisses to Wemmbu’s waist, taking his time. After all it was still only the afternoon. They could go all night if he really wanted.
Manepear finally pulled Wemmbu’s pants down after what felt like an eternity, the demon was honestly relieved when Manepear also undressed his underwear in the same minute. Wemmbu’s clothes were discarded on the floor. The demon twitched at the cold air that hit his pussy. Manepear hurriedly got his clothes off at the same time, not wanting to waste any more time. His cock was already hard from Wemmbu attempting to rub against him.
Manepear’s tail draped itself over Wemmbu’s stomach before trailing down and wrapping around his bare thigh. Wemmbu let out a small whimper as the unfamiliar sensation that he was greeted with. He wasn’t so sure what it was but if he had to guess the he’d assume it was Manepear’s tail.
“Already that wet? We haven’t even started sweetheart.”
He flipped Wemmbu around, shoving his face in the pillow as he spat on his fingers, impatiently lining it up against Wemmbu’s ass before it intruded all so suddenly, Wemmbu moaned loudly, not even bothering to muffle the sound and that turned Manepear on even more. Hearing all those sweet sounds coming out of Wemmbu’s mouth was such a delight for Manepear. He loved it.
Of course he did. He loved Wemmbu.
Wemmbu’s moans only got louder as the lions fingers curled inside him, his fleshy walls clenched around those two fingers. Manepear was searching for his prostate while attempting to stretch him out at the same time.
“Fuck Wemm. Look at you already moaning like that just after two fingers.”
Wemmbu clenched tightly, his body convulsing the moment Manepear finally found his sweet spot. He wasn’t about to abuse it just yet— the lion slid another finger inside, stretching Wemmbu out trying to prep him as best as he could. Manepear wasn’t that cruel. He suddenly withdrew and Wemmbu whined.
“Mane. I need you in me— fuck— I don’t care if it’s you— I just need anything in me.”
Manepear grabbed a fistful of Wemmbu’s hair, roughly pulling it. He looked at Wemmbu’s blindfolded face and bit down hard on his shoulder— Manepear was aware that he was a lion. There was a thin line of blood that began to bead and threaten to drip. Manepear lapped at it with his tongue as Wemmbu let out a pained hiss but a groan at the same time.
“Listen here slut. You don’t get to choose what you want right now.” Manepear made it clear to Wemmbu that he was the one in control— that he was the one that held power in this situation. Wemmbu knew that Manepear was rough during sex— he knew what he was asking for.
Manepear shoved Wemmbu’s head back down into the pillow, muffling him before pushing his ass up, making it exposed to the lion. His tail that was wrapped around Wemmbu’s thigh now spread his legs open even wider before uncoiling and wrapping around his ankle instead.
He didn’t give Wemmbu any time to respond before slamming his cock into him. Wemmbu made a pathetic chocked sound, clutching the bedsheets tightly as Manepear also grunted, putting a hand on Wemmbu’s knee for support as he set his pace, exiting until only the tip remained before slamming back in, Wemmbu would yelp every single time.
“F-fuck Mane!..” Wemmbu could only helplessly moan his name out.
The pathetic noises coming out of him were cute. Manepear loved hearing Wemmbu like this, a moaning mess where the only thing on his mind was him. Manepear was a selfish person, he wasn’t going to deny it. He wanted Wemmbu’s only thought to be him. Just Manepear. Nothing else— not his maces, not Flame. Him.
“You’re so good for me.”
Wemmbu’s prostate was being hit every few seconds. His stomach felt warm and all in knots— he knew it wasn’t going to be long until he came. Manepear knew he was also close when his pace changed— getting sloppier. The feeling of Wemmbu clenching around him and knowing he was in control of him right now— it was driving him insane.
His hand brushed over the tattoo near Wemmbu’s hip bone— a tattoo of his claw marks. The same design of his banner. Fuck. His hand ran over the tattoo, Wemmbu’s body shook as he did so.
Wemmbu’s entire body convulsed when he came, Manepear noticed but he didn’t stop— he fucked Wemmbu through his high. Not caring whether or not the demon was overstimulated.
He was ruthless— not allowing Wemmbu to take a break, not giving him a moment to breathe. He overstimulated Wemmbu.
“Wemm. Do you want me to cu—“
“In.”
Manepear was about to pull out but the demon made his decision, with one final thrust he buried himself deep inside of the avian, white hot ropes quickly filled Wemmbu’s ass, the cum steadily dripped out of Wemmbu’s behind, running down his thighs.
“Mm you liked that you whore?”
Wemmbu gave a weak nod as he was flipped around once more. The moment Manepear pulled out cum instantly dripped out, it if wasn’t noticeable before it absolutely was now. Wemmbu’s face flushed with embarrassment as he felt the cum slowly drip out of him. His hands came up to his face, trying to cover himself but Manepear firmly grasped his wrists, he pinned both of them above Wemmbu’s head.
“Don’t hide now slut. You weren’t shy when you asked me to fuck you earlier.”
“That!— that’s different.”
Wemmbu gave a chuckle, his voice was deep as his other hand went to Wemmbu’s chin, tilting his head up and bringing him in for a kiss. It wasn’t as rough as earlier but it definitely wasn’t soft. Manepear swallowed every single one of Wemmbu’s soft moans— how greedy he is.
Manepear realised he was still hard, without so much as a second thought he lined his dick up against Wemmbu’s pussy. The demon got a strangled noises out of him before he was penetrated again— this time without any prep.
“Goddamnit— fuck your tight you little shit.”
Wemmbu felt like he was melting. He loved being degraded by Manepear as weird as it was. The protest died in his throat as his body betrayed him once more— he was going to ask Manepear to stop but god did this feel so good. The lion fucked Wemmbu’s over sensitive pussy, he released his wrists and Wemmbu didn’t attempt to cover his face again.
Wemmbu’s legs were spread, he half wrapped himself around Manepear as the lions hands held Wemmbu’s waist— keeping him in place. Manepear looked down, admiring the tattoo on Wemmbu. He was always a dirty person like that. Manepear would say that Wemmbu looked most beautiful in moments like this— moments where he was completely vulnerable. Wemmbu didn’t care that he was being roughly treated right now.
Manepear’s dick twitched inside Wemmbu— he was still searching for his prostate inside his pussy, in a rush he didn’t even prep him just went for it when Wemmbu was sore. Manepear didn’t care. The pleasure overrode his emotions.
“Mane.”
“Mm shut the fuck up. Keep making pathetic noises instead.”
Manepear’s hand moved, unconsciously wrapping around Wemmbu’s throat, his fingers tightening as Wemmbu gasped, his hands didn’t fly towards his neck and try to free himself from Manepear’s grasp— he knew Manepear wouldn’t try hurt him. Wemmbu seriously started to struggle breathing— he didn’t know whether or not he should be worried.
The pleasure and pain mixed together, making Wemmbu absolutely delirious— loving the feeling of being choked by the very same man that was currently fucking him. The thought of being choked made him clench even tighter around Manepear’s warm cock that was relentlessly bullying his already sore pussy as he was fucked through his previous orgasm.
He kept moaning out Manepear’s name— the only thoughts in Wemmbu’s head was Manepear. That was the only thing he could think of. Wemmbu felt content here— impaled by Manepear’s hard cock. Being fucked through an orgasm and treated like he was nothing.
Wemmbu loved it.
Manepear’s pace never changed, it was still that same punishing rhythm that would drive Wemmbu insane every single time. Behind the blindfold Wemmbu’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, he felt absolutely insane right now, stomach in knots and his head was clear with only one thought in mind.
“Ma— Mane…” Wemmbu almost screamed when Manepear thrusted deep inside of him, making sure that he finished inside Wemmbu— even as the lion came he still continued moving. Tears began to prick at Wemmbu’s eyes. The blindfold getting damp as it collected all of the tears. Wemmbu didn’t know why he was crying.
“Take it, cunt.”
He barely noticed when Manepear withdrew his hand from around his throat— but he did notice when the lion pulled out. Wemmbu choked on his own sounds, his throat hurt like shit— purple already starting to become visible.
Manepear stared at Wemmbu, he stared at the beautiful tear soaked blindfolds as his mouth was slightly open, drool coming from the corner of it, he knows he just fucked Wemmbu silly. Manepear shook his head, he really looked at Wemmbu, his gaze landed on his neck— purple bruises were already forming from his doing.
He looked at Wemmbu’s wrecked form, the cum that was on the bedsheets already drying up, he looked at Wemmbu’s abused hole and sticked a finger inside, mixing the fluids around before withdrawing it and bringing it to Wemmbu’s mouth.
“Darling please open your mouth.”
Wemmbu obeyed, Manepear shoved his finger in and Wemmbu sucked without hesitation. It was slightly sweet with a salty taste.
“M-mane..”
The lion took one last glance at Wemmbu, looking at all the bruises, the ones around his waist, hips and mostly around his neck from when he was biting. He looked at Wemmbu’s lips that were a deep red.
“I’m here.” He pulled Wemmbu close to him, he knew that he might’ve went a little overboard.
“Wemm. Wait here real quick okay..?”
The avian gave a weak nod before Manepear stood up, he walked over to the bathroom and picked out a soft cloth; running it under warm water before returning to Wemmbu.
Manepear undid the blindfold and their eyes met. Wemmbu wanted to cry once again seeing Manepear’s expression— he looked at him with so much love. Even though Manepear can be rough, Wemmbu knows how much he cares and it means so much to him.
“Here. Let me help you—“ The lion put Wemmbu into a sitting position, bringing him onto his lap before taking the cloth and wiping his backside before going to his pussy. Manepear was gentle with his actions. Not wanting to harm Wemmbu any further.
He placed a gentle kiss on Wemmbu’s neck where purple was blooming. A beautiful shade of it. Wemmbu smiled faintly. The lion gently laid Wemmbu back down, making sure he was comfortable and he discarded the cloth on the ground alongside the pile of clothes.
“Are you feeling better? I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
“I feel— I feel so fucking good right now.”
“That’s good to hear.” Manepear lightly chuckled, the sound was easy and pleasant. “Just take it easy Wemm— I’ll take care of you this week okay? Let me make it up to you.”
The lions tail tangled with Wemmbu’s— Manepear relaxed beside the demon, Wemmbu instantly shifted closer to Manepear and he responded by putting a hand around Wemmbu’s waist as the other hand went up to his head. Wemmbu was flush against Manepear, chest to chest.
Mane’s hand caressed Wemmbu’s hair for a few seconds before going to rub the base of his horns. Wemmbu nuzzled deeper into Manepear’s shoulder, loving the affection he was getting.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Wemmbu.”