ᅠ The light is scarce tonight — you’ve ended up in a biome unfamiliar to you. Pale, aged woods surrounding the muddled path. . . but in the distance, you can see three speckles of golden light. An onlooker, blending in amongst the craggly trees. He stands, motionless. ᅠ

ᅠ watching . . . digging his claws into it . . . 💕 ᅠ

ᅠ those cold , clawed fingers , sunken into her wobbly assmounds . . . grasping and groping . . . ᅠ

ᅠ The Enderman just lets out a grunt , his hips firmly bucking up against Trips’ fat , busty tits , watching them bounce against his crotch , smooshed around that monstrous endrod . Throbbing with every bounce , thick precum oozing from the glowing cockhead . ᅠ

ᅠ And she was doing a great job . His violet eyes entirely focused on fat , bouncing tits , spurts of hot precum sputtering out across them in thick ropes , forced out with every kiss and suckle of her soft lips . “ Ufh . . . mmmh . . . 💜 “ ᅠ

ᅠ Does she need some . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁 . . . help ? ᅠ

ᅠ Ender Pearls are made of a unique material . . . and coincidentally , that material can be created from the tough formation of Enderman 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧 . So next time you’re hunting for Ender Pearls , before you swing your sword , consider a more peaceful approach . . . ᅠ

ᅠ One Enderman alone could produce a plentiful supply of pearls , and if they were to automate the crafting process , they could basically create an automatic Ender Pearl farm — But first , they need an Enderman , and a peaceful one preferably . ᅠ

ᅠ But even then , consider the chances you even get a pearl . . . it’s practically guaranteed if you simply milk it outta the monster and put it together . It’s more work , sure , but it guarantees several pearls rather than a rare chance to get just one . ᅠ

ᅠ It may be messy , and it may be time consuming . . . but if you get lucky , you could get all the pearls you need way faster than you’d get even three or four by killing Endermen . Just gotta milk ‘em dry , and do it well . That’s the strat . ᅠ

ᅠ Lucky for Jamie , a mob lingers beyond the trees , hidden almost completely behind the brush and branches of the scraggly trees . Staring , watching them . Endermen are cautious creatures , tending to stalk first . The sun beats down on the forest clearing . ᅠ

ᅠ That glowing girth reveals itself , flopping down across the spider’s pillowy , stacked bust . Inches on inches of purple-hued luminescence , thick and throbbing as it presents itself to the arachnid . Oozing thick , goopy precum across her tits . . . ᅠ

ᅠ he enjoys this ‘ thanksgiving ‘ tradition . its the perfect opportunity for him to break in and steal all your food . ᅠ

ᅠ sounds like a fair rule to him . not like the monster ever wore such things anyways . perhaps he might even settle down in this town . . . somewhere he can let his 𝐠𝐮𝐭-𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 without being shamed . ᅠ

ᅠ they look pretty . not very durable though . . . what’s stopping some 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 from wandering in and just 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 them off him ? ᅠ

ᅠ the Enderman is sat back , cold claws sunken deep into her wide , bouncing hips , letting out firm , deep grunts and groans as her 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 pound down on his lap , his fat endrod getting thoroughly smothered by her tight insides . ᅠ

ᅠ pitted against the dark of the night , the Enderman is practically invisible . if you were to dare trek the forest at such a late hour , you wouldn’t even know he was there until you were staring him in the eyes . . . ᅠ