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"What do you think it is, Master?"
"Beats me. Looks like some weird mushroom."
When King Mango ordered Purple to accompany him on a trip to the Nether for materials, Purple was rather confused. But now that he was so far from the castle, he'd started to understand. The world was dangerous, whether Mango liked it or not. There were enemies, there were traps, and there were weirdly shaped mushrooms.
The duo peered at the unfamiliar plant with two very different expressions. Purple looked curious, a blatant contrast to Mango's look of distaste. Mango huffed angrily, and Purple quickly looked up at his king.
"I've never seen these before. What are they doing here?" It was almost as if the mushroom was intentionally irritating Mango, as if he was offended by the mushroom's audacity to exist.
Mango bent down, yanking the mushroom out of the ground. Dangerous, yes - but Mango didn't seem to care. He brought the foreign plant up to his nose and gave it a sniff.
Purple prepared for his king to drop it and stomp on it until it was nothing but a smudge on the ground. He was quite surprised to see Mango's eyebrows raise with interest.
"What does it smell like, Master?"
"Smell it for yourself." Mango shoved the fungus in Purple's face - he took a deep inhale as his king instructed.
The smell was... almost indescribable. It was sweet, with an almost zesty flavour that lingered after Mango pulled it away. It tingled in his nose, making him repress the urge to sneeze. It smelled... amazing.
"Think it tastes as good as it smells?" Mango asked, with a glint of curiosity in his eyes. Purple restrained a laugh.
"Master, you can't be seriou-"
Oh.
Apparently he was serious, because as Purple spoke, Mango took a large bite out of the mushroom. Purple watched with bewildered curiosity as Mango chewed the mysterious plant, his face contemplative. He swallowed, and Purple awaited a reply.
Mango didn't say anything for a second, his eyes almost glassy.
"Oh. It's an aphrodisiac." Purple raised an eyebrow, looking between his king and the plant with interest.
"An aphrodisiac, Master?"
"Do you know what that is?" Purple shook his head. Mango looked at Purple, and then back at the mushroom. He handed it to Purple wordlessly. He took the fungus and bit into it without a second thought, curious as to what this aphrodisiac thing was.
It didn't taste as good as it smelled. It tasted better. It made his whole mouth buzz as the sweet and zingy flavour flooded his mouth. Purple hummed, smiling as he continued to chew. The tingling seemed to reverberate through his body, resting somewhere in his stomach before he had even swallowed it.
Then, he swallowed it.
Purple realised why Mango had gone quiet, now. His breath hitched as the tingling turned into pulsing, moving from his mouth, to his throat, continuing to move down his body until it accumulated right between his legs.
Purple almost dropped the mushroom as the effects began to set in. Oh, god... So this was what an aphrodisiac was. He took a steadying breath, feeling Mango's eyes on him as he set it down on a nearby rock. He didn't meet Mango's gaze, knowing he must be experiencing the exact feelings that Purple was. Instead, and not on purpose, his eyes trailed lower. Lower, to the bulge in Mango's trousers - threateningly big and very appealing, just like the man himself.
"How'd it taste?" Mango asked, voice impossibly calm.
"Uh- Good. Great. Mhm." Purple managed to get out, not bearing to look down at himself. He wanted to hold onto the hope that his erection wasn't as noticeable as Mango's. The pulsing in his groin told him that was wishful thinking at best.
"Look at me." Mango commanded. Purple's head had never turned so fast, looking up at his king so quickly he felt his neck crack.
Mango's pupils were dilated, his cheeks flushed a nice, delicate pink. Something in his eyes made Purple feel hunted - like Mango was a ravenous predator, and he was a helpless little mouse who'd stumbled right into his tracks. The way Mango looked at him - like he wanted to devour him, like he wanted to ruin him...
It was driving Purple fucking insane.
Mango took a step toward the shorter, as if testing the waters. When Purple didn't move, he took a few more. Purple had to strain his neck slightly to look his king in the eyes as he got closer, shrinking in on himself on what he might call instinct. He could feel the heat radiating off of Mango, trying desperately to control his breathing as he was stared down by the taller.
"M-Master..?" He'd meant to phrase it as a question, but it came out more like a whimper as Mango's hands placed themselves on his waist. Fuck.
Mango's eyes flicked up and down the smaller, before meeting his again. This time, he didn't look ready to swallow him whole. No, the look his king gave him this time was more of a question. Purple nodded, giving him an answer.
"Please." Purple whispered.
It seemed like that was all Mango needed to hear, immediately grabbing Purple and pushing him - hard - so his back hit the wall. The strong hands still on his waist made Purple bite his lip, looking up at his king with eyes that spoke a thousand words.
"Be patient. Can't fuck you with your clothes on, now, can I?" Mango's voice sounded like it'd dropped an octave, laced with the same carnal desire that his eyes reflected so vividly. Purple whimpered, giving a nod.
"Can't hear you."
"Yes, Master." Purple replied, without a second of hesitation. Mango smirked, looking down at Purple with an unfamiliar fondness that made his chest flutter.
"Good boy." The praise sent a jolt of need through Purple, his face reddening as he tore his eyes away from Mango. Fuck, that was hot. Really, really hot.
Mango's large hands began undoing Purple's belt, fumbling with the buckle before tossing it haphazardly aside. His pants came next, a soft sound escaping Purple at the odd sensation of his legs meeting the hot air around them.
Mango looked down at the bulge in Purple's boxers, licking his lips. Purple watched as Mango's hand placed itself over his clothed erection, back arching against the wall when Mango began to rub. It was slow, tantalising, and so fucking good. Purple whined, bucking his hips up into the touch.
"P-Please, Master, please give me more." Purple pleaded through gasps and moans. Mango's eyes flicked between his hand on Purple's erection and the look on Purple's face. Purple wasn't sure what he looked like, but Mango seemed happy to answer that for him.
"God, look at you. Always knew you were a fuckin' whore. So pretty like this." Purple didn't expect those words to affect him as much as they did. A quivering whine spilled past his lips, a muffled 'Master' coming with it. "Fuck, Purple," Mango groaned. Purple wasn't even sure if his king had ever said his name before, but he wasn't complaining at all.
Mango pulled his hand away very suddenly, and Purple whined in protest. The loss of stimulation made his aching cock throb, whispered pleas spilling past him trembling lips.
"I said be patient. Give me a second, you fucking slut."
"Y-Yes Master, I-I'm sorry." Purple's voice was shaking as he watched Mango begin to take off his pants, turning away so Purple couldn't see his front. Still, he couldn't help but stare as Mango pulled them off, bringing his boxers too. His shirt came last, delaying Purple the sight of his cock for longer than the other liked. It was worth it, though. Purple's jaw dropped when Mango turned to face him, hard erection a lot bigger than it looked under his clothes.
"H-Holy fuck, Master, that-" Purple tried to find the words he was looking for, eyes fixated on the massive cock that stood before him. Mango was already too tall to be human - and it seemed that trait also applied to his dick.
"That's n-not gonna fit inside me, is it?" His voice shook a little, worry evident in his tone. Mango laughed a little at that - a sound that made Purple's heart leap into his throat for a moment.
"'Course it will. You just have to relax, and let me prep you first."
"Prep me..? Did you bring lube?" Mango shook his head, pulling a slimeball out of his pocket. Purple barely stopped himself from laughing, spreading his legs with no further comment.
"Good boy." Mango said again, and Purple couldn't quite hold back a whimper.
Mango set the slimeball down on a nearby rock, just close enough to reach from where he stood in front of Purple. Purple watched his movements as best as he could, but that still didn't prepare him for his king's next move.
Purple let out a yelp as Mango lifted him up, a little rougher than he'd expect. His king manhandled him effortlessly, slamming him down on another, much flatter rock. Purple expected it to hurt, but it seems like the mushroom turned him into a sensitive, horny bitch. Or maybe he already was one.
He didn't get time to decide which before he felt something cold on his ass. The sensation shut down his train of thought, now focused on the feeling of Mango spreading his cheeks apart. His other hand started to lube up his hole, making Purple shiver as he rocked his hips into his touch. His king was barely doing anything, and yet he was trying not to start moaning.
"Such a needy little thing," Mango muttered. Purple didn't get the chance to respond before he grabbed onto the rock, holding it for dear life as a long moan escaped his lips. One finger alone was already a stretch, heavy pants leaving Purple's lips; but that was nothing to when Mango actually started moving the finger.
The feeling of Mango's finger fucking the slime into him was already driving him crazy, and he'd barely moved yet. Every curl of his finger, every tiny thrust of his hand - each and every action pulled a new sound from Purple's throat.
Mango didn't warn him when he slid the second finger in, but Purple definitely felt it. He gave a broken moan, rocking his hips into his hand with loud, breathy moans. Pleas and gentle whines flowed freely from his mouth, but Mango didn't move. He waited, Purple's desperate whines and needy whimpers dying down. As soon as they stopped, as soon as Purple collected himself - Mango removed the fingers almost entirely, before slamming them back in.
Purple cried out, back arching once more as he melted into a shuddering mess once more. Somewhere in the haze of his mind, he registered hearing Mango praise him again. Involuntary pleas left his mouth, only intensifying as Mango's fingers started to stretch out his hole.
The harsh burn wasn't registering as anything but pleasure. Either the aphrodisiac was numbing the sting of the stretch, or he was a masochist. As a third finger joined the mix, however, he decided it was probably a bit of both.
The torturous preparations went on for another 2 minutes or so, filled with Purple's pathetic noises and the occasional praise from Mango. Purple whined shakily as Mango pulled his fingers away, leaving Purple a shaking mess. The deprivation was enough to drive Purple to insanity, the pulsing need between his legs resonating through his entire body.
"P-Please, Master- F-Fuck me, please oh god- just fuck me Master, please, please fuck me-" Purple continued to beg, barely even registering the words that leave his lips. He's total putty in Mango's hands - a mindless fucktoy for him to use, for him to destroy. Purple belonged to him. He always had, but now it was different. Mango owned him, his king had him completely under his control - and that thought made Purple feel fucking amazing.
Purple didn't realise Mango had lined himself up with his entrance until he was forcing his way inside. The stretch combined with the pleasure of having something inside of him again made Purple scream. Mango didn't stop pushing his way in, incredibly slow and yet much too fast.
Purple's brain felt like it was breaking. There was nothing but the pleasure, nothing but the feeling of Mango as he began to fuck him. He hadn't even bottomed out, but every time his king pressed further he felt full to the brim. Even and calculated thrusts hit every little sensitive spot, forcing loud moans and overstimulated shouts from his mouth.
Purple tried to say something, but as he opened his mouth he quickly forgot what it was. Mango was going faster now, hands gripping his hips as his speed climbed. The changes in page made Purple cry out, every new change in tempo wiping his mind of thoughts all over again.
"S-Such a good little- fuck- Such a good fucking whore, holy shit, Purple." Mango groaned, and only now did Purple realise how heavy his king was breathing. He nodded, unable to get out a word in reply as a harsh thrust ruined his train of thought. Mango leant down, leaning right over Purple as he began to fuck into him harshly. Purple's hands had somewhere to go, now - they wrapped themselves around Mango before he could stop them.
Mango didn't mind, it seemed - but Purple didn't really register that, anyway. Mango's low moans and his strained groans drove Purple even closer to the edge, feeling his dick twitch in sudden warning.
"M-Ma- Aahn- Mast- Maste- hhAah-" He tried to warn the other. He seemed to take the hint, speeding up his movements with what definitely could have been a growl. Purple cursed loudly as he felt Mango's hand move from his hip to his dick, giving it a few encouraging pumps.
Purple's vision went white as Mango thrust deeper than he'd been going before, slamming something inside him that made his whole body tense. Purple practically screamed as his orgasm crashed over him with little to no warning, releasing ribbons of cum over Mango's hand. He rode out his orgasm with loud curses and cries, nails digging into Mango's back. He clenched around Mango's length, tears welling up in his eyes from the overstimulation.
He wasn't sure how long it went on, losing grasp on everything around him as his body jolted with pleasure. All he knew was the pleasure, his brain fucking broken as he cried out helplessly. He thought he could feel tears on his face as he moaned, slutty and loud. He was so fucking mindless, shattered in his entirety as his king used him.
He started to come back down from the empty, brainless haze. Mango let out a breathless moan, cursing through gritted teeth. Purple whined as Mango came inside of him, feeling it fill him up more than he thought possible. He thrust into him a few more times, shallow and slow as he rode out his orgasm. Tears rolled down Purple's cheeks as he gasped brokenly, mind going hazy again. Mango pulled out of Purple when he was done - Purple's back arched, wincing at the feeling.
There was silence between the two as the effects of the aphrodisiac filtered out of their brains. Mango stood up straight, his face flushed and sweaty. Expression unreadable, his eyes traced up and down Purple's form. Purple felt himself go bright red, rushing to cover himself.
"What's the matter? Put your clothes on. We have to keep moving." Mango stated simply, already halfway through redressing himself. Purple mentally smacked himself in the head, trying not to look surprised. How can he be so calm? Personally, Purple was ready for lava to swallow him whole.
"Y-Yes Master." He said regardless, putting his own clothes back on with shaking hands. God, that felt fucking amazing. He looked over at Mango, accidentally catching his eye. He looked away before Mango could question him.
They didn't talk much throughout the rest of the trip. Purple wasn't sure if he'd be able to formulate a reply if Mango spoke. Lucky for him, Mango seemed off in his own world. The vague pink tint on his cheeks wasn't quite gone yet. Purple didn't blame him. He probably wouldn't stop thinking about that for weeks. Partially because of how good it was, and partially because he could feel bruises forming from where he was up against the rock. He'd regret that tomorrow.
Purple didn't necessarily want to do that again; but if the opportunity presented itself, then he'd certainly be saying yes. He wouldn't be begging for it, not internally or externally. It'd just be okay to do more often. Obviously, it didn't matter to him. He didn't care if Mango fucked him again or not. Of course he didn't.
Well, as long as he didn't end up falling in love with him. That'd be a stupid thing to do.
Why would he do that?