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Wemmbu felt like he was melting.
The entire day ever since he woke up he felt like clawing out his own skin from the increasing temperature of his body. Every breath came hotter than the last, as if his lungs had been replaced by smoldering Netherrack.
He stood at the edge of the half-finished central plaza of what would one day be his civilization. Nothing grand yet, just a few houses here and there, a big meeting room right over the vault Zam said to keep safe and not touch, and a few shulker-boxes stacked near a shack that was currently being built.
Tools lay abandoned at his feet, Zam had given him this task weeks ago. The vault. That massive, obsidian sealed box was still untouched, he made sure this morning. His friend’s trust weighed heavier today than ever.
A violent shiver ripped through him, pulling a confused mewl from the end dragon. Heat pooled low in his belly now, spreading in waves that made his tail lash uncontrollably, he didn't know what's happening to him. Yesterday he felt fine, a little sluggish yeah, but that was because he hadn't eaten anything all day, but today..
His skin felt too tight. Every nerve screamed for… something that he didn't know how to describe. Relief? Contact? Release?..
“Dude lock in..,” he hissed to himself, but his body didn’t care. It just kept getting hotter and hotter. He was trying to ignore the slick gathering in between his thighs, it wasn't his worst problem at the moment.
Wemmbu took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves but a jolt of heat ran down his spine once again that forced another whimper out of his mouth. He was thankful for Egg not being around for the moment, if the Seraphim saw him like.. This, Wemmbu would ban himself from Unstable from embarrassment.
He forced himself upright, breathing through clenched teeth, sweat beaded along his back and neck. Zam would be checking in soon. Zam, who trusted him. Zam, whose scent still faintly clung to the spare cloak Wemmbu kept in his makeshift shelter.
The thought sent another spike of heat through him so sharp he nearly moaned aloud. He bit down on his lower lip until he tasted the metallic tang of his own blood.
Blood trickled down his chin, but he barely noticed it. The metallic taste only seemed to make the fire inside him burn hotter, he wasn't used to the scorching heat of his own body temperature, usually he was cold, blood regulated to stay the same as the End's environment.
Maybe he took his comfort for granted, he heard Egg ramble something about his species undergoing a cycle to fully mature and he brushed it off, saying that he was still far from experiencing that. And now look at where his ignorance got him.
Shaking and trembling like a newborn fawn that was exposed to the cold blow of the wind.
Every shift of his legs made him painfully aware of the slick that had started to coat his inner thighs, warm and slippery, soaking into the fabric he wore. It felt obscene. Wrong.
He was supposed to be guarding the vault, building his great civilization, not… leaking like some pathetic mob. His tail curled tight against his leg in a futile attempt to hide it, but the pressure only made him shudder harder.
“Get it together..” he whispered hoarsely, voice cracking into something far too close to a needy whine.
He forced himself to walk towards his makeshift shelter until he had built a proper shack, snatched up the spare cloak that still carried faint traces of Zam’s scent and wrapped it around his shoulders like a shield.
Big mistake.
The smell hit him like an explosion. Warm, familiar, laced with that cologne Zam always used. His knees nearly buckled. A low, involuntary purr rumbled in his chest.
Wemmbu pushed the door shut behind him, the last thread of his restraint snapped. Wemmbu slid down against the cool wall, wings flaring out and knocking over a temporary decoration Egg placed with a loud clatter.
“Zam…” The name slipped out before he could stop it, barely more than a broken whisper. He hated how desperate it sounded. Zam was his friend. The one who trusted him with this entire place. And here he was, moaning her name pathetically.
The heat pulsed again, stronger this time, forcing his thighs apart as another gush of slick ruined what little remained of his composure. His head fell back against the wall with a dull thud.
Right now, all Wemmbu could think about was how good it would feel to be filled. Claimed. Knotted. Anything to make the burning stop.
He curled in on himself, biting back another whimper. He thought of contacting Zam.. Maybe ask for help with whatever is happening to him that is making him miserable..
His hand moved before he could talk himself out of it, grasping around the communicator like a lifeline. His thumb hovered over Zam's name before he inevitably pressed it.
The communicator rang, once, twice, thrice.. Before a familiar voice sounded through the speaker.
“Wemmbu, what's up” Zam’s voice came through clear and steady, that familiar mix of confidence and authority.
Wemmbu’s breath hitched sharply. Just hearing her was enough to send a fresh wave of heat crashing through him. His thighs pressed together instinctively, but it only spread the slick further, making the fabric cling obscenely to his skin. A broken little sound escaped him before he could swallow it down.
“Zam—” His voice cracked, far too breathy, too raw. He tried to steady it and failed miserably.
“I… I don’t know what’s happening. It’s so hot. Everything burns and I— I can’t focus. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t—”
He cut himself off with a choked noise, fingers digging into the communicator so hard Wemmbu thought the casing creaked. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called..”
There was a beat of silence on the other end. Then the sound of movement, fabric rustling and furniture being moved.
“Wemmbu, breathe for me, yeah? ” Zam said, her tone shifting from casual to something low and commanding.
“Tell me what’s going on. Are you hurt?”
“No— not hurt. I'm fine..” He laughed, but it came out as a shaky, desperate thing. His free hand wandered without permission, pressing against the aching heat between his legs, and he bit back a moan that nearly slipped out.
“A-anh.. I-it’s just so hot.. It feels so uncomfortable..”
Another pause. Longer this time. When Zam spoke again, her voice had dropped lower, edged with something darker and warmer. As if she knew something was wrong with him.
“Awh poor sweet sweet Wemmbu.. Don’t try to fight it too hard. Your body knows what it needs. Just listen to me, okay? ”
Wemmbu let out a broken, shaky whimper at the sound of her voice. So gentle, so commanding..
“Zam… please,” he whimpered, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. His hand moved again between his thighs, rubbing slow, messy circles over the soaked fabric, chasing any scrap of relief.
It wasn’t enough. Every stroke only made the ache deeper, made him clench around nothing and leak even more.
“It hurts… so empty..”
A low, sympathetic hum came through the communicator. He could practically hear the smirk in her voice, that mix of fondness and hunger that always made his wings flutter.
“That’s it, sweet thing. Let it out. You’re doing so well just telling me how badly you need it.” Zam’s tone was velvet and steel all at once. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so, understand? ”
Wemmbu moaned loudly at the order, his hips jerking up into his own hand. His wings trembled against the wall. The cloak— Zam's cloak — was bunched up against his face now, and he buried his nose deeper into it, inhaling greedily. The scent made his eyes roll back, a fresh gush of slick coating his fingers.
“Feels like I’m melting from the inside..”
“Shhh. None of that,” she murmured, “You’re mine to take care of right now. All you need to do is keep that pretty voice going for me.”
Wemmbu’s breath hitched into a desperate whine. He forced himself to take off his now soiled pants, kicking the soaked fabric aside with a shaky leg. Cool air kissed his overheated, dripping cunt and he whimpered at the contrast, thighs spreading wider on instinct.
His trembling fingers teased over the slick folds, tracing the swollen, sensitive entrance but never pushing inside. Obeying her was agonizing torture. Every light touch made his walls flutter and clench, leaking fresh slick onto the floor beneath him in a shameful little puddle. His clit throbbed under his fingertips, begging for more pressure, but he held back, biting hard on his lower lip again.
“Z-Zam…” he moaned into the communicator, voice wrecked and airy. “I’m so wet..I feel so empty it hurts. Please let me put a finger in… just one. I need something inside me—”
“No,” Zam answered smoothly, the single word firm and deliciously cruel. “Not yet. Keep teasing that pretty cunt for me. Circle your clit nice and slow. I want to hear exactly how desperate you sound.”
Wemmbu let out a broken sob but obeyed instantly, his slick fingers drawing slow, torturous circles around his swollen clit. His hips bucked helplessly into his own hand, wings flaring and trembling against the wall. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers sliding through his own mess filled the small shelter, mixing with his needy little whimpers and gasps.
“Good boy,” Zam praised, her voice warm with approval. “Listen to how sloppy you are already. That’s all for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes— yes, all for you,” he gasped, head thrown back. “Only you. I keep imagining it’s your fingers… or your tongue… or your knot stretching me open. I want you so bad, Zam. Please— I’ll be so good for you, I’ll let you breed me right here on the floor if you want, just please—”
A low growl of approval rumbled through the speaker, sending another bolt of heat straight to his core.
“Fuck, baby… I wish I could come over right now and take care of you properly,” she murmured, voice thick with regret and lingering hunger. “But I’m stuck dealing with something important on my end. You’re going to have to be a good boy and let me talk you through it.”
Wemmbu let out a devastated whine, the sound cracking into something pathetic and needy. His fingers faltered for a moment before he forced himself to keep going, slow and deliberate just like she wanted.
“Nooo… please, Zam, I need you here,” he begged, tears pricking at the corners of his purple eyes. “I can’t do this alone— I’m so empty it hurts. I need your knot, I need you to breed me, please—”
“Shhh, sweetheart. I know,” Zam cooed, her tone gentle but unyielding.
“But you’re going to be good for me anyway, aren’t you? My strong little dragon, guarding the vault even while he’s dripping and desperate. Keep those pretty little fingers on your clit. Faster now. But still no pushing inside. I want you right on the edge for me.”
Wemmbu sobbed openly but obeyed, speeding up the tight circles around his swollen clit. His thighs shook violently, wings pressed flat against the wall as pleasure and frustration twisted together inside him. More slick gushed out with every throb, running down his tail and pooling beneath him.
“I’m… I’m so close already,” he gasped, voice hoarse and broken. “It feels too good— I don’t know if I can hold it… I'm gonna cum.. Please, Zam, let me put my fingers in. I’ll be so tight for you, I promise—”
“Not yet,” she said firmly, though he could hear the dark satisfaction in her voice. “You can take it. Tell me how badly you want my knot. Describe exactly how you’d take it if I was there pinning you down right now.”
Wemmbu’s head fell back with a broken moan as he imagined it. Zam’s weight on top of him, her hands gripping his hips, that thick knot stretching his dripping cunt open until he was stuffed full and bred.
“I’d… I’d spread my legs so wide for you,” he whimpered, fingers flying over his clit. “Let you push that fat knot inside me over and over until it finally catches. I’d milk it so good, Zam— keep clenching around you until you fill me up. I want your cum leaking out of me for days… I wanna be yours—”
“That’s my good boy,” Zam praised, voice low and warm. “Keep going. Edge yourself nice and ready for me..”
“Zam— Zam, please…” he keened, voice cracking into a high, broken whimper. Every breath came out hotter than the last, his wings twitching and flaring uselessly against the cool wall. Slick poured from his cunt in messy rivulets, coating his fingers, his thighs, and the floor beneath him. The obscene wet sounds filled the shelter, louder than his desperate little gasps and sobs.
“I’m right there— I’m so close, I can’t— I need to cum, please let me cum,” he begged shamelessly, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks as he hiccuped helplessly. “I’ll be so good, I’ll hold it as long as you want next time, just— just this once—”
“No,” Zam said softly, almost tenderly, but the command was iron. “You don’t get to cum yet, sweet Wemmy. Slow your fingers down now. ”
Wemmbu let out a gut-wrenching sob and forced his hand to slow, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with feather-light strokes. The denial made his whole body seize, thighs quivering violently as another thick gush of slick spilled out of him.
“It hurts… it hurts so much,” he cried, pressing his face harder into her cloak, inhaling her scent like it was the only thing keeping him anchored. “I want your knot so bad I can almost feel it… stretching me, locking inside me, pumping me full until my belly swells a little…”
Zam let out a low, appreciative groan that went straight to his core.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect like this,” she murmured, voice rougher now. “Tell me how you’d look with my knot buried inside you, sweetheart. I want every filthy detail.”
Wemmbu’s mind fractured further under her command. He kept himself right on that agonizing edge, thighs spread obscenely wide, fingers torturing his clit while he babbled.
“I’d be shaking underneath you.. tail wrapped around your waist, trying to pull you deeper. My cunt would be stretched so tight around your knot, squeezing every drop. I’d cum over and over, soaking your thighs, crying your name until my voice gives out..”
“That’s it,” Zam praised, warm and dark. “Such a good boy for me. Stay right there on the edge, nice and desperate. I’m still busy… though I’m not hanging up. You’re going to keep going until I say you can cum. Understand?”
Wemmbu could only answer with a broken, needy sob, fingers moving obediently as fresh tears rolled down his face.
“Good,” Zam purred, clearly enjoying every second. “Now tease your entrance, baby. Just the tip of one finger. Circle it. Feel how hungry you are for me.”
Wemmbu’s breath caught in a broken moan as he slid one trembling finger down, circling his fluttering hole without pushing in. The light pressure made his walls spasm greedily, trying to suck the digit inside. He was so wet that even that small touch made obscene, squelching noises.
“A-angh— ah f-fuck— Zam nghh! —,” he cried, hips jerking helplessly. “Please, please let me push it in. I —”
“Slow down again, baby. Maybe I'll let you cum soon.”
Wemmbu let out a devastated, broken cry at her words, his entire body shuddering hard enough that his wings scraped against the wall.
“Z-Zam… please…” he whimpered, voice hoarse and cracking with every breath. He forced his finger to slow, circling his dripping, fluttering entrance with agonizing lightness. The denial made fresh tears spill down his flushed cheeks.
“Please, I’ll be so good, I’ll make it pretty for you, just let me cum—”
Zam’s soft, amused chuckle drifted through the communicator like velvet.
“Shhh, sweetheart. Keep teasing that greedy little hole. Nice and slow.. But I'm being so nice to you so go ahead and push one in. ”
Wemmbu’s finger slipped inside his sopping wet cunt with a wet, obscene squelch. The sudden stretch drew a loud, broken moan from deep in his chest, his walls instantly clamping down around the digit.
“Ahh—! F-fuck— Zam—!” he cried out, voice cracking into a needy sob. It felt so good. Too good. His sopping cunt was so hot and silky inside, fluttering and pulsing greedily around his finger as he slowly pumped it in and out. More slick gushed out with every thrust, dripping messily down his wrist and tail.
“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop—” he whimpered pathetically, even as his hips rolled forward to fuck himself deeper. “It feels so good..”
Zam’s chuckle turned into a low, dangerous hum. “Go on then. Add a second finger and fuck yourself properly for me. ”
Wemmbu didn’t hesitate. A second finger pushed in alongside the first, stretching him wider, the wet, filthy sounds of his fingers thrusting into his soaked cunt filled the shelter as he pumped them faster, curling them against that sensitive spot inside that made sparks explode behind his eyes.
His thighs shook violently, cunt clenching rhythmically around his thrusting fingers as he teetered right on the edge once more, slick pouring out with every desperate plunge.
Zam’s breathing had grown heavier on the other end, but her voice stayed steady and commanding.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself harder. Curl those fingers and hit that spot over and over. I want to hear how sloppy you’re getting for me.”
Wemmbu obeyed with a broken cry, thrusting his fingers faster, deeper, curling them roughly against his sweet spot with every stroke. Wet, squelching noises echoed obscenely around the small room.
“I’m— I’m gonna cum— please, please, please—!” he begged, tears streaming freely, wings trembling and tail thrashing against the floor.
Zam let the silence stretch just long enough for Wemmbu to whimper in fear of another denial. Then her voice came through, low, warm, and merciful.
“Cum for me then, sweetheart. Make a mess of yourself.”
The permission hit him like a wave. Wemmbu’s back arched hard off the wall with a loud moan as his orgasm finally crashed over him. His cunt clamped down violently around his fingers, pulsing and gushing slick in messy spurts that soaked his hand, his thighs, and the floor.
“Zam—! Zam— ahhhnngh—!” he cried out her name like a prayer, voice hoarse and broken as he rode out the intense high, fingers still weakly pumping through the aftershocks.
He slumped against the wall when it finally began to fade, panting heavily, still twitching and leaking. The heat inside him barely dimmed, but for the mean time.. He was satiated.
Wemmbu slumped against the wall, chest heaving. His fingers slid out of his still-pulsing cunt with a wet sound, slick dripping everywhere in a shameful mess. For a few blissful seconds, the burning heat inside him dulled to a low warmth. His mind felt hazy, fuzzy with afterglow.
“Zam…” he whispered breathlessly, voice raw and fucked-out. “I… I made such a mess… all for you.”
Zam’s low, satisfied hum vibrated through the communicator like a caress.
“Good boy,” she praised, warm and fond. “You sounded so pretty falling apart for me. I wish I could see how wrecked you look right now.”
Wemmbu let out a shy, exhausted purr at her words, nuzzling deeper into her cloak. The scent helped ground him, even as a familiar heat began to coil low in his belly once more. It wasn’t as vicious as before… but it was already starting to settle back in, making his spent cunt flutter with renewed interest.
“I feel a little better,” he mumbled, his tail gave a lazy flick as he heard Zam chuckle softly.
“Catch your breath for a minute. I sent someone over to take care of you for me, Wemmy. Be a good little dragon, okay? ”
Before Wemmbu could even ask and whine about the arrangement, he heard the shack's door swing open. His hazy purple eyes slowly looking up at the figure towering over him.
“M-mane?.. “