Steve lay there as Hero unbuckled himself, kicking his leggings aside. Steve began to sweat as he felt himself pressed against his fabric, wishing he could take his leggings off too. But Hero was in charge.
Hero ran his tongue over Steve’s stomach, digging his fingers into his sides. Steve gasped as Hero began to bite at his stomach, pulling the skin between his teeth.
“mhmm… sit up.”
Steve propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at Hero, his skin in his maw.
“Don’t hit me.” Hero warned.
“Why would I-“
Steve screamed as Hero sunk into his flesh with no abandon. His eyes fluttered as he watched Hero bite deeper… and deeper….
Hero began to pull. White spots danced in Steve’s eyes, his arms shaking.
His eyes flashed open, forcing himself to look.
Hero slightly misjudged how to tear away the flesh, his jaw hurting slightly from the pressure. The muscle tore painfully slowly, the sound of it snapping echoing around his head.
His head flew back as he finally tore free, holding a chunk of fat and skin in his mouth. His eyes locked onto Steve’s, watching the pale faced man sob quietly.
He was waiting for the safe word.
Steve was simply staring into the image of Hero, bloody flesh in his maw. His body was afire with screaming pain and burning lust.
“I-… please keep going…” He spluttered. His eyes were drawn to the hole in his stomach. Blood was slowly seeping from the bite, and he could see the glint of his insides in the torch light.
Hero smiled with his eyes, running his tongue over the flesh in his mouth. He didn’t exactly want to eat it raw.
He let it fall out of his mouth, putting it on the bedside table.
“Let’s see if this is better than your face…”
He stood up, and pressed the tip of his member against the wound he’d made. Steve’s eyes grew wide, his mind racing. “Gods, please!” He begged, his voice cracking.
Hero kneeled on the bed, holding onto the back of Steve’s head. He carefully pressed himself into the wound, listening to Steve melt into whimpers.
It was one of the strangest sensations. So hot it was almost painful, Steve’s small intestines pressing into him at every angle. He gave a soft thrust, feeling hot blood squish against his body.
“hggh… I can feel you….” Steve muttered, feeling light headed. “Quick… I might pass out… just..”
Hero did as he was told, letting fear give way as drove into Steve’s chest, gripping onto his hair like he did their first encounter.
Blood began to flow faster, covering both their chests and the bed pelt. Steve’s vision was clouded red as he stared drunkenly into Hero’s closed eyes, watching the light mist swirl from under his eyelids.
He didn’t want to pass out. He wanted to witness everything. He forced himself to buck against Hero’s thrusts, even though he really didn’t have the energy. Hero’s satisfied grumbles echoed in his head, mixed with the squish of blood.
He felt everything, and he loved it.
“I.. I’m gonna cum in you….” Herobrine panted, digging into Steve’s hair.
“Mmm m!!” Steve pleaded, unable to speak. He felt himself slipping backwards, losing focus.
Hero growled, moving his hands to hold Steve’s back, holding him steady.
“Christ!” He panted, orgasming hard. His head grew light, overwhealmed by the amount of blood he was soaked in.
“Sweet heavens I… hah…” Hero opened his eyes, looking at his lover.
He was pale.