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“So… um.”
Never in all her life has Pomni been in a situation like this. King sized bed with velvet sheets. Moody lighting. Bed frame with… are those cuffs-? yep. Bed frames with chains and hand cuffs. Holy shit. There was a bedside table with drawers that she didn’t think she’d even want to begin exploring.
There was a constant violent rattling to her right. She turned and was met with the sight of Caine shaking away at the handle, feet up against the door- as if that would help- and pulling away at it with the most insane gorilla grip known to man. Much like the previous 20 attempts, the handle did not budge.
“…do you um. Know how we could escape from uuh…” her eyes drifted to the large mirror next to the door beside him, facing directly onto the massive bed- “…this?”
With a flair, he hopped off the door, standing in front of it, staring. She watched as he stilled for a few seconds, before slowly turning to her with the largest, teariest, puppy-dog eyes.
“Hrkkk- noowh..??” he sobbed in a whiny voice, “this is one of Zooble’s adult-only rooms! I-I didn’t design it!”
She couldn’t help the way her eyes darted to a splash of colour in the corner of the room and- oh god there’s a cuck chair with a dildo on it-
She scrunched her eyes shut, pinching the space between her brows. “Yeah I uh… figured it wasn’t one of yours- um.” She brought her hands up to shield her vision from the rest of the room, and opened her eyes back up, squinting solely at Caine, “Do you know the conditions to get out? Or, I dunno- can’t you teleport us out???”
Mournfully, he shook his head at her.
Welp. She sighed, closing her eyes.
He put his hands together, rubbing his knuckle, before he looked up to her apologetically.
“Uh… actually Pomni?” She glanced towards him. “I um… think there is a uh… criteria on how to get out.”
“Please don’t tell me we have to fuck to get out.”
“I think we have to- GASP. You knew??” His eyes widened at her, betrayed. He grabbed his bottom jaw in dismay.
She dropped her head in her hands.
“Yeah, I figured from the context clues.”
“Oh.” He shyly glanced around the room, eyes resting on certain elements before bouncing to the next, sweating, “Ah… yes the um… décor is a bit… risqué, to say the least, huh…”
Welp. She might as well suck it up and figure it out.
“…Caine.”
“Pomni?”
She cringed.
“Can you even… do the. Um. You know…” She felt her face heat up just trying to discuss it with him.
“Oh! You mean sex?” Oh god- you’d think an AI that was so deadset on upholding family friendly themes for all his life would have a bit more of a filter-
“Yes I mean… sex.” She shuddered at the word, “Do you even…? Have those um… capabilities…??”
After the sex update, Pomni’s model was now updated! With the um. Things you need. For sex! Obviously. Thankfully hidden underneath her character’s clothes (hey, at least they didn’t chafe with how tight the clothes were! Advantages of a digital body with no physical limitations she supposes). Point withstanding- the only thing that part of her was supposed to become familiar with was her red glove and nothing else, considering they don’t even need to piss in this digital world. She had no idea how it’d even work for characters like Gangle and Zooble who were obviously making use of the update to it’s fullest capabilities- but, well.
The question remained. Did their digital ringmaster have digital assets to match? She didn’t know which answer would horrify her more.
“Oh! Of course I do!” Obviously whichever answer was true horrified her more.
“Ah. Great- that’s great.” She smiled a smile that was way too wide. “Um. Why?”
“When the update was applied, every active model was given the ability and a way to interact with the new features, including humans, AIs and NPCs!”
“What the- the NPCs too-? Actually, you know what- I don’t need to think about that right now.”
She took a deep breath, bracing herself.
“SO, um… Caine?”
“Yes Pomni?” he batted his eyelashes at her.
“Would you be um…” she cringed, looking away, feeling something squirm in her chest, “down to um… haavveeeeeeeee…” oh god she can’t say it.
Caine seemed to freeze, already understanding where she was going with it. He pointed a shy finger towards himself.
“You want… me?? To… perform the highest level of human intimacy with you?” His voice pitched up into a squee and there it is- Caine was soo taking this the wrong way-
“Ah- no wait-“ he deflated, instantly pouting at her. She waved her hands, “No- I mean, yes?” He brightened, eyes sparkling, “We’re just gonna um. Have. sex. So we can. Get out of here. Yes.”
This was going horrible. She could feel the blood instantly rushing to her face- she wouldn’t be surprised if she was positively glowing red with how warm her face felt.
Caine bashfully looked away, holding the sides of his face in his hands like a damsel in those old movies.
“Well, Pomni, I can’t say I’ve… done this before, but” He coyishly peeked up to her, eyes wide and innocent, “I can try my best for you?”
Fuck. So she’s taking Caine’s Amazing Digital Virginity too. Alright. Um. Amazing. Truly wonderful.
Okay. Focus. She looked over to Caine, still standing there, waiting for her to continue. Then, she really looked him over, from the tips of his shoes to the tippy top of his top hat.
…well. He wasn’t the worst option. She couldn’t lie- his body was the closest to humanoid, considering the other options she could’ve gotten stuck with, and well… Her eyes wavered over the cinch of his waist, and the way his coat tucked back to reveal slim, toned legs... She felt blood rushing to her face, and covered her mouth with a gloved hand, frowning and looking away.
He stood there, proud and oblivious, waiting for her to continue. She slowly glanced back, staring at his empty expression, letting her gaze slowly sink down… and down… and…
She stared at his crotch.
…
“…er, Pomni. I um.” He cleared his throat, jolting her out of her stare, making her jump and avoid eye contact. She covered her face with both hands and felt her heart leaping out of her chest.
“Oh god I can’t do this.” She muttered into her hands, feeling herself become light headed. When was the last time she even…???
Caine knelt in front of her, looking up to her to try and seem less intimidating.
“Pomni, er… I know these aren’t the… best of circumstances to… perform but...” He peeked up at her from beneath his upper teeth, “If you would allow me… I could try make this something enjoyable for you?”
And wow if that didn’t do something for her- she pushed herself to keep talking, despite the way her brain short circuited. “C-Caine, do you even know how to do something like se-th-this?”
He tilted his head at her, “Of course I do! I had to understand it properly and research it before implementing it in the code, didn’t I?”
She peeked through the gaps in her fingers down at him. He held out a hand for her to grab, eyes wide and earnest, waiting for her.
Goodness… how embarrassing… she carefully laid a hand on his and tried not to shrink away from his open smile. At her contact, he stood from his spot. She winced.
“I’m not… I haven’t… done this in a while so…” she looked away and was instantly met by the sight of a bottle of lube on the bedside. She cringed. “…um, sorry if I’m not…”
And then he brought her hand up to his face, pursing his teeth closed and- did he just kiss her hand with his teeth??? Her brain was filled with white noise, as it short circuited the second time within the span of a minute.
“It’s you, Pomni,” he muttered into her hand, before looking back up to her, pinning her with his stare, “I don’t think there’s a way for this to go wrong with someone like you involved.”
There were… certain implications within that sentence that she didn’t want to address at the moment but… she felt heat pooling lower in her body, and frowned at him, furrowing her brows. “Where did you learn to flirt??”
He barked out a laugh, “The same place I learnt how sex works, Pomni!”
Oh god, he’s chronically online- before she could finish the thought, she was suddenly tugged by her hands making her yelp. She felt breathless as she went for a spin, slipping on her feet, and then-
Fwoomp, she fell back onto the ridiculously soft bed, hands pinned down by her sides, with Caine caging her in, legs resting in between her own.
“O-Oh god.” She squeaked, feeling herself becoming heated under his intense stare. After a beat, he faltered.
“…Pomni, you’ll need to, um…” He shyly looked away, “Tell me what does and doesn’t work for you… there’s um. Only so much I can do for you without knowing your… preferences.”
P-p-preferences?! She could see herself become even redder in the reflection of Caine’s eyes- huh, that’s a new feature- and wanted to hide away. She gave her pinned arms a slight tug and felt his hold on them loosen the slightest amount, giving enough pressure to hold down, but enough leeway for her to pull away if she really wanted to. Goodness… he really is…
“U-um, well…” She risked glancing back down at his crotch and instantly felt her heart leap the second her eyes met the sight of tight pants-, “uuuhhh, what do you. Um. Have? Down there?”
She already knows- could see it- but- “Oh, um. I have, er… male? Genitalia. But um… I could change that if… that’s what you would prefer…?”
Oh god- she squeaked, “No no- you’re um. That’s fine. You can keep your… uh… yeah.”
She felt awkward as he kept staring at her, heart pounding. As the silence continued, she squirmed, trying to look away to avoid the pressure but- oh god, there really wasn’t a normal spot in this room to lay her eyes on.
She heard a low chuckle, and she felt her stomach drop.
And suddenly, Caine was nuzzling her stomach with his teeth, rubbing against her torso like a cat. Oh? She watched him, feeling some of the jitters in her fade away as he continued. His hands left her arms, giving her the freedom to bring her arms closer to herself.
She took a deep breath as his hands came close, trailing down the sides of her abdomen, each point of contact creating tiny little fireworks underneath her skin. His fingers pattered down her side, tracing lines down the sides of her breast, following the dip of her waist and settling at her hips, where he rested them flat against her.
She watched him, letting her hands rest on top of his head, rubbing her thumb in circles against his upper jaw.
She let out a sigh as he continued his ministrations, massaging her where he rested his hands and rubbing his face against her. She could feel herself beginning to relax in his hold, enjoying the feeling. This isn’t… too bad. The tension within her shoulders began to dissipate. She continued rubbing her own fingers against his head, and her eyelids sunk close in bliss. She could kinda just sleep like this-
She yelped as suddenly, he licked a long, leisurely path up her breast, pausing at its apex, before giving a soft nibble against her nipple through the cloth of her jester costume.
“I- Caine!” She squeaked, pushing firmly against his head in shock. Undeterred, she felt him give an amused huff, shoulders shaking in delight, before continuing his tongue twisting torment against her torso. His hands teetered closer to her inner thigh, massaging them through her costume, and she felt tingles ride up her spine.
She frowned as it started feeling… really good… but… She squirmed as it continued, feeling an uncomfortable growing wetness between her thighs and begin to seep into the fabric.
“…um, Caine… can we…” she felt a loss as he stilled his movements, tilting his jaws up to look at her.
“…yes, my luscious little lobster?” He tilted his head in question.
She pursed her lips, scrunching her nose. How she finds this hot, she will never know. Maybe she’s a freak, and that’s okay.
“Can we take off- AH-!” she was cut off as he pawed his finger against the cloth above her groin, right on top of her clit, rubbing it in a way that sent sparks of pleasure running through her.
“Hmm? I didn’t quite get that.” He smiled, innocently, when she let out a choked gasp as he rubbed his fingers in a circular motion against her wetness.
“Y-you…” she grit out, scowling at him as he continued to act oblivious. And here she thought he was innocent. What a fool she was, stuck writhing underneath him. He stuck his tongue out, still staring up at her intently, and lay it back down on her breast, tracing circles against her perk nipples through her clothes until they were stiff, alternating between the two every time she found herself satisfied the rhythm.
Each rub against her clit kept sending waves of pleasure down her spine, making her shudder in delight at the stimulation. Every few rubs, he dragged his finger down, rubbing her cloth against her entrance, teasing her, before coming back up to continue its movements against her swollen bud.
But the pressure, the movement- it was too slow, it wasn’t enough, through the fabric as it was. She let out a shaky breath, feeling herself become more and more lightheaded as her blood pooled in her groin, making her ache for more.
And all the while, he watched her, absorbing each and every one of her expressions, like a collector watching a fascinating specimen, and if that didn’t make her want to squirm even more for any form of friction between her legs.
She whimpered, “Caine, please.” She could feel tears pooling in her eyes at the sheer frustration as the pent-up pressure built up in her body with absolutely nowhere to go.
He froze at the sound, mid-lick, and she instantly felt a loss, the tension within her unravelling as he stopped. At the sudden lapse, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in until she felt his hardness between her thighs-
“A-ah,” she moaned, as it rubbed against her entrance through the fabric. There it is. That’s what she wants. She heard him suck in a sharp breath as she glanced down at him.
He stared down at her chest, shakily, his hands gripping at her thighs to steady himself, seemingly unprepared for the sudden stimulation. Oh? She felt a bit of triumph at gaining the upper hand as he shuddered against her, finally appearing to be flustered after all this time.
She wanted to see more.
Using her legs wrapped around his waist, she pulled him in again, grinding her wetness up against the bulge in his pants, relishing in the friction between her thighs.
At his sharp gasp, she smiled and tilted her head at him. He looked back up to her, lost.
“What’s wrong, Caine?” Her grin widened as his grip on her thighs tightened, “Something the matter?”
His breath hitched and his eyes widened at her, before his gaze darted down to the place where their hips joined, separated only by the layers of fabric between them. His breathing became heavy as he stared, fixated on the image.
And then he brought his hand up in a familiar gesture-
Snap!
The cold air bit at her skin, as all her clothes disappeared. Oh. Well that makes things easy, I suppose. She did feel a bit disappointed that it happened so fast though…
It seemed Caine did too, staring down at his own hand in shock.
“…sorry Pomni, I-I…” His eyes darted back down, having a double take at her now exposed sex. “o-oh…”
…
At his shameless staring, she brought a hand up to cover her mouth, embarrassed, and took her eyes off him.
“Geeze, you gonna… um, do something? Or…” she muttered into her palm, cringing as she felt a wetness leak down her thigh, no longer stopped by her own clothes.
As Caine stayed still between her, she squirmed, her thighs rubbing against his to try get any friction between them and-
He straightened up, grabbing her hips, and rutted against her, dragging his clothed erection against her entrance with a groan.
“Arghh-mmmhf…” she moaned into her palm, feeling the hardness between her folds leaving her throbbing and tender. Her free hand clenched into the sheets, trying to ground herself against the thick coil within her gut.
He pressed deeper against her, soaking the front of his pants with her release.
“mmfgh… that’s so good,” she whined, tightening her hold around his legs.
She could feel his tent tremble against her, his fingers twitching against her thighs as he let out a barely audible gulp. She peeked up at him and savored the image of him shaking at the sight.
Her eyes widened. Does he have a praise kink?
She rolled her hips against him and let out a sly smile as his breath hitched.
“Don’t you wanna be good for me, Caine?”
She could see the exact moment the last thread of sanity in him snapped, his shoulders dropping at the sentence, jaw dropping the slightest bit. He hunched over, obscuring his face from her.
“P-Pomni, you…” he muttered, trembling. And then, quieter, “…fuck.”
Wait. Did Caine just-?!
And before she could even register it, two hands grabbed at her arms and pinned them back down to her side against the bed, and then two more hands- huh? Wait! – held her by her thighs, holding them apart, before she heard a ziiip! come from the fly of Caine’s pants and-
“AAH-MMHFUCK!” she cried out, as he entered her completely in one thrust, filling her entirely. He let out a ragged sigh as he bottomed out, sliding against the fluids of her pussy and settled flush between her thighs.
“G-god, you’re big,” she muttered, feeling her inner walls spasming around the intrusion. She felt herself stretch around him, with the slightest amount of sting- not too much to feel painful, but just enough to feel real. The joys of a digital body she supposed- no need for lube! She whimpered at the feeling of him twitching inside her.
“…you always know how to get under my skin, don’t you Pomni?” he muttered in between heavy breaths, sounding resigned.
She squirmed, feeling her vulva twitch around him as he leaned forward. As he came closer, she tilted her head the slightest bit, exposing her neck for him- but to her surprise, he ignored the offer and instead licked her face? Lapping at the tears she didn’t even realize had dribbled down her face.
O-oh… the act made heat pool in her lower gut, filling her with a heady sense of want.
As if sensing her desire, he let out a low hum, stopping his licks to open his eyes and study her expression, gaze filled with an emotion too heavy to call simple adoration- something too heavy for Pomni to name. She bit her lip, feeling her face warm at the attention.
Though… she would like for him to start moving soon. Hitching her hips the slightest amount, she wiggled against him, relishing in the sound of his breaths stuttering with every slight movement.
“C-come on, Caine,” she taunted, wincing as a particular move made him feel even deeper, “didn’t you say you would make th-this enjoyable for me?”
He huffed, amused, “…impatient, huh?” Reading her like an open book. She gulped.
With a sinful wet noise that made her blush, he slowly slid back out of her, trailing out with some sticky residue. God, did the sex update have to be so viscerally moist?? Why is it so wet down there-?!
“Angh-!” He thrust back in hard, making her reflexively arch her back against the bed. Her arms strained against his hold, but this time, his grip stayed firm, anchoring her. She swallowed against the feeling of spit on her mouth and glanced back up to him, twitching at the sight of his unrelenting stare.
And then he continued, lazily sinking himself out of her before shocking her entire system with a powerful buck, constantly filling her with his cock before she could regain her bearings.
“Ungh- ungh- Cai- Cainee-“she choked out, moaning with each thrust that filled her deeper and deeper. She could just imagine how unsightly her face was looking, the way it scrunched at each thrust with pleasure, but everytime she even tried to hide herself, his grasp on her tighted, forcing her to feel exposed and vulnerable in front of him and-
Beyond the pleasure, she could still see him. Caine. As he jolted with each thrust, his eyes remained focused on her, unwavering, like a hawk pinning down its prey. She felt trapped by the stare, as if he were committing every image of her to memory.
The thought should’ve scared her. Frightened her maybe.
With each thrust, it tightened the coil in her gut further, like fuel to a fire. Beneath the sound of skin slapping, and her own moans, she could hear him, quietly grunting.
She needed more.
“S-so-o go-od, Caine,” she moaned between gasps. She felt her chest tighten at the sound of his whimper, eyes widening. As his thrusts momentarily lost rhythm, she brought her heels behind his back, bringing him closer.
“Fuck, P-Pomni, you’re perfect.” he stuttered, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his gloves clawing deeper into her flesh. More hands appeared, massaging away at her breasts, pinching away at her nipples, groping at her hips and ass- and she was in bliss.
And over and over and over, he slammed himself into her, her thighs quivering at the abuse. She watched as he sank into her, still looking the part of a showman, wearing his signature red suit above her.
As the pace quickened, Pomni felt tears blurring her vision, the pleasure becoming unbearable as his cock kept pounding deep into her throbbing cunt, fucking deep inside her. But it still wasn’t enough- she could feel the tension in her building, like a spring about to snap, but it just wasn’t enough!
“More, C-Caine, please!” she whined, the heat in her stomach just about unbearable. She wrestled against the grip on her arms, needing to do something, anything to make the ache in her gut go away-
He let go of her arms, lurching forward and embracing her tight against his chest and leaning his head against her shoulder. Fuck, she whined as his angle changed, hitting just the right spot inside of her. Now, with her hands freed, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, nails clawing into the back of his suit. With his head next to hers, she could all to clearly hear the shaky whimpers escaping his throat, increasing in volume with each successive thrust.
Sandwiched between him and the bed, his thrusts became all the more violent, carving her out and making her feel so so full-
“Nghh- C-Caine!” her muscles tensed, and she could almost feel them become one- “I-I’m, ungh-“
“M-me too- P-Pomni- I-“his arms around her tightened, rutting against her carnally, losing any sense of established rhythm.
“C-Caine, c-cum w-with-“ before she could finish her sentence, a particularly harsh thrust cut her off with a choked moan, and she could feel herself blank out as stars filled her vision.
A wave of pleasure like never before flooded through her system, mouth agape in a silent scream.
“F-FUCK-“ she sobbed as she shook against Caine, arching her back underneath him, and nails digging into him in a way that felt like she was tearing through fabric. She bit down on his shoulder, trying to ride it out and felt a sudden wet warmth fill her gut.
He let out a high-pitched whine and spasmed inside of her, his hips stuttering as he filled her up with his digital seed.
She moaned at the feeling of something wet dripping out of her cunt, being forced out of her with each jerk of the hips as he rode out the aftershock within her.
She could only process the feeling of her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, and the overwhelming warmth that permeated between their bodies, making it difficult to distinguish where one ended and the other began.
And they just stayed there like that for a while, Caine slowly sinking against her as he relaxed, still buried deep inside her. His hold on her relaxed, becoming less suffocating and more like a particularly sweet cuddle. Pomni thought it was quite nice.
…as her brain settled, she couldn’t deny the entire… thing was quite nice. Her mind was abuzz with the soft post-orgasm afterglow, and her body felt less tense than it had in a long time.
She tilted her head, eyeing the large set of dentures tucked against her shoulder.
…Caine himself wasn’t too bad either…
She laid a quick peck against his upper jaw.
And then her brain caught up with her actions. Her heart leaped, oh-
He snuggled against her further, nuzzling his head against her neck.
Ah.
Her nerves settled back down, and she rested a relaxed hand against his back, rubbing it in a soothing motion.
This isn’t too bad.
She shifted and cringed at the wet feeling between her legs. That’s a bit…
“…hey, Caine can you-?”
Snap!
And suddenly the wet feeling between her legs was gone as if it were never there.
In fact, her whole body felt a lot more refreshed. Huh. I suppose that makes aftercare easy…but-
“…Caine, you’re still, um…” She squirmed at the feeling of his member still inside of her. He ignored her, as if he were asleep.
…
“Caine.” She repeated sternly.
He twitched inside of her.
“Oh my god-“
“…Hey so was anyone um… in our um… experimental room earlier? Zooble tried to open it and um… it was locked so…”
Pomni turned away, minding her own business. As far as anyone’s concerned, she has no idea what the fuck Gangle’s talking about.
“Oh! Yeah actually- I-“ Oh for fuck’s sake-
“Caine!” she scolded, glaring at him, daring for him to say one word.
“Yes, ma’am,” He straightened up, staring at her from across the room with wide, puppy-dog eyes.
Gangle, wide eyed, put her ribbon to her mouth.