۶ৎ faeloria 🎪

The ringleader had always showed a preference to you, compared to the others; whether it was coming up with excuses to be close to you, asking for suggestions for adventures and only actually listening to your requests, helping you during adventures by giving you hints and suggestions, or just directly randomly asking to hangout, despite his hesitation and shyness in asking a human to spend time with him.

You enjoyed spending time with Caine. You couldn't really explain the motive behind it, he probably caused you to feel sorry for him, even though he wasn't the best towards the others, you could tell he was really trying his best to make everyone have fun, but it just wasn't programmed in him.

The empathy you felt towards him was the energy that moved your legs to walk and stay in his office whenever he asked you. He even generated the book you once talked about to him in the digital world for you to read as a thanks for staying with him while everyone turned their back towards his mix-matched eyes.

So there you were, the artificial moonlight shining through the glass roof of Caine's office, you were sat comfortably on one of the two green couches who were placed parallel to one another in the middle of his office, completely immerse in your favorite book.

"My dear, you've spent hours reading that silly book of yours!" Caine commented, floating slightly above you.

In reality only about 30 minutes had passed from when you started reading the first pages of your novel, but apparently Caine, like a big needy puppy, already missed your attention.

You took in the decision of not replying to him, seeing how far he would take this little scene.

Seeing you lack of answer, the ringleader looked down at you with his big eyes, noticing how comfortable you were on the couch, his couch! You were in his office and you had the guts to ignore him!

"Playing the silent game are you? Fine, two can play at this game, toots!" He challenged, childishly turning his back towards you, still mid-air, closing his teeth to shut his eyes in a toddler-like tantrum.

You still didn't give him the benefit of looking up at the pretentious ringmaster, your eyes analyzing the book you were reading, line by line, word by word.

Noticing this, Caine's "two can play at this game" personality quickly vanished after just a few seconds, noticing you weren't calling out for him or giving him any attention whatsoever, he turned back, defeated but not showing it.

His artificial brain was scattered with thoughts, what could possibly be in that book that was so much more important than him?! His upper teeth furrowed like eyebrows in rage and disappointment

Curiosity got the best of him and he subtly floated closer to you, from behind, gently placing his head on your shoulder, looking forward to see the content of the book, trying to understand what was taking up all of your attention that should be concentrated on him instead.

Caine's big heterochromatic eyes looked at the words lined up on the pages, the author was going off about a topic, or describing a character, he couldn't tell, it wasn't important anyway, it was most likely boring compared to him.

"Looks boring," He commented, definitely out of jealousy for a book, "nothing about this looks entertaining."

You could tell he was getting more and more pissed off by the second, but that didn't stop you from giving him the silent treatment, smugly turning the page, acting as if you don't hear his complains.

At this point, he didn't even wait to see your reaction, he just floated on the couch and crawled towards you, arriving on your lap and practically shoving his face towards yours.

"Is this enough to grab your attention?"

You were basically forced to look at him, the desperate look in his big puppy eyes breaking your tough act with a short smile.

"Caine, c'mon i'm trying to read!—" you said with a short smile, trying to playfully push his head out of the way.

"Mmm, I don't think so, dear!" Caine said, and with a snap of his fingers, the book disappeared from your hands like if it had never existed.

"Hey! Caine, i was enjoying that!" you gave him a soft pout, in reality you stopped concentrating on the book a few minutes ago when he started with his antics.

"Nonsense! You couldn't enjoy a book more than my company!" Caine bit back in a condescending tone, then after a few seconds, he looked at you with puppy eyes "..could you?"

His soft gaze broke your heart and caused you to chuckle warmly, holding his "face" in your palms and caressing his bottom gums.

"Of course not, Caine.."

You stayed cuddled for about a minute, before Caine realized how close you two were, and floated away from you, fixing his bow tie, as he cleared his throat with blush covering what would be his cheeks.

"A-ahem, that's great to hear!" He says, hiding the shyness in his voice, going on to ramble about some topic, leaving you forced, but happy, to listen.

Things have been hard for everyone.

Being in the digital circus was tiring; being deprived of your own identity and feeling like you’re going insane. Then obviously Caine has to come in and worsen everything with his stupid, tiring, adventures that would last hours, or even days.

It’s safe to say that you were tired of everything. Everyone was tired, still some people kept their hopes up, including you, hiding everything behind a smile and encouraging words to your partners who were doing as bad as you were.

You missed your old life, even though the memories you had of it were hazy, you specifically missed one thing about it: sex.

It sounded stupid in your head, but you couldn’t really help it, the stress of trying not to abstract and stay positive, the pressure of figuring out a way out and the impending sense of doom in a digital world where dying was impossible needed away out.

Thankfully you had someone you could consider a friend during all this: Pomni.

She saw through everything, your smiles, your words of encouragement. She knew about your problems and really helped you feel— even a slight bit— better.

With time, you couldn’t help but to find this behavior attractive, hot even.

You felt like, for once, you could relax into someone’s arms and just stop the little voice in your head.

And that’s what you did, literally.

You were both in your digitally designed room, cuddled up on your bed, your head on her lap, right between her jester-pants covered thighs, looking up at her big red and blue eyes, her brown bangs framing her soft pale face, making her look even more attractive. Definitely not helping you fight your new born crush on her.

Her hands gently stroked your hair as she listened to you talk about your problems, nodding along the way. She had this way off comforting people that was incredible, indescribable.

”I just sense everything building up all at once.” you frowned, vividly explaining your problems ”I feel so stressed, like I'm closer to abstraction day after day.”

”It’s obvious to feel that way, we all do. You shouldn’t take it so hard on yourself, pretty.” Pomni repeated, smiling softly when she said the nickname she had come up for you.

Pretty. God, you felt your thighs clench when she said that.

You didn’t reply to that, reputating calming down the impending blush on your cheeks more important. It was all useless in the end, she noticed immediately— like she always does— you could tell by the glint that shined in her eyes and the way her hand reached down your chin.

Like if you were programmed to, you parted your lips gently, as your gaze slid from her eyes, down to her lips. Your heart began to race gradually, until you pushed yourself up with your hands and pressed your lips onto hers impulsively.

The kissed lasted less than a second before you realized what you were doing and sat up quickly, your back facing her, before turning around quickly.

Fuck, everything was already hard enough, and now you also kissed the one person who actually listened to you. What if she hated it? Had you ruined everything?

”I’m sorry, I-I wasn’t thinking clearly— ” You stuttered out an apology, a thousand thoughts running through your brain, scattered incoherently.

The loud and messy train of thoughts quieted when she leaned forward and gave you a soft peck in return, shutting you up in the meantime.

After a few seconds, she latched off ”It’s okay, pretty. I-I actually enjoyed that a lot.” The jester admitted, looking slightly embarrassed but happy to do so.

Your throat closed up on itself, mouth opening and closing for a few moments before you found yourself kissing her again, deeper this time.

It was like your hearts crashed together in one instant, her hand on your neck as she tilted your head at an angle, to fit her tongue in your mouth. You sucked on it before sliding your own tongue on hers.

Her hands went down to start fiddling and sliding off your clothes, as your hand went up to take off her jester hat.

The kiss broke again, to take off your clothes. You gently bit your bottom lip as you admired the beauty in front of you, feeling wetter by the second as her hands roamed your body.

A small gasp left your lips as she pushed you down on the bed, crawling on top of you as she took off what was left of your attire, leaving you in just your panties and bra.

You moaned out her name as Pomni started to sprinkle kisses all over your collarbones and down to the valley of your breasts, looking up at you.

”Can I take this off, pretty?” She mumbled against your skin, her fingers playing with the strap of your bra before you nodded her head, making her reach behind and sliding it off.

Her soft tongue lapped around one of your nipples before suckling it with her mouth, letting one of her hands gently tease the other, pulling a string of soft moans out of you. Her free hand reached down to hold your waist.

The hand groping your breast and the hand sucking the other switched place at a certain moment, giving both of them an equal cherishing.

Once your nipples felt aroused enough for her liking, she kissed down your body, crossing your tummy, arriving to your your panties, planting a soft, wet kiss to the fabric.

You to whimpered and to tensed up your hips, feeling her soft lips on an area that was so soft, to which Pomni pulled her hands down from your waist and gripped your hips, gently massaging them; she wanted you to calm down.

You did, like clockwork, your hips gently relaxed and Pomni's hands reached down to your thighs, spreading them a bit more and keeping them in her touch, softly gliding, just a finger or a hand, to soothe them as she covered the inside of them with warm kisses.

Your legs shook at the sensation and at the burning arousal, growing and growing in your core by the second.

She never looked you in the eyes as she sparkled kisses all over your inner thighs, probably to keep herself concentrated and avoid feeling embarrassed from your stare midway.

After a minute or so, she finally pressed a soft kiss on your wet core still covered by your panties, making your hips buck up accidentally. You whimpered out an apology before Pomni's hands gripped your hips down, pinning them on the bed.

"It's okay, j-just relax." She nodded, looking up at you from underneath. Fuck, she looked so beautiful between your legs.

The jester looked back down and steadily lapped her tongue over your damp panties, giving them an open mouth kiss before she reached her mouth to one of the bands, and pulled them down with her teeth.

Once your panties were discarded somewhere in your room, Pomni gazed your pussy. She didn't talk, but she clearly appreciated how wet you were for her.

A hand trailed down her thigh, arriving to your cunt and gently massaging your clit with her thumb, starting slow.

Your head fell on the soft cushions that rested behind your neck as she massaged your most sensitive part. One of your hands slowly snuck up to her hair, not to push her head down, but to softly caress her hair, like she did with you before.

After a bit, Pomni's mouth replaced her thumb, covering your clit and giving it soft kitten lick and sucks, as she planted two fingers inside your dripping hole, making you adjust to the intrusion before she slowly started to pump them in and out of your body.

This stimulation made you clench your thighs around Pomni's head— she didn't seem to mind— and arch your back off the mattress. A long line of pleasure-induced sounds coming out of your soft lips.

The work of her mouth gently sped up along with her digits, pumping in and out of your cunt, your velvety walls squeezing her fingers as you reached closer and closer to your climax, your hips bucking and grinding on her face, loud whimpers coming out of your mouth.

The feeling in your abdomen grew stronger by the second, until you finally let yourself go in the bliss. Your back arched off the mattress, eyes shut tight as you rode out the orgasm on her lips.

Pomni’s fingers slowed down gradually as you stopped grinding her face. She climbed back up to face you, showing you a small shy smile. You smiled back at her.

”You really needed this huh?”