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She sat in silence, staring out over the water of the Digital Lake.
Today was… Rough.
It had started badly, and was going even worse.
She'd awoken from horrific nightmares for a start, falling out of her bed.
An all too familiar shadow had hung over her dreams for the last few nights, but this one had been particularly brutal.
She was back in her old church, made to kneel and pray, to beg for forgiveness. Whether that was to her mother or some unseen god Ragatha had never truly believed in, she wasn’t sure.
But she was sure whoever she was praying to despised her.
She tucked her knees close to her chest. Drowning out the words that had been hurled at her this time. She’d almost wished it was the knives again.
Sinful.
Ugly.
Disgusting.
Freak.
Ragatha pulled some of her hair with one hand, desperate to make the words stop… A single tear slipped out of her eye, and she took in a shaky breath, feeling the rest of it fall back into place.
Oh. She hadn’t realized she’d forgotten to breathe.
The image of how silly it must have looked dragged a laugh out of her. The feeling of holding her breath wasn’t pleasant, but her hair sticking up like she’d been charged with static, well…
There was a reason one of the polaroid’s on Jax’s wall, the only picture he had of her from the old days, was of her discovering her ‘hair noodles’ stuck up.
He’d snuck the camera into that adventure, he knew she hated having her picture taken. The bastard.
The glint of red and blue sparkles caught her eye.
Pomni, brilliant as a star in the sky, had finally returned from the adventure she’d gone on with Gangle. Something about wanting to explore a bath-house from a movie they both knew about… Spirited.. Something. She’d ask later.
And now it seemed, Pomni was looking for her.
Ever the romantic, every time she’d gone on an adventure Ragatha didn’t want to go on, the first thing her beloved Ringmaster did was fly right back to her.
Her heart ached.
Ugly.
Disgusting.
Freak.
Sinful.
What did Pomni even see in her?
Since she’d replaced Caine that fateful day, the short woman had become nothing less than a god.
A god…
With a bitter laugh, Ragatha wondered if there would be a church or temple to her own girlfriend.
But…
With a soft heat in her belly rising, she wondered how it would feel to kneel and worship her. To pray to her. Ragatha bit her lip.
She wouldn’t mind doing that.
But she wouldn’t give herself time to dwell on that, for the Ringmaster slowly floated into view.
“Heya dolly. Whatcha doin’ out here?” Pomni tilted her head. “You okay?” She reached forward, cupping the Ragdoll’s face. “I missed you.”
Nothing less than a god.
A god that loved Ragatha. Adored her. Listened. Made time for her.
“You’re by far my favorite.” Pomni had once said.
“You okay, baby?” The Pomni of now asked, clearly concerned. “What’s going on in that pretty head, hm?”
Ragatha spoke as if raising her voice would set off a bomb. “W… What do you… Love about me? L-like, what… What do you see in me? That you don’t see in anyone else?”
Pomni settled herself down on the beach, kneeling before Ragatha.
Those thoughts began to race again.
But she reigned them in to listen to her girlfriend.
“Well, for starters, I think you’re just about the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I mean that inside and out.” Pomni kissed her cheek where the tear had left its trail. The younger woman ran her tongue around her black-lined lips.
Busted.
Pomni paused for a moment, her pinwheel eyes spinning. Ragatha noticed they did that when she was thinking particularly hard.
“Ragatha, can you lower your legs, please?” She asked, and the redhead compiled immediately.
The small Ringmaster shuffled up, now straddling her lap.
Ragatha was sure more than anything that her heartbeat could be heard through her chest. She leaned back by instinct, but Pomni leaned in, removing a glove and running her hand through her hair. “You, Ragatha… Are kind. You’re funny. You’re always there for people, and you always have kind words for others. I know you’re not always cheerful, but you’re always kind. You hate being angry, and I… I have to say, I’m kinda jealous of that.” Pomni laughed.
“You?” Ragatha tilted her head, inadvertently leaning into Pomni’s touch. Today was a good day for touching, clearly. “Jealous? Of me?” She scoffed.
Pomni gave her the softest smirk, eyes lighting up with that Jester mischief. “Am I not allowed?”
“But you’re a… God!”
She slapped a hand over her mouth, regretting it immediately when sand rubbed into her face while simultaneously regretting being born.
Pomni’s eyes widened. “You… You see me as a god?” She asked, top hat crooked.
Brushing sand off of her face, Ragatha slowly nodded. Oh, how badly she wished to have never learned to speak. This was so embarrassing.
And yet, life had a funny way of cursing her, because now all she wanted was to beg for forgiveness.
An image flashed in the redhead’s mind.
A cold goddess on a throne, whip in hand. A cruel grin on her face. Not a hint of mercy in her eyes.
Kneeling in front of her, begging to be spared her wrath, that she’d do anything to make up for being so sinful…
That same hand on her face, another trailing down her…
“Dolly?”
Ragatha snapped out of her thoughts. She was thankful Pomni was straddling her thighs, the brunette providing her with the perfect excuse to squeeze them together.
On her fist day as Ringmaster, Pomni had updated their avatars.
“Did you hear me?”
‘Fuck.’
“N-no, I’m sorry.”
Pomni smirked.
Busted. Again.
“I said…” The Ringmaster leaned in, hand on Ragatha’s back to pull her in even closer. “Repeat yourself. Now.”
Her breath hitched.
“Y-you’re a… A god.” She breathed, gasping a little when black lips grazed her neck.
“And you… Are my whole world.”
Her head felt light.
Pomni pulled away, just a little, pressing her forehead against the older woman’s. “Let’s speak in my office.”
With the snap of her fingers, Pomni had placed them into her office, the faint click of the door’s lock making Ragatha’s cotton heart race.
Divine lips pressed into her own humble ones, and Ragatha whined, leaning her head back to let the younger of the two lead the kiss. This was the very same spot they’d had their first one, some logical part of her rapidly overheating brain spoke up before it died.
“I think I get it now, why you looked so sad earlier.” Pomni whispered as she pulled away from their kiss. “But I think you’ve got it twisted, dolly. Let me help you…”
The redhead squeaked as she was grabbed from underneath, her girlfriend floating up to place her gently on her now suddenly cleared off desk. The clatter of random items Pomni had been experimenting with making her flinch.
“Y… Your… Things-” Ragatha panted. That stupid part of her brain that refused to go along with this tried to protest one last time, distracting her.
“Don’t matter. Not next to you.” The confidence in the younger woman’s voice had murdered it in cold blood. “Just look at you…”
“Sinful…” Her voice acted on its own, and had given what was obviously the wrong answer. Pomni clicked her tongue, shaking her head.
“Oh, not quite… I was thinking more…” She trailed that pretty pink tongue down Ragatha’s throat, sharp teeth threatening her with every breath. “Sacred. That’s why you’re on an altar, baby…”
Her heart jumped into her throat. The heat of the room was growing to be far too much, and the Ragdoll scrambled for the button clasp on the back of her dress.
But her goddess was so much quicker, grabbing her wrists. “Ah-ah… I’ve got it. Besides, I wanna take in every inch of perfection you’ve got.”
Every word she spoke sent another wave of heat between her legs. “P-please, hurry up…” She begged.
“Woah, now…” Pomni placed a hand on her chest, a downright evil glint in her pinwheel eyes. “You don't get to boss me around, darling. Remember who you belong to…”
Ragatha bit back a moan as Pomni undressed her at a painstakingly slow pace. She was close to whining again when her girlfriend surged forward, capturing her pouting lips in her own.
“You're such a good girl, baby…” Pomni whispered between kisses. “So well behaved for your goddess…”
Moving lower, she shivered as the brunette pressed rough kisses against her neck. “Bite…” She moaned. “Bite, please…”
“Oh?” Pomni snickered. “But you're a good girl.” She sat up more, pulling back her coat to let her dim office light catch on the instrument that'd had Ragatha transfixed for countless days.
Her bullwhip.
“Poor girl, you think you've done something wrong?” Pomni teased. “I can't hurt my perfect devotee… Not without reason.”
“Please, please, Pomni…” Ragatha begged her girlfriend.
At her words, Pomni faltered. “I… I don't think I can whip you, baby…” She cupped Ragatha's face. “Is just biting okay?”
Ragatha nodded. “More than okay, I promise. I'll take anything you're willing to give.” She gave her girlfriend a chaste kiss. “I love you.”
“Thank you. I love you, too.” Pomni smiled before that mask of pure confidence and god complex crept back on. “But you've been having some rather… Unholy thoughts, haven't you?”
She groaned. The stuffing inside of her might as well have been set aflame. “Yes.”
“Tell me.” The Ringmaster Deity ordered. “One confession… Is one bite, a fair punishment, I think.”
There was of course, always room for discussion, but in this game they were playing, she'd shoved it all aside. Pomni was a goddess, if she felt it was fair, it was fair.
“I… Fantasized about you.” Ragatha confessed. “About how powerful you are.”
She yelped when Pomni's teeth met her neck. “F-fuck…”
“Go on, angel.”
Her hips rolled against her girlfriend. “I… I wanted to kneel in front of you! Ah! T-to… Mmnngh, b-beg for forgiveness- ah!”
She babbled mindlessly, her rambling punctuated with moans and yelps as Pomni attacked her sensitive neck. In her state, the redhead hadn't even realized she'd wrapped her legs around Pomni's hips to try and steady herself.
Was the room spinning, or was she just that dizzy?
“Okay, I think you've been punished enough, dolly.” Pomni laughed softly, and Ragatha let out a strangled whimper.
The doll sighed as Pomni lifted her up gently, unclipping her bra. She set Ragatha back onto the desk, tenderly pulling off her now very much ruined panties.
Catching her breath, she stared up at her girlfriend.
Her heart squeezed at the sight of Pomni’s face. The brunette was eyeing up every inch of her body, her gaze holding nothing but lust and pure, complete adoration.
“You're so beautiful, my dolly.” She leaned down again, pressing kisses down Ragatha’s chest. “Such a pretty angel.”
Her legs were already shaking. At this rate she'd cum without being touched, the thought making her ever-present blush spread to her shoulders.
Pomni kissed her stomach gently, taking extra care to kiss the seams that resembled stretch marks. “I don't know if I could make something as pretty as you.”
A tear slipped down Ragatha’s face.
It was as if Pomni could read her mind, the Ringmaster leaning up to wipe it away. “Every inch of you, baby. If you'll allow me the privilege.”
She nodded, tongue feeling heavy in her mouth.
As Pomni lowered herself more, placing a kiss to the thin curled strands of string between her legs, she glanced back up at Ragatha one last time as the older woman opened her legs.
“Will a goddess be allowed the privilege, tonight?”
“Pomni, I love you, but if you ask permission again I'm gonna kick you in the head.”
She heard Pomni snort. “Okay, okay, message received, baby.”
Her goddess pushed her thighs up, pointing Ragatha's knees up towards her chest, fully taking advantage of the other's lack of bones. Ragatha cried out as a playful tongue darted out of her girlfriend's mouth, brushing her clit.
She shook as if she were freezing, panting as Pomni nipped her thighs. “Oh, god…”
“I'm right here, dolly.”
She could feel herself getting somehow wetter, and she knew Pomni had that stupid smirk on her face.
“Fuck…” Pomni moaned as she licked a stripe up the Ragdoll's folds suddenly, making her squeal. “You taste so good.”
Ragatha panted. “Th-thank you.”
“And so polite, too…” The brunette murmured. “Such a good girl.”
Without warning, Pomni took the redhead's clit into her mouth, tongue swirling around it as she occasionally sucked on it.
Ragatha's back arched, and she screamed.
Her breath caught as Pomni's whip had seemingly taken on a mind of its own, wrapping around her wrists and holding her in place while her godly girlfriend made a meal out of her.
Her vision blurred as Pomni chuckled. “Found a use for it.”
“Yes, fuck, more, yes, please!” Ragatha begged and pleaded, trying her best to keep her legs open as wide as she could keep them.
“Of course, baby…” Pomni pressed her tongue inside, lewd moans and whines leaving the small goddess as she ate the redhead out.
The hot coil that had built itself inside her snapped far too soon, and she could feel herself drench the shorter woman as she came with a sharp scream. “More, please, please Pomni!”
“Whatever my devotee wants. There's a reason you're god's favorite.” Pomni kissed her clit, sharp teeth grazing her skin. “You were born for this, dolly. You were made to be worshipped.”
Another wave of tears slipped out, Ragatha's eye squeezed shut as she rode out another orgasm. Then another, and another…
Until she had gone quiet. Her voice hoarse, body limp.
The whip loosened its grip. She was vaguely aware of being scooped up by thin arms. She whined at the feeling of being moved.
“Shh, baby… I got you.”
She felt Pomni press a gentle kiss to her cheek. “You did so well.”
She set Ragatha down onto the bed she'd created so long ago. The Ragdoll's eye fluttered open. “I… I love you.” She slurred.
She watched Pomni conjure a warm, damp washcloth. “I love you too, angel. Get some sleep, I'll clean you up.”
Stubborn as her oldest horses, Ragatha fought off the siren song of sleep, watching her girlfriend tenderly care for her body.
The ex-jester quickly caught on to her refusal of sleep. “Oh, that's gonna get you a terrible punishment…” She teased, slipping a fresh pair of panties up Ragatha's currently useless legs. She was sure trying to walk now would make a baby deer seem like a figure skater.
“W… W'as my punishment?” She asked, and mischief sparked in her lover's red-and-blue eyes.
“You've gotta cuddle with me all night long.” She gave a soft ‘evil’ laugh.
Ragatha laughed, letting her girlfriend put a cool silk nightgown onto her, watching her change into nothing but boxers and a sports bra.
Pomni scooched her over, letting her get comfortable in their shared bed. Once the redhead gave a contented hum, Pomni wrapped an arm around her, hugging her as if she really were a plush doll.
She was happy. Safe. Loved by her goddess.
Maybe today hadn't been such a bad day after all.