Down bad for vox

You stand near the end of the group intentionally, sparing a secretive glance towards Caine before drifting back to watch Gangle and Kinger enter next. Your relationship with Caine is newly formed, and so far, it has been kept hidden from the others. You're not sure how they would react, and would rather not face any potential outlash. So, it's moments like these with them around that you're unsure of how to hold yourself.

You've said nice things towards Caine in front of them before; it's what caught Caine's attention. But now in a relationship, are you met to say ' bye, honey' as you’re leaving? You doubt that'll end well with Jax, Ragatha and Pomni still around. You slowly shuffle towards the portal, watching Ragatha walk towards it after sharing some reassurance to Pomni, which you were too zoned out to hear. But she gets tripped by Jax and lands with a thud on the ground.

"Oops," Jax snickered at Ragatha, entering the portal without bothering to help.

"Jax!" Ragatha shouts as you and Pomni help her up.

"Wow, that's the spirit! Showing some enthusiasm for the adventure! Off you go now!" Caine waves impatiently. His comment caused Ragatha and Pomni to share an unsure look as they didn’t want to correct Caine on Jax’s behavior. You can't help but to let your eyes narrow in suspicion as you take note that he seems pushy today. Well, more than usual. Meeting your eyes, Caine blinks innocently.

"You're coming?" Pomni ask, cutting off your train of thought. You turn to see that Ragatha is gone, leaving you as the last two.

"Yeah, I'll be right behind you." You nod reassuringly. Watching her hesitate as she glances towards Caine before leaving.

Now alone, you have your chance to act on those thoughts in the safety of privacy, but you're still unsure of what to do. You want to do something sweet, something couple-like, but you don’t want to take long enough that the others grow wary. Thankfully, you don't have to overthink it as Caine makes the choice for you.

"Not so fast!" Hands grab your waist in an instant, and pull you away from the portal with such speed that your feet stumble as you struggle to keep up.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Caine asks in a sing-song manner. He presses your back to his chest as he floats, lifting you up in his excitement, and spins you around before settling you back down. As your feet touch the ground, you realize your now facing towards him, you didn’t even noticed when, or how he flipped you. But you do notice his arms still firmly wrap around your waist.

"Um, I love you?" You answer, feeling your brain spinning from the act. That was definitely not what you had planned on saying, and the infliction in your voice at the end makes it sound more like a question being asked with the same clueless tone a husband would have on a forgotten anniversary.

"No, silly,-" Caine doesn't finish his tease as he suddenly blue screens. He becomes motionless, his arms locked around you as his eyes display a blue 'error' message. You have said these three magic words before, while confessing your feelings towards the ringmaster, and got the same reaction. You learnt that you can't escape his hold when he blue screens, no matter how hard you try to wiggle free. You spend this time waiting for him to return to normal by fiddling with his bow tie.

You lazily spin the bow tie, watching it spin as it lets out a circus tune.

"WOWIE!" He shakes himself awake, his eyes appearing to sparkle in adoration, "What display of bold affectio- Hey!" his eyes return to normal as he hears the familiar tone of his bow tie. He huffs in affectionate annoyance as he quickly compose himself, bringing a hand to stop his bow tie from spinning.

"Now, back to what I was saying!" he brings his hand back to your waist, "You're forgetting you're good luck kiss! Crucial for any successful adventure!” Caine happily explains and process to press his teeth against your face. It’s hard to tell if it’s the bottom or top row of teeth he's pressing against you as you squeeze your eyes shut in reflex. Feeling a smooth texture pressed onto the entirety of your face, followed by a loud, dramatic “Mwah!” for bonus effect.

Caine pulls back from the chaste kiss with the same dramatic flair he always carries, and it seems he's ready to send you off on the adventure. You watch as his chest rises as if taking a deep breath before launching into his next bit. You know for a fact that the breathing is solely for appearance's sake, and you're expecting to hear another joke. Or a cheerful goodbye with lots of energy, as he clumsily attempts at being 'charming' by saying odd nick names, that will still somehow have you swooning.

Instead, he watches you. A beat passes. You let out a confused chuckle as the air shifts. Then, in a hurry, murmur that sounds more for himself than for you; "Just one more." Caine leans in again for another kiss. Then another, and another, and another that you’re more than happy to return.

It's by Ragatha calling your name once the NPC has finish explaining the purpose of the adventure, she grabs the group's attention. Her gaze on the still-open portal in confusion before turning to the group, "Where are they?"

"They said they'll be right out." Pomni mumbles, coming to stand next to Ragatha. Right in time, as movement is seen by the portal.

"Oh, there they are! Hey!" Kinger waves as you exit the portal; it closing behind you.

"Hey, guys." You greet the group with a stiff smile. Doing your best to appear normal, and not like you had a quick make-out with the AI ringmaster. You are greeted with a tense silence and horror-streaked expressions instead. Everyone stares with comically wide eyes. Those with visible mouths have their jaw drops, you weren't aware that Jax's could drop to the literal ground.

Everyone appears in a state of shock that even Gangle's Comedy mask, which is wide eye as well, drops off and breaks upon impact on the ground. Revealing her Tragedy mask that is also, with eyes wide open.

"Um, is there something behind me?" You gulp. You never thought you would say those famous words as you mistake the groups staring at you for something behind you. Becoming suspicious that the good luck kiss from Caine was a bad omen instead of a cute gesture, but Jax, with his jaw in its rightful place, let out a loud scold that dismisses the thought.

"More like what's on your fu$:&^% face!" Zooble curses in disbelief. They knew they should have stayed in their room or at least hidden better.

"What happened?!" Ragatha loudly cries, sounding nervous for you.

"Um, Caine just wanted to wish me good luck." You reply smoothly, telling a half-truth.

"Are you serious?! Caine?! What? Is that how he says good luck now?" Jax mocks as he stares at the obnoxiously bright red lipstick stains covering your face. Too many emotions running through his mind for him to capitalise on the moment and poke fun at you.

"But how? He doesn't have lips…" Pomni voice the question on everyone's mind. As everyone studies the one giant lipstick stain covering nearly the entirety of your face, followed by a layer of multiple smaller kisses. Each overlaps the other as they cover your forehead, lips and cheeks. Exhibiting a make out session where the lip size doesn't match the corrupt… Nor does it make much sense.

"What?" You ask, yet no one answers as an NPC repeats their lines. The group silently decides it's best to avoid the topic, and move on to the adventure. Allowing you to remain oblivious to your lipstick-stained face, and to discover it on your own.

You stand near the end of the group intentionally, sparing a secretive glance towards Caine before drifting back to watch Gangle and Kinger enter next. Your relationship with Caine is newly formed, and so far, it has been kept hidden from the others. You're not sure how they would react, and would rather not face any potential outlash. So, it's moments like these with them around that you're unsure of how to hold yourself.

You've said nice things towards Caine in front of them before; it's what caught Caine's attention. But now in a relationship, are you met to say ' bye, honey' as you’re leaving? You doubt that'll end well with Jax, Ragatha and Pomni still around. You slowly shuffle towards the portal, watching Ragatha walk towards it after sharing some reassurance to Pomni, which you were too zoned out to hear. But she gets tripped by Jax and lands with a thud on the ground.

"Oops," Jax snickered at Ragatha, entering the portal without bothering to help.

"Jax!" Ragatha shouts as you and Pomni help her up.

"Wow, that's the spirit! Showing some enthusiasm for the adventure! Off you go now!" Caine waves impatiently. His comment caused Ragatha and Pomni to share an unsure look as they didn’t want to correct Caine on Jax’s behavior. You can't help but to let your eyes narrow in suspicion as you take note that he seems pushy today. Well, more than usual. Meeting your eyes, Caine blinks innocently.

"You're coming?" Pomni ask, cutting off your train of thought. You turn to see that Ragatha is gone, leaving you as the last two.

"Yeah, I'll be right behind you." You nod reassuringly. Watching her hesitate as she glances towards Caine before leaving.

Now alone, you have your chance to act on those thoughts in the safety of privacy, but you're still unsure of what to do. You want to do something sweet, something couple-like, but you don’t want to take long enough that the others grow wary. Thankfully, you don't have to overthink it as Caine makes the choice for you.

"Not so fast!" Hands grab your waist in an instant, and pull you away from the portal with such speed that your feet stumble as you struggle to keep up.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Caine asks in a sing-song manner. He presses your back to his chest as he floats, lifting you up in his excitement, and spins you around before settling you back down. As your feet touch the ground, you realize your now facing towards him, you didn’t even noticed when, or how he flipped you. But you do notice his arms still firmly wrap around your waist.

"Um, I love you?" You answer, feeling your brain spinning from the act. That was definitely not what you had planned on saying, and the infliction in your voice at the end makes it sound more like a question being asked with the same clueless tone a husband would have on a forgotten anniversary.

"No, silly,-" Caine doesn't finish his tease as he suddenly blue screens. He becomes motionless, his arms locked around you as his eyes display a blue 'error' message. You have said these three magic words before, while confessing your feelings towards the ringmaster, and got the same reaction. You learnt that you can't escape his hold when he blue screens, no matter how hard you try to wiggle free. You spend this time waiting for him to return to normal by fiddling with his bow tie.

You lazily spin the bow tie, watching it spin as it lets out a circus tune.

"WOWIE!" He shakes himself awake, his eyes appearing to sparkle in adoration, "What display of bold affectio- Hey!" his eyes return to normal as he hears the familiar tone of his bow tie. He huffs in affectionate annoyance as he quickly compose himself, bringing a hand to stop his bow tie from spinning.

"Now, back to what I was saying!" he brings his hand back to your waist, "You're forgetting you're good luck kiss! Crucial for any successful adventure!” Caine happily explains and process to press his teeth against your face. It’s hard to tell if it’s the bottom or top row of teeth he's pressing against you as you squeeze your eyes shut in reflex. Feeling a smooth texture pressed onto the entirety of your face, followed by a loud, dramatic “Mwah!” for bonus effect.

Caine pulls back from the chaste kiss with the same dramatic flair he always carries, and it seems he's ready to send you off on the adventure. You watch as his chest rises as if taking a deep breath before launching into his next bit. You know for a fact that the breathing is solely for appearance's sake, and you're expecting to hear another joke. Or a cheerful goodbye with lots of energy, as he clumsily attempts at being 'charming' by saying odd nick names, that will still somehow have you swooning.

Instead, he watches you. A beat passes. You let out a confused chuckle as the air shifts. Then, in a hurry, murmur that sounds more for himself than for you; "Just one more." Caine leans in again for another kiss. Then another, and another, and another that you’re more than happy to return.

It's by Ragatha calling your name once the NPC has finish explaining the purpose of the adventure, she grabs the group's attention. Her gaze on the still-open portal in confusion before turning to the group, "Where are they?"

"They said they'll be right out." Pomni mumbles, coming to stand next to Ragatha. Right in time, as movement is seen by the portal.

"Oh, there they are! Hey!" Kinger waves as you exit the portal; it closing behind you.

"Hey, guys." You greet the group with a stiff smile. Doing your best to appear normal, and not like you had a quick make-out with the AI ringmaster. You are greeted with a tense silence and horror-streaked expressions instead. Everyone stares with comically wide eyes. Those with visible mouths have their jaw drops, you weren't aware that Jax's could drop to the literal ground.

Everyone appears in a state of shock that even Gangle's Comedy mask, which is wide eye as well, drops off and breaks upon impact on the ground. Revealing her Tragedy mask that is also, with eyes wide open.

"Um, is there something behind me?" You gulp. You never thought you would say those famous words as you mistake the groups staring at you for something behind you. Becoming suspicious that the good luck kiss from Caine was a bad omen instead of a cute gesture, but Jax, with his jaw in its rightful place, let out a loud scold that dismisses the thought.

"More like what's on your fu$:&^% face!" Zooble curses in disbelief. They knew they should have stayed in their room or at least hidden better.

"What happened?!" Ragatha loudly cries, sounding nervous for you.

"Um, Caine just wanted to wish me good luck." You reply smoothly, telling a half-truth.

"Are you serious?! Caine?! What? Is that how he says good luck now?" Jax mocks as he stares at the obnoxiously bright red lipstick stains covering your face. Too many emotions running through his mind for him to capitalise on the moment and poke fun at you.

"But how? He doesn't have lips…" Pomni voice the question on everyone's mind. As everyone studies the one giant lipstick stain covering nearly the entirety of your face, followed by a layer of multiple smaller kisses. Each overlaps the other as they cover your forehead, lips and cheeks. Exhibiting a make out session where the lip size doesn't match the corrupt… Nor does it make much sense.

"What?" You ask, yet no one answers as an NPC repeats their lines. The group silently decides it's best to avoid the topic, and move on to the adventure. Allowing you to remain oblivious to your lipstick-stained face, and to discover it on your own.

You hear him before you see him, the rhythm of his heeled boots joining your own, and then you feel him, a bruising grip on your upper arm yanking you back. If you were slightly less durable, he would’ve crushed bone. The papers in your arms cascade to the floor in an unceremonious pile and despite yourself, you lunge to start gathering them. His grip allows for no wiggle room, however, and you struggle uselessly.

He whirls you around, shoving you into the nearest wall. You’re boxed in by his massive frame; there’s nowhere you can avert your gaze that isn’t full of him. And you certainly aren’t looking at the gleaming pistol holstered on his hip.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, interrupting me?” he growls, jabbing your shoulder with his cigarette. You’re lucky it isn’t the hot end. Hell, you’re lucky he hasn’t killed you outright.

“I’m so, so sorry, sir!” you squeak, feeling very, very small. “It was an honest mistake! I didn’t mean to, I was just in such a hurry to get those reports to Vox and—”

“You’re one of Vox’s?” he interjects. You nod, staring up at him with big, wet eyes when your words fail you. He considers for a moment, and then his demeanor shifts, like the flip of a switch. His tone turns suave, his voice smooth and sweet in cadence. “Why haven’t I seen you around before, chica?”

“I...I don’t know,” you nearly whimper. Valentino inspects you, shamelessly raking his gaze over your form. His eyes linger on the low cut of your blouse, the sensible but just slightly too short cut of your skirt. He takes a lock of your hair in hand, running his touch along your smooth tresses before wrapping a length of them around his fingers and giving them a slight tug. You wince, fear saturating your every move.

“With me,” he commands, leaving no room for argument verbally or physically as he turns you with him, slinging an arm over your shoulders. You hesitate for as long as you can afford to as he herds you back towards the room from whence he came.

“I really should be getting those reports to Vox,” you speak up, voice laced with anxiety. “He’ll be really mad—”

“Oh, princesa, it’s me you should be worried about right now,” he laughs. You arrive back at the door to his set, and he ushers you inside with a deceptively chivalrous “after you.”

The actors from before have since moved apart, and they watch you curiously, as if they’re studying an active car crash, as the two of you re-enter. You can feel the gazes of the others in the room, crew members and cameramen and assistants all assessing you as your fate plays out before them. They don’t enjoy the scene for long however, as Valentino impatiently waves a hand their way and they spring into action, rushing out of the room to leave you to your impending doom.

Valentino leads you to the bed, pulling you down to sit beside him, at first. He doesn’t seem entirely pleased with this arrangement, however, and yanks you into his lap. The rush of blood to your cheeks doesn’t escape his notice.

“Now, sweetheart, why would Voxxy hide you from me, hm?”

“I’m sure he wasn’t hiding me, it just never—”

Another wave of his hand, and you realize he was never interested in your answer. Rather, as you were babbling, his hands were traveling dangerously low, toying with the hem of your skirt for just a moment before slipping beneath.

“Sir, what are you—”

“Chatty little thing,” he chastises, his clawed fingers ghosting over the apex of your thighs. “Relax, baby.”

You don’t relax, as he pushes your thighs apart, now dragging a finger over the damp cloth of your lacy panties. When had you gotten wet?

He applies just a bit of pressure, and you whimper, squirming on his lap.

“So responsive,” he praises.

The world seems to slow as he hooks a claw into the hem of your panties, slicing the fabric with a quick, practiced move, and exposing yourself to him. Valentino uses another hand to yank your skirt up, allowing him to appreciate the view. He hums his approval before getting to work.

He finds your clit with ease, treating you to tight, slow circles. Your grasp at him against your better judgment, grabbing onto his shirt to anchor yourself.

“I shouldn’t—” you begin, but he hushes you. Taking a long drag from his cigarette as he teases your aching bud, he blows the smoke directly into your face. You can’t help but to take a deep breath, trying desperately to self-regulate. The effect is instant, your shoulders slumping and legs parting to allow him more access. Much to your humiliation, your pussy throbs beneath his touch.

“Voxxy doesn’t take care of you, does he, hm?” he coos, fingers traveling lower. His thumb remains on your clit as he scissors your opening, deeply satisfied to find you malleable to his manipulation as your cunt drips with slick.

You don’t answer, going rigid at the threat of intrusion. It doesn’t dissuade Valentino, however, and he pushes two long fingers inside of you. Your eyes go wide as he instantly locates the spongy bit that makes you see stars, curling both fingers towards it.

With his thumb continuing to abuse your clit, he begins to pump in and out of you at a steady pace. The only sounds are the squelching of your sopping cunt and your soft gasps.

“Can you cum on command?” he asks. Your brain isn’t working properly enough to form words, and you shake your head as way of response.

“Hm, we’ll work on that,” he promises, and then speeds up.

The new pace draws a wanton moan from you. You feel heavy and heady as Valentino puffs more of the smoke your way. You can’t help but grind and roll your hips into his touch, but you do have the good sense to feel wholly humiliated by your own base desire.

Valentino adds a third finger, and it’s almost enough to make you come undone. You can feel the familiar coil building in your belly as he continues to toy with you, his eyes never leaving the sight of his fingers disappearing into your hungry cunt.

“I’m—I’m gonna—” you whine.

“Look at the camera when you cum, hm?” he instructs. A wave of horror washes over you, and he uses a free hand to forcefully turn your head to face the camera aimed directly your way, red light blinking.

“Wait, please—” you start to beg, but it’s useless as his ministrations on your clit speed up, and you’re gone. Your nails dig into his arm as you grasp onto him for some form of anchor, trembling hard as your orgasm rushes through you. Your clit throbs as he continues to finger-fuck you through it, and you obediently turn your gaze to the camera, jaw falling slack.

“Good girl,” he praises. He doesn’t stop, even as you slip into the aftershock phase, and you whimper at the overstimulation.

“I can’t…” you whimper.

He ignores you and pulls out his phone, tapping a few times before you hear the trill of a ringing call. A few rings in, someone picks up.

“What do you want? What is that sound?” you hear Vox answer. Desperately, you try to silence yourself, but Valentino gives your thigh a sharp squeeze as a warning not to.

“You didn’t tell me you had such a lovely little assistant under your thumb, Voxxy,” Valentino drawls, entirely unaffected by having to multitask with his fingers buried in your cunt. “You should share your toys.”

The line is silent for a moment while Vox pinpoints who he’s referring to in his mind. “Her? You’re always fucking stealing my shit—”

“Voxxy,” Valentino whines. “I want her. Just look how good she was for me.”

To your dread, you watch him send a video file over text, the thumbnail a paused frame of your flushed face.

You hear Vox’s breath hitch, almost imperceptible, as you assume he receives the video. Silence again, then a resigned sigh. “Fuck, fine. I’ll send over her contract.”

Panic spikes through you, and you push at Valentino’s hand, trying to force him away. He’s much too strong for you, and you’re rewarded for your disobedience with a harsh pinch of your agitated clit.

“Thanks, Voxxy. You’re the best,” Valentino coos, and hangs up.

He finally, mercifully, pulls his fingers from your cunt with a lewd squelch, popping them in his mouth to taste you. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, but your relief is short-lived as Valentino grinds his hardened cock into your backside. With dread, you realize your encounter with the overlord is far from over.

As he begins the process of undoing his belt, Valentino waves his hand, and a shimmering golden piece of parchment materializes in the air before you. Your contract, you realize. Tears blur your vision as you recognize Vox’s signature beneath your own. The letters morph and transform, leaving a blank space where both signatures had been. Valentino quickly scrawls his name in looping cursive, then pushes the quill pen into your hand.

“Go on, baby, sign,” he purrs, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re already mine; now, let’s make it official, hm?”