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Ragatha typically had fairly good foresight on things. She liked to think that in the Circus, she’d learned to confront anything that came her way.
However, she couldn’t have anticipated Pomni’s knock on her door, nor the subsequent impromptu make-out session. It had been so surprising, in fact, that for a moment Ragatha had figured it was all a dream.
Pomni kisses the same way she does just about everything; authentically, with all of her jittery nerves and self-indulgent wants. It was what Ragatha loved about her. Her ability to be herself, no matter what other people thought. Even now, as she squirmed and shuddered in Ragatha’s arms, she kissed so earnestly.
It felt good to be wanted, and how could the ragdoll complain when she wanted so much in return?
“Did you want to keep going?” Pomni pulls away to ask. Ragatha almost groans out at the loss of her lips, panting to recover her breath.
“Yes, please,” the redhead says meekly.
“What do you want me to do to you, sweetheart?” Pomni purrs close to her ear, the ghost of a smile visible on her face. Ragatha shivers, her heart leaping right up to her throat.
“Just… Um, you can do whatever you want,” Ragatha says quietly, thoroughly flustered, “I trust you.”
That must be all Pomni needs to get to work, because the jester is kissing Ragatha so hard she feels like she might topple with the force of it. Her tongue sneaks past the ragdoll’s lips and she gasps, breathless with the brevity of the other woman’s straightforwardness. It was exactly what she needed in this situation– a woman who could take charge.
Pomni taking charge of her. The idea is enough to make butterflies well up in the older woman’s stomach.
“You’re so beautiful,” Pomni’s words ghost against her lips, “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Ragatha outright moans, so unused to people speaking to her that way– with equal amounts of tenderness and debauchery. It’s a new feeling to be wanted that way, especially by someone like Pomni. The same Pomni that’s looking at her with irises blown wide, reconnecting their lips like it hurt her to be apart. The jester pushes the taller woman back against the bed, earning the most pathetic whimper the ragdoll has ever made.
Pomni takes the opportunity to climb on top, straddling the redhead’s waist with her small legs. “Is this okay?” she asks as she settles against her lap. Ragatha nods, not trusting her voice not to crack with Pomni so close to touching where she needs her. “Just let me know if I do anything you don’t like. It’s… It’s been awhile, you know?”
“Oh, hon,” Ragatha says breathlessly, boldly moving her hands up to ghost over Pomni’s hips, “I’ll let you know. But I’d welcome anything you gave me.”
Pomni looks down at her, expression turning slowly mischievous as she ponders what to do to her. The look gives Ragatha shivers. She wanted everything from her, wanted her to devour her whole for all she cared. Here, Pomni was her world, plain and simple. The jester sits fully in the redhead’s lap, cautiously letting her groin brush against where Ragatha is half-hard under her dress. Pomni sighs wantonly, gripping the ragdoll’s shoulders timidly as she grinds down against her.
“O-Oh,” Ragatha gasps, surprised at the trembling of her legs. Has it really been that long since she’s been touched like this? Not that she was doing much with anybody in that regard in the real world anyway, but the feeling hit her in a new and unfamiliar way this time. Like something fresh, unexplored. Pomni is looking at her with hunger, the slight brush of their groins together clearly stoking the woman’s own arousal.
Pomni picks up her pace, grinding against the still-clothed woman and groaning in her need. The jester buries her head in Ragatha’s shoulder, hips moving frantically to coax the other woman to full hardness. Admittedly, Ragatha was always a little bit nervous about sex overall, but seeing her sweet little love moan in her lap made those nerves dissipate like smoke. She could feel herself making a mess of her panties, cock leaking with each little movement of Pomni’s hips.
“C-Can we take these off?” Ragatha asks shyly, tugging at Pomni’s own costume, “I’m just… Kinda making a mess over here.”
Pomni groans softly at her words, nibbling ever so gently on the fabric skin of Ragatha’s neck. Without another word, Pomni is unbuttoning her jumpsuit, eagerly wriggling her way out of it before the redhead can even blink. Ragatha moves to discard her own dress, but Pomni stops her with a simple hand on her chest. Slowly, the brunette slides off of her lap and continues south until she’s on her knees before the ragdoll. Ragatha feels like she’s burning alive.
“I want to go down on you,” Pomni tells her, eyes hazy with lust, “Would you like that?”
Ragatha nods frantically, unsure if her voice would even work if she attempted to speak. She’d had dreams about this– about the jester’s soft lips wrapped around her, teasing her with her tongue until Ragatha’s tired and spent. As if on cue, Pomni flips up the skirt of her dress from where she’s at on the ground, the brunette eagerly moving between her legs when the ragdoll instinctively spreads them.
“Oh, wow,” Pomni says breathlessly, thumbs hooking on either side of the redhead’s panties. She’s straining beneath them, soft curls of red yarn kissing the top of the waistband. There was a dark patch where her pre-cum was no doubt drenching the fabric. Ragatha looks away, embarrassed.
Pomni is careful when she removes the woman’s undergarments, gasping softly when her half-hard cock stands to attention. Ragatha swears she can see the brunette lick her lips out of the corner of her eye, pinwheel eyes practically glowing with satisfaction. Just having Pomni look at her was driving her crazy; she may not make it out of this entirely sane.
“Pretty,” Pomni says as if entranced, using a hand on each plump thigh to hold the ragdoll open even further. “Y-You’re so hot, I…”
Pomni doesn't have the words to finish her sentiment, clearly, because instead of continuing her sentence, she leans forward to lick a long stripe from the base to tip. Ragatha keens, hands clenching in the sheets at just the minute contact of Pomni’s mouth on her. “P-Please,” Ragatha begs, already breathless just from the sight of Pomni’s soft pink tongue tracing up the length of her.
Pomni doesn’t need to be told twice; she takes the woman in her hand, stroking loosely at the base of her while she experimentally licks and sucks at the tip. Ragatha instinctively grips for her cross, nearly forgetting that it didn’t come with her into this world. The shadow of shame she would have once felt for all of this hung over her like the branches of a particularly shady tree, but the sight of her perfect, gorgeous girl mouthing at her kept her focus solely on Pomni. On the way her tongue laved over her like she was born to do it, the hot feel of her mouth and hand toying with her in the most intimate way possible. Just thinking about it had Ragatha leaking, cock swelling and twitching at the sheer amount of mind-numbing arousal she was feeling at the moment.
“Careful,” Ragatha warns her breathlessly, “I-I’m… I’m sensitive.”
Pomni looks up at her, letting her cock fall from between parted lips. She seems a little disappointed– or maybe it was all in Ragatha’s head– but instead of completely backing away, the jester presses kisses to the inside of her thighs. Ragatha sighs happily, the show of affection ultimately calming to her nerves.
Then, Pomni decides to go lower and mouth at her hole, and suddenly nerves were the very last thing on the woman’s mind.
“P-Pomni!” she can’t help but call out for the woman lavishing her with attention. She sees the slight curl at the end of the smaller woman’s lips, but she doesn’t relent. “You d-don’t have to–!”
Pomni pulls away momentarily, licking her lips from under hooded lids. “I said I was going down on you, didn’t I?”
“I… I guess,” Ragatha says, chewing at her bottom lip.
“I won’t if you don’t want me to,” Pomni offers, “But I’d really like to. If that’s okay. I just… Want to enjoy all of you.”
Ragatha’s cheeks are burning the same color as her hair, she’s sure of it. How Pomni welled up the confidence to say something so bold, Ragatha will never know. With a shy little nod, Pomni returns back to her ministrations. A small, gloved hand wraps around the base of the redhead’s cock while her lips press kisses to her rim. The ragdoll is melting, splitting apart at the seams at the gesture alone.
Pomni wanted all of her. Regardless of anything else. It almost made the older woman misty-eyed to consider someone would want to treat her so kindly. Comfort and compassion could be hard to come by in the Circus, and when you’d been there as long as Ragatha every small gesture was something that lived in her memory.
And this would certainly stick in her memory for a long time.
Pomni finally, finally pushes past the tight ring of muscle and Ragatha nearly cries, the unfamiliar but intimate sensation rocking her to her core. No one had ever taken care of her like this, even before she got here. As much of a nightmare as the Circus could be, it brought her the one person who seemed to care unconditionally. One who expected absolutely nothing in return. Pomni’s generosity was overlooked by nearly everyone in the Circus– her emotional intelligence, her willingness to lend an ear when people needed it, even if she didn’t want to. Sometimes it made being stuck in here worth it.
“Oh, gosh,” Ragatha whimpers, trying her hardest not to rock back against the tongue just barely exploring her inner walls. Pomni’s hand starts to move on her dick and the redhead feels so dizzy she’s afraid she may actually pass out right where she is. It feels good– so, so excruciatingly good– and with Pomni’s gentle hands on her and eager mouth working her open, it’s hard to feel the guilt that usually surfaces when it comes to her more carnal desires. “You’re incredible.”
Pomni makes a little noise of satisfaction, seemingly spurred on by the praise. She doubles down on her efforts, pumping the other woman until her precum leaks down her gloved fingers. Ragatha can barely breathe, eyes trained to the ceiling for fear that staring down at the woman servicing her might cause her to tip over the edge.
Pomni must sense this, because she pulls away from the older woman with a gasp, a string of spit connecting her lip to the woman’s hole. The image is so dirty Ragatha can’t help but shiver. Even moreso when Pomni stands up and kisses her again, the heady taste of her own cum rich on Pomni’s tongue.
“Good girl,” Pomni says affectionately, breath hot on the woman’s plush lips. “Are… Are you okay if I put it in?”
Ragatha wouldn’t dream of denying her, nodding urgently before grabbing the jester by the cheeks and drawing her in for another, fiercer kiss. Pomni straddles the ragdoll yet again, the feeling of her wet cunt against Ragatha’s thigh ripping a moan from the both of them. Pomni takes a moment to reposition herself, letting the redhead’s cock slide between her folds. With one pass of her hips, the head of her cock presses up against the jester’s clit and the both of them tremble, arms wrapped around each other as they grind together. After a moment, Pomni gingerly reaches a hand between them to position the redhead’s dick, propping herself higher up on her knees to press her opening against the tip.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Pomni asks her. Ragatha’s sure she doesn’t miss the little twitch of her cock when she asks.
“More than okay,” the ragdoll reassures her, “Only if you want to, though–”
Pomni doesn’t let her finish the thought, bearing her weight down on the redhead until the head of her cock pops into place inside her pussy. Ragatha nearly screams, gripping the sheets below her so hard she’s afraid she might tear them. Her little love is so hot, so warm and tight and absolutely precious on top of her. The brunette’s mussed hair and blush down to her shoulders is the picture of perfection, face flustered as she tries to rock her hips to take even more of her in.
“Ah, ha–!” Pomni groans, clenching like a vice. “S-Sorry, this might take a second.”
Don’t apologize. Never, ever apologize. You could stop right now and I’d have still gotten more than I deserve.
Ragatha can’t vocalize all of that, so instead she just nods and kisses the smaller woman’s shoulders. Decidedly, Pomni puts both of her hands in the center of her chest, pushing the woman backward flat against the bed. The jester looms over her, sinking just the tiniest bit further on the redhead.
“Just let me take care of things, okay?” Pomni tells her, “You take care of everything for everyone else. I just want you to feel appreciated for once.”
Ragatha is speechless, save for the tiny sob that involuntarily rips from her throat at the tenderness. How had she gotten so lucky? What had she done to deserve someone who loved her so thoroughly? Pomni comforts her with a quick kiss to her forehead, pulling back to more efficiently steady herself on the woman’s lap. She breathes in deeply before beginning to rock her hips, taking the redhead’s cock deeper little by little. Pomni’s own little moans and whimpers are music to the ragdoll’s ears; it’s proof that she’s making her feel good, and nothing quite makes Ragatha swell with pride than keeping her darling happy.
“I’m not going to last,” Ragatha bemoans after a moment, “I-I’m sorry, you just feel so good.”
“That’s okay,” Pomni shushes her breathlessly, “We can do this as much as you want.”
Ragatha practically breaks at Pomni’s words– that she didn’t only want to do it again, but that Ragatha could do it as much as she wanted. Pomni wanted her. And Ragatha wanted her in so, so many ways that made her flustered to even think about. The thought of the little jester equipped with a toy to bury herself deep into the ragdoll makes her legs shake.
“Feels so good,” Ragatha pants hoarsely, “I l-love you, I love you–”
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The redhead awakens with a gasp, eyes opening to her own ceiling. She feels hot, sweating profusely underneath her covers. The stickiness on her thighs and the uncomfortable, sickening heat pitted deep in her stomach reawakens her exactly to what’s going on.
The redhead sighs deeply– not again.
Resignedly, the woman rolls over onto her side, hand twitching against her thigh as she tries to recollect herself. This wasn’t new– it really hadn’t been since she showed up– but the bone-deep dismay the realization gave her every time was enough to chill her to her core. Ragatha hadn’t asked for this. Why did falling head-over-heels have to happen here?
It was pointless to wait for herself to calm down– last time she’d been up all night for goodness sake– so, resolutely, the woman allows her fingers to wander closer to where she’s hard and leaking, wrapping a delicate hand around herself.
Ragatha shuts her eyes tight, trying to picture that familiar-but-not slickness around her. The ragdoll lets out a weak little whimper, desperately attempting to recapture the vision from her dream; Pomni, above her, doting on her, loving her. She should have known it was too good to be real. Pomni didn’t want anything to do with her. There was only one person she seemed to care about, and that was–
Ragatha stops the thought from barreling off the tracks like a runaway train. Don’t think about him. Not here. With an exasperated sigh, Ragatha reroutes her train of thought; Pomni. Think about Pomni. Think about her big, pretty eyes and the way she smiles at you when she walks by. Think about how soft her lips must be when she kisses you.
Ragatha sighs wantonly, biting the plush of her lower lip. Yeah, that was much better. It only takes a few more pumps of her hand to send her tumbling back into her fantasy— beneath Pomni, right where she seemed to belong.
The woman is looking down at her with her eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a saccharine little moan that makes Ragatha twitch inside of her. The woman’s dark blush is inching down to her shoulders; it’s a show of how much she loved this. Ragatha’s shoulders feel a little less heavy under the impression that Pomni needed it just as much as she did.
“I love you, too,” Pomni murmurs back shyly, inching forward to press her forehead to the ragdoll’s. Hearing her say it was a healing song– proof that no matter what her mother said to her, she was loved. She feels lighter, leeched of her misery if only for a brief, beautiful moment. It had been so long since she’d felt like this, the feeling was almost inconceivable. Pomni rocks her hips softly where they’re connected, the tight heat of her squeezing the other woman.
Ragatha shudders, groaning when the jester captures her lips. Pomni’s tongue works its way past her lips, tracing wetly over the redhead’s own tongue in slick little movements. Pomni was kissing her like she wanted to devour her; it felt wonderful to be craved so much, to be desired. Ragatha kisses back with all she’s worth, wriggling her hips to try and urge Pomni to pick up her pace.
The jester smiles, her lips curling up right against the ragdoll’s own. “Eager, huh?”
Ragatha nods frantically, the spitting image of desperation with her hair fanned out across her own plush pillows. “You make me feel so good,” she says sheepishly, embarrassed by the timbre and shake of her voice, “Please don’t stop. Please.”
Pomni’s expression melts, eyes tender and warm from where she looks down at the redhead. “Shh,” the woman’s voice soothes, “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”
Ragatha’s heart clenches in her chest like Pomni had reached in and squeezed. It chokes her up, the idea of somebody treating her so kindly, so compassionately. Pomni knew what she needed, and she was elated to give it to her. The thought makes the ragdoll’s head spin– even more so when Pomni resumes her movement, pulling the redhead all the way out to the tip just to slam her back in again. Ragatha cries out, loud and unabashed, the sound of their hips smacking together ringing in her ears.
“You sound so pretty,” Pomni huffs out breathlessly, riding the other woman for all that she’s worth, “I love hearing your voice.”
“Pomni,” Ragatha whimpers precariously, already feeling that familiar heat building in her belly again.
“Yeah, just like that,” Pomni dotes with a contented sigh, “Say my name.” Ragatha does as she commands, moaning out the woman’s name as loud as her lungs will allow. Pomni must like that, because she’s moving faster, harder, taking Ragatha deep enough with every little bounce of her hips to fill her to the brim. Ragatha chances a glance down at where they’re connected, brain nearly short-circuiting at the sight of the jester stuffed full. It makes her feel dangerously close again, both hands reaching to hold onto Pomni’s hips.
The brunette sighs contentedly, cute little cries and whimpers echoing in Ragatha’s ears. “I-I’m so close,” the redhead warns, “Can I… Um, I mean, did you want me to p-pull out?”
“No,” Pomni says immediately, seemingly the slightest bit embarrassed about her eagerness, “I-I mean, don’t worry about it.”
Well, if she was so kind to grant her permission, who was Ragatha to say no?
With a cry, Ragatha tips over the edge. She cums harder than she has in awhile, wetness gathering in the corner of her one good eye with the onslaught of sensation. Pomni’s hot and tight around her, milking her for all she was worth without even trying. It was like her body was made for her. The thought earns another wave of shudders from the redhead as she spills into the jester, legs twitching from the overwhelming stimulation.
“Oh, Ragatha,” Pomni moans, seemingly pleased with something the ragdoll was doing– whether it was filling her to the brim with cum or just because Pomni thought she looked good beneath her, she’ll never know. Regardless, the jester leans down to capture her lips, nipping gently to earn a little squeak from the redhead. She’s still moving her hips, eagerly chasing her own climax. Ragatha felt horribly sensitive, but she certainly wasn’t going to stop Pomni from taking what she needed.
The jester cums with a cry so precious Ragatha wants to bottle it up and save it for later.
Even despite the oversensitivity, the feeling of Pomni cumming around her is something she wouldn’t trade for the world. Her half-lidded expression, the satiated smile on her face; it was worth every stupid thing she had to put up with in this Hell.
“I love you,” Pomni whimpers above her, eyes soft and molten in a way that sends shivers up the ragdoll’s spine.
Ragatha opens her eyes at last, hand dirty with her own spend. She sniffs, the lack of afterglow a hollow but not unfamiliar feeling. This wasn’t the first time Ragatha had spent her nights tossing and turning, murmuring the jester’s name like a prayer. Every time she tells herself it will be the last, but this time, she doesn’t even have the strength to tell herself that.
“I love you, too,” Ragatha mutters to herself, heart speeding up despite herself. As much as she tried to avoid it, this self-indulgence was all she had.
And it was all she’d ever have.