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Swollen, wet, his tongue feels too big for his mouth- his head- his eyes want to roll away, wet as they are too. Pomni's fingers are on the outside of his dentures, gloved touch caressing pink gum. A shiver takes over his entire form, the binary code trembling inward with each gentle turn of her hand.
"Is this okay?" Her voice is gentle, patient. He can't see her face, the teeth of his head sealed nervously, but he knows her eyes are lidded, her smile small. Careful.
His hands on her shoulders flex. "Y-..." He collects himself. "Yes."
Caine thinks he's never been so close to a human, metaphorically or physically. Pomni straddles his lap and he's painfully aware of the contact, of her rendered rear flush with his pelvis. It's like he can feel the flare of every polygon, can count each number in countless lines of code. He tries to focus instead on the hands roaming his closed face.
"You can touch me too," she insists on a quiet chuckle.
His teeth part fractionally so that he can chance a look at her. Her expression is languid, dreamy, kind of sardonic. It makes the simulation of a heart beat wildly in his hollow chest.
Betraying that, his voice is steady and calculated. "Right..."
Afraid of letting go of her shoulder, afraid she might take such as an invitation to curl closer, he leaves one hand there. The other is hesitant at first, but as it cups over her chest, burying fingers into her waist, a reassuring noise billows directly from her lips to his dick.
His what?
Caine shifts, almost uncomfortably, beneath the featherlight weight of the jester. He had never considered anatomy like this, much less his own. Before Zooble made that vulgar wish and tripped the circus' automatic obedience, he's not sure he was even fully articulated.
Now, he's positive that he is.
Pomni can feel it too, apparently, given the way she grinds down once. Teasingly. Destructively.
Involuntarily, Caine spasms. His legs stiffen. The hand wrapped around her waist squeezes and he's forced to acknowledge how maleable she is beneath his grip.
"Did you like that?" Her hands cup his jaw, crane his teeth toward her face. Caine can see the lewd interest painted over her maw through the gap. Fingers twitch against her in contrast to her deft hold, and when words fail him, he nods eagerly.
She lilts, airy and all breaths, and rewinds the movement with an obscene, downward rolling of her hips. Caine twitches, sparks, his own snapping up to meet the feeling. He exhales hard, teeth pressed across Pomni's front. There's a soft noise caught in her throat and Caine can't help but chase it, his grip tightening. It's a tether, keeping him grounded despite how they float above it all, nearing the gentle slope of the circus tent's ceiling.
Her arms wrap around his head, holding him plainly against her. She murmurs something against his canine but he can't hear it over the blaring of his processor, whirring between his molars.
Suddenly, petal-soft lips grace his tooth, and then another, then kiss affectionately at the curve of his gums. Shuddering, he squeezes her waist and shoulder tighter, desperately.
"P-" He can barely find his voice. "Pomni-"
The jester stills, but does not jolt. She presses a cheek to his jaw, the arms around his head falling to hands on his shoulders. "Should I stop?"
"No-!" Startling backwards, they come face to face again. If he had blood, the heat suffocating his visage would make more sense. He corrects himself, eyes rolling anywhere else; too embarrassed to hold her patient gaze. "Yes-! I mean-! Let me... just..."
He fidgets, adjusts, squirms. Pomni can feel the trembling in his fingers and the tension seizing his body. They drift lazily through the air, her feet dangling over either side of him.
Smiling, she sits back a little, still riding his lap. If she can feel how hard he is beneath her, she makes no indication of it. Instead, she only hums as her hands smooth over his chest, just a bit. "Of course." And then, after a moment, she says a little softer, "This is really your first time, huh?"
Embarrassing!
Caine snaps his face shut, his voice momentarily disembodied. "Of course it is. No human has ever- I would never have-"
Pomni coos, sliding those hands under his arms to lean down into an embrace. She lays her cheek over his sternum and he can feel the quiet vibration of a hum echo through his AI. This time her voice is etched with obvious curiosity. "Have you ever wanted to?"
Another crack between his teeth to peer at her cautiously. Every part of him is doused in gasoline, ignited by a red-hot he has never experienced before. A beat passes before he admits carefully, "I have, um..." Swallows, blue and green eyes panning away. "Always wanted to be closer to you humans. In any way."
"Does this make you feel human?"
The question is presented so innocently, so softly, that Caine is sure she didn't mean to plunge the dagger into his absent throat.
"Closer," he says, finally allowing the hand on her shoulder to join the other at her waist. "Not quite."
"Mm..." She nuzzles, kisses his chest, before leaning back again. He lifts his knees so that she has something to rest her back against, but it takes everything in him to keep them from shaking. "That's okay. I don't feel so human lately anyways."
Unable to look away from how she exhibits herself, Caine's eyes are fixed from her warm regard to her open body language. To her hands that slide over his forearms, lacing around the wrists at her sides.
He wavers.
She keeps speaking, low and honeyed. "But this feels real."
Slowly, she gently encourages his hands to explore. His breath quickens, chest rising and falling in pulses as he watches his own gloves melt across the red and blue of Pomni's jumpsuit, and the humanlike form beneath.
Real, he thinks.
"It's okay," Pomni says. "I won't break."
Glancing briefly to her face only to find a velvetty smile, Caine resumes exploration with a touch more fervor. First he traces the width of her stomach with his palms, fingers fanned beneath where a human's ribs ought to be. He presses his thumbs into the mound around a supposed naval, all too interested in the elasticity. The something beneath her twitches noticeably as he wraps his hands around her hips and squeezes, presses.
Pomni makes a noise at that, illiciting Caine's fascination.
"Did you... like that?" He tries to parrot the words she'd used against him earlier, but it comes out slow and lopsided.
Doesn't seem to matter. Pomni croons, a drawn out, erogenous noise that makes him dizzy. "Yes," she says, hot and bold. "Do it again."
Caine is nothing if not a puppet for his humans. He squeezes, harder than before, and pulls her downward, crushing her warmth into the pounding heat between his legs. It pulls a slick noise from both of them, dripping and gooey. Thoughtlessly, Caine searches for it again, this time lifting his hips to meet the salacious sensation. Pomni grinds down in tandem, a shuttering gasp falling from her mouth as it falls forward, hands finding purchase on the ring master's shoulders again.
"Y- yeah-" her voice is a glimmer between them. "Just l- just like that-"
It drives through his head into the bottom of his belly, pooling so brightly that he thinks he might short-circuit. He obeys, fingertips digging into the softness of her hips as he ruts up into her, desperate and haphazard. He's awestruck by the sensation, the closeness, the hot breath panting against the bottom row of his teeth.
Pomni kisses him there, over and over, and his hips stutter, his fingers twitch. He lets out a harsh noise, almost pathetic, chasing a burning star that refuses to collapse. It's like it's not enough- somehow- impossibly.
Her hands are on either side of his jaw, thumbs stroking nameless patterns that drive him into a fever. He can't help the way he whimpers her name then, "P- Po—omni- please-"
Then she giggles, unabashed and glowing, and he wants to bury his head in the sand and disappear. Her hips move downward once, sharp, and he stops. Fake heart pounding, pretend blood rushing. Caine thinks he's on fire, or worse, burned up to embers.
"Sorry," he blubbers, regrettably removing his hands to hide his face.
The space between his hips aches and throbs and hurts, but in a way he finds incredibly addicting.
Flawless in her empathy and kindness, Pomni touches him carefully, without demand. She brushes her mouth over his knuckles as she pets him. With the gentle motion of lapping waves, she rocks her hips just enough to keep the ache scorching. "Don't be. I think it's cute."
"C- cu—ute?" He's whining again, but he peeks through his fingers at her. "Me?"
Pomni giggles again, bringing a hand to her chin. "Yes, you. I didn't know you could blush like that."
"I'm not blushing-!"
"Sure." The jester is smirking, dark lids halving her gaze. "And I'm not dying to see what your tongue can do."
Caine's teeth click, like a blink, as he tilts his head. His hands fall, but he's unsure of what to do with them so they hover near her knees. "My tongue?"
"Mhm." Pomni sinks into him, hands traveling into his. She interlocks their fingers and for some reason, Caine finds that to be the best of it all so far. "I want you to lick me." Her breath fans across his bottom teeth, their eyes level. He can't look away, but he squirms. "Every part of me, if you like."
Even if he thinks that's a little odd, Caine does not think about refusing. Regardless, he is timid, buzzing beneath her. He squeezes her hands, elated when she squeezes back.
"O- okay..."
Pomni's head inclines to the side, dark hair falling around her cute face. "You need to take my clothes off first."
"O- oh!"
"I can't do it. They're kind've part of the avatar."
"R- right!"
A beat. No one moves. Pomni's eyes slide side to side, a puzzled look briefly crossing her before she smirks again. "Whenever you're ready."
Unbreaking his gaze, frozen as it is, hot blush smeared across his face, Caine untangles a hand to snap his fingers.
Unceremoniously, with a slight pop!, Pomni's clothes disappear. Secondarily she breaks her suave, sex-educator persona to let out a startled squeak, that free hand darting to her cheek. She blinks, looking back at Caine to find his eyes glued to her body. His hand in hers is stone, fingers taut.
The harlequin's body is stark, the porcelain white soft across the expanse of her skin. Her chest buds, pink nipples pert. She's halfway surprised the avatar is equipped with the typical assets- a belly button sits at the center of her squishy belly, and her pussy has a healthy lick of dark hair.
For a moment, she lets him look. Her face burns just a bit, but the real life dysmorphia is nonexistent in the body that has only shortly been hers.
Beneath her, Caine struggles to keep his mind straight. Breathless, he tepidly, finally brings his free hand to her knee. Testing, he slides it up her thigh, squeezing the fattest part, shivering at the way snowy skin plushes around the action. Still slow, still testing, he smooths his hand to her hip and finds it fits even more perfectly in his fist now. He squeezes there too, eyes darting to Pomni's face as that brings another delectable noise out of her.
When their eyes meet, Pomni smiles. Caine tremors, reality slamming back into him. A noise hitches in him as he retracts his hand, face turning away. "Sorry," he says again.
"S'okay." Pomni's drawling voice pricks across his form and it flares in his abdomen. When she reaches for his hand, he manages to face her again, swimming slightly more upright so that he isn't lying so flat in the air anymore. She guides his hands back upon her body, one to her chest and the other at a hip. Strangely, his pupils flutter like lashes.
She giggles again, tiny and cute. Caine feels like he's choking down cotton, or like bees are thrumming alive in his gut.
"I'm enjoying this," she says. "I'll tell you if I need you to stop. You don't need to apologize, okay?"
Gosh, he feels like he's going to melt into a blubbering puddle. He swoons, croons a singsong noise, as he obliges finally with his tongue - not that he really understands what to do with it. His eyes roll to the back of his dentures to allow for the exposure of the long, flat muscle. Caine drags it wetly up Pomni's entire torso, a stripe of spit left in the wake.
Her reaction is immediate, palpable, amazing - she shudders full-body, a wanton noise climbing to the crest of a sharp breath.
Caine's hands paw at her as he repeats the motion, this time leaning into her. He pulls her closer, his hips buckling at the sensation, and laps her from stomach to throat. She bunches her hands in the lapel of his suit, shuddered breaths wracking her avatar. Curiously, he closes his teeth around the crook of her shoulder just a bit, enough to test the solidity of her given form.
It's soft. Fleshy. The taste is indescribable- not salty, not sweet, but something akin to ozone and technology.
She curses, "Holy s—t," the word automatically censored by the circus.
Silly, he thinks, considering the degeneracy they're partaking in.
"Try lower," she murmurs.
He obliges like he's starting to understand. It's not hard to put together, after all. He angles her back and she balances on the edge of his knees as he licks down, down, down between her legs. Pomni makes a puling noise and touches the sides of his face, the divots between tooth and gum, as he tastes her core for the first time.
This part is sweet. Something Caine has never tasted- not like sunshine or rain, not like thunder or tech. It's a sweet mucus and he laps at it curiously, hungrily, finds that the taste and texture alone drive pointedly to his appendage. Inexperienced but all so eager, he laps long strands that reach from the far back to the cherry tip.
Pomni reacts primal to that one, so Caine worries it. One grip on his head fastens, pulls him deeper and she's making a ruckus above him. Curiously, his eyes exit the back of his mouth to float idly overhead- she's panting, chest heaving, eyes hazy and half-open. She fingers one of her nipples with the hand not on his teeth, pinching and rolling as she watches him dreamily. Every inch of her twitches or trembles, her knees knocking around quietly as she tries to maintain herself.
It's- well-
He can't help his own hand as it slips between his legs, if only to relieve the tension, if only to explore, to understand-
Caine rubs at himself, something he has never, ever even thought of indulging-
He groans, can't stop.
Pomni finally catches the eyes leering down upon her. A sanguine blush obscures her face but she grins crookedly, falls apart further and further for him to ogle.
The hand holding her steady on the top of his knees digs into her hip; the hand on the ones and zeroes of his cock coops, drags, pulls a noise out of him. It's hard to split his focus, hard to keep it together. If she doesn't explode yet, he's liable to first. He feels it building, like a pressure begging for release.
Pomni falls first; she moves her hips like she's searching for it, blubbering words trickling from her lips, guiding, teasing- Caine tries to be led, licking and kissing with his teeth in any way she directs. It happens when he pinches her clit between his front teeth ever-so gently. As noisy as she'd gotten, she's quiet when she cums. Focused, needy.
Unknowing but suspicious, Caine keeps working her over, milking her without meaning to. He licks long between the edges of her vulva to drink up what she weeps. The taste is thicker and now she's noisy again, almost too loud. He doesnt stop exploring her, licking repetitively, wetly at her cunt as it twitches against his teeth, his tongue. She trembles full-body around him and whines, grows almost quiet as her body stiffens, then jerks. Another wave hits her, a blooming sort of lovesickness making her movements unintelligible. When it breaches something wretching, pained, Caine pulls away, eyes abruptly back in place as he surveys her. He holds her gingerly by the waist, the mounting pressure left to groan between his legs at the new absence of his hand.
She's a mess on his knees and melts down into him as she collapses into the afterglow. She clings to where his neck ought to be, something incoherent slipping from her mouth.
"What was that?" His voice is quiet, but bright. Everything about his code feels like burning.
"Your turn," is all she manages.
It takes some figuring out, considering the lack of a tangible form beneath rendered fabric, but somehow Pomni ends up back on the edge of his knees with a hand around an invisible cock. His face is hot, his vision sort of blurring, and he's not sure if he should watch or avert his eyes. She seems unbothered regardless, more interested than anything.
He's not so sure what comes next. He wonders if she will use her tongue in a similar fashion.
Caine's eyes buzz red and blue briefly as something far more exciting swallows him whole.
Pomni sinks her hips into his and sheaths him fully, however slow and careful it proves to need. She makes a face, lets out a few squeaks. "Y-you're so big-"
He's not sure why, but that comment makes him lightheaded. Unable to form words, he only grunts, head swimming so he has to hang onto her thighs like an anchor until the head of his length is touching the back of her walls. They pulse and squeeze around him, wet and leaking. Suddenly he knows why Zooble had craved this.
Thinking about Zooble feels wrong. Thinking about anything else feels wrong. So he whispers her name over and over Pomni, Pomni, P-Pom- Pomni- Pompompom- P- Pphh- like a reverent prayer.
He's not sure if he hates or loves how she looks down at him then, smirking like she has all the power in the world. "I've never seen you so quiet," she remarks, coy and detrimental.
Despite having no real need to, Caine swallows thickly, eyes darting between hers and anywhere else. "Sh- should I be speaking?"
A gentle giggle, gentle touches to his face again. She kisses him on the rim of the bottom row of his front teeth. "You can."
She hasn't even moved yet and everything in him is already firing, calibrating, churning. A quiet awe dews the space between them as she smiles lackadaisical down at him. "I am distracted," he manages. "Entirely."
"By?"
Oh, systems.
"B- by you. Your proximity." His voice thins. "Your position relative to mine is difficult to process."
Robotic, clinical, fascinated.
Pomni makes a noise, somewhere between amused and flattered. "Is that a good thing?"
His fingers curve around her hips. "Very."
Leaning in, her lips brush his bottom teeth again. "Good," she whispers. "I'm going to move now, okay?"
He doesn't need to be told what that means. Caine nods almost anxiously. "Please."
Another giggle, this time accentuated by the movement in her lower body. She starts slow, rolling back until she's nearly empty, rolling forward until she's taken all of him again. It's impossible now to stay quiet, any noise he tries to stifle escaping the empty space at the back of his head. He grunts, squeaks, tries to form words and fails. It only worsens as she picks up the pace, hands on his shoulders granting her leverage as she bounces in his lap. She doesn't seem to question how the empty space beneath her knees keeps her hoisted, but she uses it to her advantage to slide him in- out- in and out and in and- until he has a hand pressed to the top molars of his head. Afraid he's going to leak out between the gaps in his fingers, afraid he's going to fall apart and take the whole damn circus with him- Caine tries not to lose himself, but how can he not by the feeling coupled with Pomni Pomni the newcomer who shows him affection and understanding like no one ever has somehow somehow she sees him in him in him Pomni on top of him, puffs of breath fogging his nonexistent ears? Somehow it's all he hears. His new favorite song.
Mindlessly, he wishes for a more humanoid form- for a solid, visible body so that he can be naked with her and feel skin against skin against skin- for a face completed by a mouth so that he can kiss her deeply, beyond the surface.
Human, human, human.
Somehow not all all; somehow the closest he's ever been.
"M-my starlet, you're-"
Like rays of a sunshine he's never known, like moonbathing beneath stars that twinkle for real, galaxies away.
"-everything and- and I- I can't- Pomn-nnh- Pomni-"
It's too much and not enough. She moves just right, but misses just there-
Her voice mingles into his, a question broken apart by small gasps and tight exhales. "How do you feel?"
Human, human, human.
"Closer." An answer, a plea. Somewhere in between.
A glitch disrupts his form but not unpleasantly; parts of him fragment momentarily beneath her. He lets out a breath in the same moment that he gives in to his own body, without permission, without being asked- outside of his programming, something for him and no one else.
Caine wraps his arms around her; a hand at the small of her back, the other at the back of her head, and he surges up and into her, kisses her face without lips, his tongue finding hers despite the juxtaposing sizes. He flips them, climbs on top of her, drops her into the abyss and she falls, falls- she makes a startled noise, almost a yelp, and flails just a bit beneath him as she anticipates a plummeting to the circus' checkered floor.
Instead, the world rushes around them, fast and blinding, and her back hits the soft, colorful comforter of her oversized bed.
"Oh-!"
"S- sorry," Caine whimpers into her ear, clinging to her, holding her close as his knees dig into the mattress. His hips piston, quiver, haphazardly realign until he's fucking her into the bed in a way that finally satisfies that shooting star.
"N-nn- no it's good-!" She rambles, babbles against his head, arms locked around his shoulders, suffocating him in her neck and the pillows. Good, good, it's good, you feel good, Caine-
The star crash-lands into the pit of his stomach, a burning heat at the base of his dick. He pants, whines, begs, "Say it again," again, again, again.
"Caine," she moans, breathless, and he feels her break open beneath him again. Her insides seize, tremble, pulse, a new wave of something sweet leaking around him. She's louder than before, his name laced through near-sobs. "-good, Caine, Caine, you're so f——g good for me, Caine-"
Another glitch usurps his code, this time dramatically. Whole sections of him disintegrate and dissect into pieces, the only thing keeping him together Pomni's hands wrapped 'round, pulling him down, down into her. He frays at the edges, pixels misplaced around her hold as he strains through the disruption to meet satisfaction, completion.
His hands slip off her, find the blankets and curl into them, grip too-tight in an attempt to stay here, stay with her.
Pomni's cheek is against his teeth and something wet slips here too, but he doesn't register it now, only aware of the sensual way their hips meet over and over and he fills her over and over and-
If the act is a shooting star, the end is an imploding supernova. The noise he makes is pathetic and broken, skipping like a broken record as his form nearly shatters in the wake of his orgasm. It takes him in jutting waves, his hips stuttering, searching, before slowing to the hilt. Buried in her, emptying into her, flooding and leaking and she's making little, quiet noises against his head.
Pomni holds him close. Finally, his hands find her again, wrap around her. They don't move for a bit, until their breathing has evened out and her hips have cocked around him and it's almost uncomfortable to stay tangled like this. Until his form fits back into place, every pixel returning uniformly.
He doesn't move yet, doesn't speak, because he's not sure how to. Not sure what happens next.
He's thankful that she breaks the silence.
"How was that?" Indolently, she drapes her fingers up and down his back. It sends a shiver to the top of his throat.
"I-..." He hugs her closer before he forces himself to disentangle. "...do not have a single answer." With a hand on either side of her head, he props himself up.
There are tears streaking her cheeks. Pomni's face is flushed, crimson overtaking white. He startles, unsure of whether to run away or repent. Instead he stammers, takes her face in his hands to angle her gaze, looks her up and down. "Oh! Are you okay? I'm so sorry, my Pomni, I-"
Cutting through his worry, her resulting laugh is warm and reassuring. She reaches for his face too, and he can't help the way he dips entirely into it. "No, no, I'm fine. Cumming four times in a row is just a little overwhelming."
He's halfway surprised the word wasn't censored, more surprised that such a pleasant bodily function can bring one to tears.
"Oh." He presses one hand over hers, holds it against his jaw as he sits back on his heels between her knees. He tries to ignore the vulgar, wet noise they make upon retraction.
Absentmindedly, her knees close, and she pushes herself up into the pillows.
"Th- that's... good?" His voice is small and he can't really look at her, so he focuses on replacing himself.
Pomni sighs, but it sounds more like pleasant relief than the annoyance he's used to from his players. "Very," she affirms.
When he does look at her, she's smiling, her cheek against a shoulder as she stares dreamily at him.
Embarrassing.
"Are you glad we did this?"
Always asking for his feedback, even though that's his job. Caine's face is warm. "Yes." He glances away. "And that is complicating."
Pomni rubs distantly at her cheek, at the dried tears, sort of casual. "Why's that?"
Caine bows toward her, and if he could smile he would, but he settles for taking her face again to wipe away her tears. As his thumbs stroke across one cheek, then the other, the tears and blush are forcefully cleaned away by his control. "I'm afraid it could become a habit."
This time it's her hand holding his close. Her eyes slip shut, and another sigh falls from her chest. "That's fine with me."
"Pomni?"
The two go still. Ragatha's voice approaches, not far away. The remaining party must have finished their in-house, carnival adventure.
"How are you feeling? We're done with Caine's adventure- have you seen him?"
She's at the other side of the door now, a gentle knock with her soft, plush knuckles continuing her voice. "He didn't show up to congratulate us..."
Pomni blinks. Caine is frozen, staring wide-eyed at her.
"Pom?"
Caine pulls away his hand, ready to snap fingers at his side.
"Wait," Pomni's voice is a rushed whisper.
"I'm sorry," Caine breathes.
With an echoing, silent snap, Caine disappears.
Alone on her bed, everything is back in place. Pomni is clean, clothes painted over her avatar, hair combed and hat sewn to her crown.
Quiet. Suffocating without him in it.
Forcing her voice to work, she answers. "I- yeah- I'm okay..."
She swings her feet over the tall edge of the bed, slinks to the door. When she opens it, Ragatha is smiling delicately.
"You still feeling homesick? The adventure wasn't really the same without you."
Pomni manages a careful smile. "Yeah, I..." She steps out, closes the door at her back. "Didn't realize how much I'd miss you guys."
Somewhere far away, Caine's voice booms, bright and performative, something congratulatory. He must have found the others.
Pomni tries to ignore the twist in her gut, and the pang in her chest.
"Oh, there he is! Come on, we're all going to hang out in the lounge for a bit. Jax is even being, well, partway agreeable today!"
It's hard to say no, but as Pomni takes a stride beside the ragdoll, she finds herself hoping for something.
For what, she's not sure.
In the distance, Caine's laughter is pitched a little too perfectly.