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Xisuma frowns at his com. One of their new Hermits had just joined the world. Now usually, that's not something that would make him frown. Thing is though, Gem only joined them a week ago, and now she isn't responding to any greetings. Which. Not that anyone has to respond to those, he'd never force his players to do anything like that.
Just- Gem is new, and he's worried. He doesn't have the experience with her yet, to know what is concerning behavior and what isn't. Especially since this is the first time she hasn't responded. Maybe her com is acting up? Not connecting to the server properly? That is a known issue with the model she has. Maybe he'll go check on her. Most likely, she's fine, just distracted or having minor technical difficulties. They'll have a nice chat, gripe a bit about the woes of a fresh world and not having anything, and then he'll be on his way.
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He's making good progress to where Gem wants to base, when suddenly his vision is obscured by a fat drop of honey hitting him right in the visor. Trying to wipe it clean only smears everything around more, and gets his glove all sticky. A short scouring of his inventory turns up neither wool nor water, but he does have three eggs and a poppy for some reason.
Sighing over early world woes like not having a fully stocked enderchest, Xisuma elects to take his suit's helmet off for now. Long accustomed to Overworld air, he doesn't technically need it to live anymore. It is comfortable though, and has somewhat become a trademark of his. Bottom line is, he likes it, so he continues to wear it. The many admin tools he's built into it over the years are also quite handy.
Tucking his helmet under his arm, he does his best to clean his hand on some leaves, before setting off in Gem's direction again. Surely she will have a bit of wool and some water for him to clean up.
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"Gem? Are you there?" Xisuma calls, arriving at the tiny hill she set up on. He's in the right place, the 'Gem is Great' sign glowing at him behind a patch of moss, a white bed and a chest half hidden behind a tree and a rose bush.
"Gem?" He calls again, when no-one answers. This time, he hears a faint moan. "Gem? Are you alr-" Peeking around the pillar of stripped birch, the sight and the scent hit him at the same time.
Gem, curled upon the grass next to her bed, pillow between her thighs, face flushed with fever, overalls half off and askew.
Gem, honey-sweet in the air, alluring scent of omega-in-heat clogging up his throat.
Xisuma curses himself for having taken his helmet off. It would have kept her scent out.
He doesn't get a chance to put it back on. Gem has spotted him, and tackles him, thankfully not antlers first. They fall backwards, X ending up in the moss patch on his butt with a needy omega pressed against him, rutting against his thigh, small spring antlers poking at his jaw.
Of all the seasons to choose alpha-
Not that X doesn't like being an alpha. He does! Though he usually prefers being a beta, seeing as that is what he was born as.
If he were a beta, he wouldn't be having this issue. Sure, Gem might still be grinding on him, as the closest warm body, able to provide comfort. He would not, however, be getting painfully hard in his codpiece. While it does allow for erections, being hard in the armor is never comfortable, exactly.
His comfort is secondary. Or tertiary. Right now, what matters is the whining omega on his lap. No matter how much his dick aches.
"Gem?" X carefully lifts her chin, taking in her expression. "Gem, do you understand me?"
No sign of recognition flickers over her face, no reaction to his words. She's fully lost in the haze of instincts that demand she mate. Fortunately, she does not appear to be an aggressive omega while in heat. Or maybe it's because she lacks the muscle memory to peel him out of his armor that she is relentlessly pawing at. Void knows Keralis would have him laid out in seconds flat and already be riding him like a carousel.
This is out of his area of expertise. Aside from their two new additions, all hermits have lain out their likes and limits for situations like this. In writing. Something X insisted on. And that has come in handy on occasion, with pairings that rarely interact or when lore got the better of their ability to speak. Usually, these documents would be available for hermit to read at any time.
Xisuma does not recall adding Gem's, or Pearl's, for that matter, documents to the folder. He'll have to call Cleo. They manage all of this, to take some of the workload off X. In addition, the beta is trained in assisting with cycles when a partner to ride it out with isn't a possibility, be that by necessity or choice. Surely they can help.
Fumbling for his com, X calls them.
"Cleo? I think Gem's in heat. Do you have her consent forms?" X asks as soon as Cleo joins the call. In the background, Gem works herself to a climax on the edge of his armor plate X knows has to be unsatisfying and just making everything worse. She falls against him, trying to snuffle into his neck.
"What? She said her heat was at least six months off, when we talked. Can you please check if it's actually a heat? And I don't have anything from her yet, she wanted to settle in and get to know people first. Not like there's a rush. Well. Was no rush." Cleo sounds worried. While they talk, X does his best to put his helmet back on, despite the omega hanging off him, trying to nose at his neck. It earns him a whine, and a rather fierce grind of her hips against his, but he gets his helmet on.
With it on, he can call up a basic overview of all hermits currently on-world. About half of them.
Calling up Gem's profile, he checks for the standard indicators of heat.
Only to find about half of them not signaling a heat, with a smattering of errors and unusual values spread all around her profile. Working around Gem and her grinding isn't easy, with her determined to be in his arms. He manages, though, sort of tucking her under one for now.
"Fuck."
"What's the matter X? Is something wrong with Gem?" Right, he's still in call with Cleo.
"Well, whatever's going on with her certainly isn't your standard heat. She's got errors cropping up in weird places. Let me take a closer look." Rare, that he delves into his players data like this. Though he had just done start of season checks on those that wanted them, given that they are barely a week into the world, and checked over both Gem and Pearl when they joined. With his recent interaction with Gem's code, he can immediately spot the issue.
"Well? You find anything yet?" Cleo asks, pushy as always.
"Yeah, I did." X answers, fingers flying over his virtual keyboard. "Looks like she's got some sort of glitch, I think. And not the kind that just gives you a twitch and a killer headache." Digging into the code, he looks for a way to remove it.
"Can you get rid of it?" Cleo asks, worry evident in her serious tone.
"I'm trying. An omega in heat grinding on me isn't making this any easier." X sighs. Working with someone humping him isn't new to him exactly. Keralis can be... eager.
But Keralis, unlike Gem, consented. With X's attempts at speaking with Gem all failing, with her giving no indication that she even heard his words, he's certainly not going to do anything. Better to let her ride it out, or hope it resolves once he takes care of the glitch.
To add to the long list of unfortunate things, playercode is not Xisuma's specialty. Sure, he knows his way around it, and can take care of basic things, but he's better with worldcode. Much, much better.
Whatever is wrong with Gem might just be outside of his wheelhouse.
"Cleo? Can you try to reach Tango or Grian? I know neither are on-world right now, but I fear I may need their help here." X requests, following an errant bit of code. It leads to the world interaction side of Gem's code, maybe he can do some thing there.
"I'll try. In the meantime, do you recall how to keep her comfortable or should I head over?" Cleo sounds muffled for a moment there, before they switch him to speaker. Sending out the messages he requested, no doubt.
"Familiar scents, in so-far as that can be managed this early on, keep her hydrated and cool. I might actually spawn in a few beds so she can nest, since this is a glitch. I think that's only fair." Spawning in things isn't something he does often, not wanting to abuse his admin powers. Though he's fairly sure that in this case, his hermits would agree to him doing so. For Gem's comfort. He'll get right on that, as soon as he figures out what this last bit of code does. If he can resolve this whole mess-
"If you're spawning things in, give the poor thing some walls and a toy. Make the waves more bearable." Cleo mutters, focus obviously elsewhere. "And let her scent you, if she wants." Gem headbutts X's breastplate, demanding attention. All he can spare her is a quick head-pat, stroking her messy hair between her antlers.
"Sure thing. Just a sec. Got one last lead here." X dodges Gem's attempts to pull him in, or maybe take off his helmet. He can't quite tell what with her being just a blurry shape behind the honey and his screens.
Finally, he found the last bit of code, figured out what it does.
Ice creeps down his back.
"Cleo." X's voice shakes. "Cleo we have a problem. This isn't a glitch resulting in a heat. This is a glitched heat."
"What kind of glitched heat? What kind, X?" Cleo all but demands.
"The kind that keeps raising her temperature, and is slowly eating through her connection to respawn. If we don't break the heat, and soon, it will kill her. Permanently."
...
"...Shit." Cleo curses. With feeling. "We cannot let her die, X. We have to break the heat."
"I know." Jolted from his numbness by Cleo's words, X looks the code over and over. "There's nothing I'm willing to risk on the code side of things. Not without understanding what's going on." That would be an excellent way to get Gem killed faster. Not on his watch. "It's too late to try suppressants, isn't it?"
"Yeah, if she's as deep in as I think she is, it's way past too late. Normally I'd say ride it out, but..." They trail off.
"Do you think it would work if I put some blue ice in her pond, and laid her in the water?" X wonders.
"If you can make sure she doesn't drown? How many respawns does she have?" A muffled clatter from Cleo's side, followed by indistinct voices. Probably Joe, if X had to guess.
"Ideally, none." X sighs. "So cooling her is out. Since Doc would have a fit if I just laid her on the ice."
"He would. Listen, X, if we... we may have no choice here. If we can't figure this out in time, we may have to consider trying to break her heat the old fashioned way." Cleo does not sound happy about this. "Normally, I wouldn't even think of suggesting this, but with permadeath on the line? Yeah, it has to be on the table."
"I know." X heaves a heavy sigh. Nope, bad idea, now his head is spinning from Gem's sweet scent leaking in through the unsealed helmet, and his dick is demanding attention again, in the form of painful throbbing. Of course it is on board with that plan. The sweet noises spilling from Gem's lips as she ruts against him aren't helping either.
And yeah, he knows some admins do worse to their players. Wouldn't have hesitated to take Gem the moment they realized she's in heat consent or no. That's just the nature of things, with the power they have over players, and the near complete lack of oversight. A shame he has to call them colleagues. That they can even become admins at all.
Xisuma isn't like that. He isn't like that, his players know he isn't like that!
Hopefully, Gem can still trust him, if worst comes to worst. Hopefully, she retains enough memory of this conversation to know the glitch forced his hand.
He'd understand if she wants to leave them after this. Not exactly the best experience to have a week after joining a new admin's group.
Knowing this won't be resolved soon, X calls up the world console, and sets himself to creative mode. This way, he'll at least have easy access to whatever Gem needs during her heat.
Before he can get to typing up commands to place simple walls around them, Gem captures his hand, biting at the glove.
"That won't do you any good, Gem." X tells her softly, even though he knows she can't understand him. Trying to reclaim his hand from her grasp is proving futile. Gem is determined, and obviously wants something.
"What's she doing?" Cleo's voice startles him. X completely forgot that he's still in a call with them.
"Chewing on my glove. With my hand still in it. It think she's trying to get it off." X explains.
"Trying to get to your wrist glands, most likely." Cleo muses. "Try scenting her. Maybe, if we're lucky, that can stabilize her? I don't know, to be honest here. I've got no experience with glitched heats. The treatment we learned was bring them to an admin."
"Well, I think we've got that covered." Scenting he can do. That's not violating any boundaries. Stripping off the glove with Gem still clutching his hand is a challenge, but one that he overcomes in short time. Undo the locks and clasps holding everything in place, and Gem practically does the rest for him. The scenting too, she dives right in, rubbing his wrist on first her face and then her neck.
"Eager Gemmy, aren't we." He chortles, watching he slump into him. Hips still grinding against his armor plates, but now with less urgency. More wetness though. By now, he can hear the squelch of each grind, each motion of her hips.
"Did the scenting help?" Cleo asks.
"Maybe? Let me check." One-handed, X navigates back to the code sections that give infos about the player. "Well, she definitely has a fever. I'm not seeing anything get worse. Then again, it's not getting better either."
"Fuck!" Cleo swears, with feeling. Then- "No Joe, this is an emergency. Yes, keep trying! I don't care how! Just reach him!"
"On it." X hears Joe say in the background.
"Where are you-never mind." Cleo sighs. "It's Joe. What can you do. And Xisuma. You know you don't. I mean. If you can't-"
"No Cleo. This is my responsibility. I won't put this on anyone else." The offer is kind, but this isn't something he can delegate. If it has to be done, he'll do it.
"I mean, I'm sure we could argue to Doc that it's medical?" Cleo suggests, though they don't sound convinced.
"No. And besides, Doc chose omega this season." Omegas can make great heat partners, but they can't break the heat the way an alpha can.
One thing X does check is if worldrules still affect Gem properly. Especially PlayerBreeding false. The last thing they need is an accident, after all.
As far as he can tell, they do. Good. Lets him breathe just a little easier.
"X?" Cleo calls for his attention, X humming to let them know they have it. "I'm gonna hop off now, keep trying to reach Grian or Tango. I'll call you back when I've got them. You two are at Gem's base?" In his lap, Gem whines, her grinding picking up the pace again.
"Yeah. The coordinates she put in the chat, just about." Even though they can't see them, X still nods.
"Alright. Stay put. Do whatever you need to to keep her alive. Call me immediately if her heat starts breaking. Otherwise I will meet you there with one of our wayward secondary admins." Cleo instructs.
"Yes ma'am." What else can X do, really, except follow their instructions to the letter?
"Good boy. Later."
"Later." X exits the call, Cleo's icon popping away moments later. He's alone now, with a fevering, horny Gem in his lap. That he has explicit instructions to fuck. Against her will, no matter how willing the heat might make her seem.
Somehow, that almost makes it worse. This mimicry of enthusiasm. Of willingness.
Trying to take a deep breath only backfires on him once again, with him getting another lungful of Gem's sweet, enticing heat-scent. Worse, she has finally dropped his hand, only to now focus her efforts on his helmet. Which, unlike his glove, is not locked into place anymore, and therefore presents no problem for her to remove. Thank void for his tall stature, and Gem's short one, because her attempts to kiss him land on his collar, on the stiff rim his helmet seals to.
He's determined to take as little as possible from her. Just enough to break her heat. So she can live. To possibly hate him.
He's doing this. He has to.
One last, longing glance at her readouts reveal her temperature has not gone down like he hoped, but instead ticked further up. With no ETA on anyone he would trust with Gem's code, this is the only option left to him.
Xisuma has to rape his player.
Has to rape Gem.
Who trusted him to keep her safe, to look after her.
To protect her. From exactly the kind of thing he now has to do.
He's stalling, he knows. Putting off what he has to do.
The problem isn't physical. Physically, he's been ready since he first smelled Gem.
In an attempt to do anything even remotely productive, X sets about trying to take off his other glove. Unwilling to take the risk of Gem biting him and making everything even worse, he plans to leave as much of his armor on as he can.
Once his hand is free, it too is stolen by Gem. She presses both his wrists to her glowing red face, melting as she huffs his scent, breath hot as she pants. Taking advantage of her loose-limbed state, X undoes the second clasp of her overalls, pushing them down as far as he can manage.
Getting them over her hips is a fight. Even in her fevered state, Gem refuses to stop grinding on him, whining pitifully when he tries to pull her away. She's strong too, clinging tightly to him with arms and legs both.
"Gem, please let me undress you. At least your overalls. Aren't you too warm in those? Wouldn't it feel nicer without them?" X tries to reason. Pointless, as she is too far gone, too deep in her instincts to understand him. to understand the situation she's in.
Something in X's chest tightens painfully as he tries to undress her again. Like breathing Overworld air for the first time. Like his lungs don't work properly.
"Please." His voice cracks halfway through the word, coming out a choked whisper. "Please don't make this harder on either of us than it has to be."
Nothing. Gem doesn't look at him, doesn't react in any way to what he said.
Blinking back tears, X types in the command to give himself one minute of strength two. That should hopefully be enough to get her off him long enough to remove her overalls. Better take her panties off too, while he's at it.
Trying not to listen to the echos of snickering admins bragging about holding their unwilling players down, using strength and weakness and poison and resistance and regen and even wither to keep them down, keep them under control as the warm, invigorating tingle of the effect rushes through him. Their words, overheard before and after the occasional gatherings, haunt him.
Even with strength two, Gem is surprisingly squirmy and hard to undress. Fighting to keep as much contact with him as she can, both in general and on her pussy. Her glistening, soaked pussy.
Fuck.
Long strings of juice drool from it as he pulls away her soaked panties, connecting the fabric to her for long moments before collapsing under their own weight.
If only she were willing. If only he knew that she wanted this, instead of being forced by the cruel whims of whatever fate had caused the glitch. Xisuma would ravish her. Dive into that gorgeous needy pussy and eat her out until she's screamed herself hoarse, then fuck her until she passes out.
His dick is throbbing with painful arousal, hot lust boiling in his gut. Boiling. Like the fever will do to Gem if he doesn't resolve it.
With his own mindless lust successfully contained for the moment, X wrestles Gem's pants off her ankles. Just as the last of the warmth of the effect leave him, he has Gem freed from the fabric.
Now that she can overpower him again, her cunt is back on his thigh, bare this time, making a mess of his armor. Needy moans tumble from her lips, little uh-uh-uhs in time with her desperate grinds. At least he has his arms free again.
Pulling a shulker box from the creative inventory, X plops it down next to them. A selection of foods go in it, as well as some water and a honey bottles. Which reminds him to also add some wool, so they can make something to wipe off with, after. Gem's pants and panties follow. They are joined by the more unwieldy bits and pieces of his armor, those less conducive to laying on the ground for several hours. Chest plate, pauldrons, most of the hard shell parts he can take off easily. The under-layer they are attached to he leaves on.
Last to go in the box is his codpiece. For no other reason than it means he's doing this. Getting his dick out and then putting it in Gem and fucking and knotting her and oh fuck there is no way he can go through with this. No way. He can't hurt Gem like this.
She'll die if he doesn't.
Frozen in place, X is in no way ready for Gem to shove him flat on his back and mount his dick.
Relief colors her moans as she is finally, finally filled after who knows how many hours of heat. There's no way it could have been more than the time it took him to walk over here, right? Just how long has she been suffering for?
Xisuma yelps from the shock of it, fading into a moan of his own at the tight wet heat. Perfectly slick and ready, he can feel her heartbeat in her walls and it's making his knot threaten to make an early appearance. Between the setup of this world, and the end of their previous one, it's been too long since X had a needy omega in heat on his dick. A willing one, anyway. This- this should not count. He should not be taking any pleasure from this, from Gem's bouncing and flutters as she works herself on him.
Is it better this way? Letting her take what she needs? Or is it worse? Xisuma can't think like this, not when she feels so good it's whiting out his brain.
Helpless hands come up to rest on her hips. Out of instinct, and maybe habit. Just resting there, thumbs rubbing over her hipbones, enjoying the feel of her skin.
Will she feel guilty about this? About using him like this? Will she remember this at all? Thoughts drift through the staticky syrup that X's brain has turned into. He hopes she won't remember. That the heat eats all of her memories, so she doesn't have to deal with it. Only with his clinical retelling of it later. Because he will tell her. Trying to keep this a secret would be so much worse. X can't even stomach the thought.
Bad enough he's doing this in the first place. He at the very least owes Gem his honesty, and a sincere apology.
Above him, Gem throws her head back with a deep, guttural noise as she cums on his dick. Her fluttering, milking spasms draw out Xisuma's orgasm as well, his knot locking them together as he spills in her with a grunt.
Too bad for him Gem isn't done. Her continued bouncing yanks harshly at his knot, for all that Gem sounds like she's enjoying almost being knotfucked.
"Please, Gem!" He begs, trying to hold her still as overstimulation threatens his senses. "Please, wait. Hold still!" His attempts to hold her still by her hips fail, his muscles to shaky from his mind numbing orgasm to work properly. She keeps bouncing on him, every rise tugging on her hole and his knot.
Shaking fingers barely have the coordination to type. /effect give Geminitay weakness 3 300 true.
Self loathing wells up hot and sharp in X as he hits enter, hits Gem with five minutes of weakness. Strength wouldn't do him any good here, not with his limbs not cooperating.
"Jim?" Confused blinks as Gem scrunches up her face, slurring the name. She sways, then drops forward to drape over Xisuma.
Finally, he can catch his breath. Sprawl out on the moss under him as he regains control of his faculties. Rest and regain his strength. He'll need it, with at least another two rounds upon them before Gem's heat can be expected to break. Maybe more. Who knows how she will react to him and his semen specifically.
Soft mrewls and needy whimpers draw his attention to the fact that Gem is still trying to desperately grind into him, however minutely. He can't just. Leave her like this. Not when she's giving him that look with those wide, green eyes that shine with tears.
"Shhh. I got you. I got you." He promises, one hand cupping her cheek. She tries to nuzzle into that as best as she can with the weakness still coursing through her body.
Rolling them over, Xisuma draws back as much as their current tie will allow. Glove-less fingers dive into soaked folds to find her clit, draw circles around it. Much to Gem's approval, it seems. Mouth falling open and abdomen flexing what little it can under the effect of weakness, she whines out her pleasure for all to hear.
Steadily, X works her to another orgasm. There's nothing slow about it, her heat making her sensitive and primed. Barely any effort is required on his side, to have her toppling over the edge once, twice.
A third time, and this time when her eyes fall shut they don't open again, exhaustion claiming her for sleep.
Well. That could have gone worse. Or better? Would he have preferred it if she fought him? If he'd had to force her down? Xisuma isn't sure he could have gone through with it if she had. It's one thing to hold down a struggling partner in a scene, when they want it and have a safeword. Gem doesn't have a say in this.
Gem doesn't have a say in this.
X does his best to swallow the guilt he can feel welling up inside him, threatening to paralyze him. He has a hermit to take care of. For now, she is still his hermit, under his care.
He has no illusion that it will stay that way once her heat breaks. Hopefully, she'll stick around long enough that one of the others can take care of the glitch that caused this.
For now, X checks her readouts. Temperature still elevated, but at least it hasn't gone up since he last checked. A paltry reward that doesn't make X feel any better about what he's had to do. Still has to do.
Comfort is the next thing he tackles. He himself might be fine on the moss, with the majority of his armor still on, protecting him from pokes and itches. Gem however, is only in her shirt, and whatever bra she's wearing. Also her socks. Not ideal clothes for laying around in moss, especially not with her heat making her skin extra sensitive.
Digging through the creative inventory, X pulls out and sets down two beds. One green, one blue. Hopefully Gem likes the colors. Not that it matters much or would make any real difference, but he wants to make this as good as possible for her. Or at least minimize the trauma as far as he can. Which isn't much, to be fair. She doesn't deserve this. Any of it. How he wishes she didn't have to go through this.
Shaking himself out of his maudlin thoughts, X sets about maneuvering them onto the beds. Gem snoozing on him doesn't make that easy, per se, but he manages. Somehow. Reaching into the shulker that's next to be beds like an odd purple nightstand, X snacks on a golden carrot. There's nothing else he can do until his knot goes down, and that's gonna be a while. His body always reacts to heats like this, with long ties. At least he's not in rut. That would have been a disaster.
Pulling a blanket over them, X stares up at the darkening sky and wallows in his guilt. At least she'll live, he reminds himself. At least she'll be alive to hate him. That has to count for something, right?
By the time his knot goes down, the first stars are twinkling overhear, heralding the coming of night. Easing out of Gem with a wince, X resorts to blockpicking the moss with his creative abilities, and now that he can move setting up a simple two high wall around them. The bare minimum so mobs won't aggro on them. A lantern from the creative inventory goes on the last free spot of the three by two, and then he's done. Clearing any cheated blocks from his inventory, and sitting on the bed next to where Gem is still sleeping.
Sleeping through this night, the World informs him. One of the others must have gone to sleep to skip the night. Not the worst idea, this early one. X checks the tab list. Bdubs is onworld. That makes him the most likely sleeper.
In a blink, the sun goes from just set to rising. Next to him, Gem shifts, having gotten the equivalent of a full night's sleep just from being in bed while someone was sleeping. X too feels refreshed, new energy thrumming through his body.
"Alpha?" Gem croaks, need and heat staining her voice. "Alpha..." One trembling hand rises, as if to reach for X. Hesitates, halfway through the motion.
X's heart rends itself apart.
"I got you, Gem. I have you, Omega." Tears gather in his eyes as he reaches out to draw Gem into his arms where she hangs limply. Unsure if she can trust him, relax into his affections.
Not for long. Scant few breaths later, her heat demands primacy and Gem tries her best to bury her face in X's neck as his tears spill over, silently streaking down his face. Painting his pale skin in faint lavender lines. Marks of his guilt. Brands condemning his actions.
"Need." Gem whines into his suit. "Hurts. Hot. Burning. Need."
"It'll be okay, Gem. I got you." X whispers, promises as he holds her close. Presses soft little kisses to her hair as he pulls her into his lap. To his already hard dick. Passing the night had done plenty to rejuvenate him, though not to the extent sleeping would have. As if his alpha physiology needed the extra help with her sweet omega heat-scent in his nose. He'd be hard enough to mine bedrock at her whims.
Why does such a horrible thing come so easily? Feel so natural? So good?
'Now you understand, what those admins mean. When they say the natural order of things is with the player under their admin, willing or not,' some traitorous part of his brain whispers as Gem sinks down on him again. Engulfs him in her perfect heat, sweet sounds of relief muffled against the bit of Xisuma's skin she had managed to nose her way to.
Violating her could at least have the decency to be hard.
Xisuma could at least have the decency to be reluctant, to take no pleasure in this.
'There is no decency in this', his traitor brain whispers haughtily, as he rolls them to their sides, cradling Gem close. One of her legs is slung over his hip, opening her up for him so perfectly. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Has he already cut her down to size?
"It'll be okay." He promises in a broken voice between kisses to her hair, tears still flowing. "I promise. You'll be okay. I got you." Lies, lies and broken promises that stab painfully at his heart as he grinds into her, finding all the spots that make her moan and yelp in pleasure, make her shiver and twitch around him. Drive her higher and higher into ecstasy.
Gem taking a damage tick under him draws his attention to the fact that she's no longer nuzzled into his neck. What is she-
No! Somehow, she's managed to throw herself into the crook of his elbow. Throat first. In a choke-hold. She's choking herself, using him. No, no, that can't be good!
Before he can react, before he can force back the shock and loosen his involuntary hold, another damage tick rocks her body. Followed closely by by a breathless cry, and the shakes and clenches of orgasm. One so hard and drawn out, it yanks X over the finish line as well.
Gasping, he clings to Gem like she's his boat in a million block wide ocean, his elytra over the void. Eyes squeezed shut as she keeps cumming, wringing more and more from him, drawing his own orgasm out. Clenching so tight on him, like she's trying to strangle his knot.
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When his vision clears, he finds himself on his back. Gem is sat astride him, eyes clearer than he's seen them in a while.
"'suma?" She murmurs, still groggy. "What'er you... Why're we...?" Gem sways, eyes brightening with wetness.
"You have a glitch, Gem. It forced you into heat. There is no other way." Trying to string words together isn't exactly going well for X either. Mind-blowing orgasms being mind-blowing, they are not conducive to coherent thought soon after. Hopefully, he got all relevant information across. Hopefully, Gem understood it.
Some part of it must have gotten through, be cause she raises a hand to cover her mouth, hiding her trembling lip. Tears drip silver down her face, a single one at first and then all of them at once.
X half expects to have to grab her to keep her from tearing at their tie, to hold her down by force if necessary.
Instead, he finds himself with an armful of sobbing Gem. Each shake, each sob squeezes his knot, sending bolts of overstimulation through him. And when Gem pulls him closer, pulls him down to get her face into his neck again, into is scent glands, well, his face ends up in hers. A fresh dose of sweet, potent omega heat scent, right to the nose.
Xisuma whimmers. There's only so much he can take. Usually, that isn't a problem. Usually, he'd have a willing partner for him to ravish, to let loose with. Sometimes, even one he can bite.
That urge, along with the prickle in his gums, gets shunted down real quick, with the last of X's self control.
"Just one more round, you need just one more round then your heat should break, please Gem. Just one more round." He doesn't even know what he's begging for. Her forgiveness? Lost to him. Along with her trust, and soon, the rest of her too.
Perhaps, he can hope for her understanding. Maybe, she will see fit to grant him that, even with how he has failed her. Still is failing her. Every grind up into her is a betrayal of the values he swore to himself and his players to uphold. And yet, he does it anyway. Not because it's needed.
Because he wants it.
And isn't that his biggest sin of all?
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It takes forever for his knot to go down. For them to be ready for another round. Gem's sobs have quieted to hiccuping little sniffles.
Yet she meets his grinds with more of her own. Wrecking them both further and drawing this out longer than it needs to be.
He doesn't understand it. He does not understand, and currently has no brainpower to dedicate to unraveling the problem.
"I'm sorry, Gem." One more apology, as he rolls them over. Her under him, pinned by his weight. "I'll try to make this quick."
Letting loose, he pounds into her. Not holding anything back.
He can't tell if her squeals are distress or pleasure. Something dark in him doesn't care. They're so close to done.
Smooth skin under his fingers. His hand, on her throat. Held there by her own hands. Slowly choking the life out of her.
"No, Gem!" X tries, tries to yank his hand back. Gem's not letting go. He can't- he won't- Gem can't afford a respawn. Not until they're sure her code is safe again. Her connection to the world no longer being choked off.
Try as he might, Xisuma does not have the strength in one arm to wrest it free. His other one is keeping propped up. Like this, he can't even interact with the world console to give himself strength. Or her weakness.
He can't continue like this.
He also can't stop, both on the account of mustering the will power necessary, and the fact that Gem has both legs wrapped tight around him.
The only way out, is through. He'll just have to be extra careful with his hand, to not put any weight on it. Gem can keep it there, if this illusion of force helps her cope.
Time drags by unbearably slow, his orgasm staying firmly out of reach. Every moment, X is aware he's hurting Gem. More and more.
Oh how he hates this. Himself. For not being able to finish this quickly and cleanly. Tears spring to his eyes anew as he finally climbs that peak. Spills the hopefully last load in her. Locks them together for the final time.
It'll take a few minutes, for the hormones to do their thing. For her to become lucid again.
Xisuma drags his own mush of a brain up. Come on, think. What will Gem need when she comes to again.
Away from him, first and foremost. Her clothes.
With great effort, he rolls them over so he's on his back. Leaving her free to hop off him as soon as her head clears. A stretch, and he's fishing her clothes out of the shulker, setting them out.
What else, what else. Maybe someone to talk to? With no idea where his com ended up, X resorts to using the world console to send Cleo an admin message. To bring supplies for Gem's care, and whoever she deems most appropriate. He'll let her know when to join them. Until then, to wait out of sight.
Gem stirs from her drape over him, pulling back. She's lucid, then. Time to face the music.