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If Gangle and Zooble could do it, who's to say Ragatha and Pomni were any different? Life in the circus had felt akin to utopia, or as close as it could be without Caine's constant control. The remaining five of them tried to splurge in their new home as much as possible, welcoming the ringmaster with caution but still with positive expectations. They oftentimes held gatherings, discussing what they wanted to see in this new version of the circus.
Caine began taking their suggestions more, giving them whatever they desired with just a snap of his finger. Even when it'd be questionable at times, the ringmaster never objected. At the end of the day, happy circus members meant a happy stay here at the Amazing Digital Circus. In addition to added features, there had been many places that had appeared since then, and each of them had no trouble in diving headfirst into exploring without anyone holding them back. Or anyone forcing them to go, for that matter.
Though for tonight, Ragatha and Pomni had different ideas in mind. Although the new maps and places apart from the grounds were lovely for going on quiet trips, the two women needed a more… comfortable place to rest up. And what better place to take a well-needed respite than a rag doll's bedroom?
"Whoo, I sure am tuckered out from today," Ragatha spoke, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Pomni shuffled in after her, stretching her short limbs while a yawn racked her body.
"You're telling me.. But today was nice, very very chill."
Ragatha chuckled, nodding in agreement as she flopped back on her quilted bed. The lamp was already on, bathing their surroundings in a placid honey glow. The doll sighed out in relief, opening her arms to allow Pomni to curl into her. The jester didn't hesitate, wrapping herself around Ragatha and fitting herself perfectly into the doll's side.
Ragatha snapped her fingers, her attire suddenly changing completely. Instead of her classic light blue patchwork dress, she had changed into a lilac ruffled collar pajama set with matching bottoms. She held Pomni closer to her, the smaller woman tiredly snapping her fingers to change herself into a loose vintage T-shirt and heart boxers. It fit her casual nature wonderfully.
Both of them began to relax in the quietness of Ragatha's bedroom, and the stillness of the circus they were still getting used to. With Caine now listening to — practically every — command they had, the members unanimously agreed that being able to switch up their wardrobe once in a while would be a refreshing addition to daily life in the circus. The ringmaster nodded his denture-headed self without reluctance, granting the request as easy as breathing.
So now, in the soft lighting and comfortable outfits, both girls rested easy on a lavender quilted bedspread. Ragatha sat up against her headboard, using a plush hand to card softly through Pomni's dark hair. She watched as she jester looked up at her with sleepy, though very much loving eyes. Ragatha smiled softly down at her, bowing her head to kiss Pomni's forehead.
"Whatcha thinking of, sweet girl?" Was all she asked, Pomni's face dusting pink at the words. She reached a hand up, lightly tangling a degloved hand into red locks. That was another suggestion they had asked of Caine, because wearing gloves and a jester hat twenty-four seven was not the most comfortable when it came to the end of the night.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all.. Just a certain someone," Pomni replied. Ragatha quirked a brow.
"Oh really now?"
Pomni giggled before replying,"Really really."
Ragatha hummed thoughtfully at this, stopping her hand's motion to rest it on Pomni's head as she thought to herself.
"And who might this.. 'certain someone' be, Poms?"
The jester merely shrugged against Ragatha's side, burying her face further into her. Though it was muffled by a plush body and pillows, Ragatha could've sworn she heard the girl say: "Someone reeaallly special."
The rag doll chuckled into the calmness of the room, cupping the side of Pomni's head to hopefully coax her into meeting her eyes once again.
"I'm deeply sorry sweetheart, I couldn't quite make that out."
Another muffled reply. Though this time, Ragatha seriously didn't catch it.
"Hm? Could you repeat that, Pomni?"
Her face finally befell Ragatha's again, with reddening in her cheeks that was slowly spreading to the rest of her pale face. Pomni knew she couldn't keep this in, and frankly, she didn't want to. The night wasn't over. Not for them, at least.
"I said... 'you could make me out.'"
Stop. Full pause.
"..Huh?" Ragatha cocked her head to the side, amusement on her face.
….
Make me out.
…
Make me out.
…
Make me out.
…
Make. Out—
Oh, make out.
Right.
"Make out..?" Ragatha spoke slowly, putting the pieces together. Pomni merely nodded bashfully.
"Love, if you wanted to, you could've just asked me."
"I didn't know if you were in the mood or not!" Pomni replied defensively, sitting up. Ragatha put a placating hand on her shoulder.
"In the mood? For you? Always, hun."
The smaller woman smiled sheepishly, all exhaustion seeming to dissolve from her body as she climbed on top of Ragatha's lap with her arms slung around the doll's shoulders. She responded accordingly, placing two plush hands on the jester's waist. They both shared looks of reassurance, pink blush speckling their cheeks as they giggled nervously. Though they had done this many times in the past, the nerves never subsided. It always felt like the first time.
Ragatha tilted her head, closing her eyes as her and Pomni leaned in in tandem. Pomni's hand that was snug behind the doll's head cradled the back of it tenderly, the other intertwining fingers in ruby ringlets. Ragatha's hands slid up and down Pomni's waist slowly, letting the jester melt into her as they came flush together. And as their hands moved, their mouths deepened.
While the kiss burned like a flame, it was steady in fervor. Neither of them egged the other on too much, not wanting to extend all their energy too soon in such a short amount of time. They'd take things slow, having a sort of kind patience with one another that they had grown to love and cherish.
Pomni tilted her head further, tongue teasing her girlfriend's stop-motion mouth as a silent invitation. Ragatha chuckled against the kiss, nodding in approval before Pomni slid it in. That's when the fire was stoked, crackles and embers igniting in two hearts growing in size as a blaze bloomed in the chests of both women. And as the fire shined brighter, a hunger longing to be satisfied followed suit.
Pomni's brows furrowed, pushing herself further into Ragatha, to which the rag doll replied with a soft groan. The addicting sensation of lips against her own twisted an endless stream of butterflies in Ragatha's stomach, fluttering high in her chest and gut to settle low in her abdomen as a gentle heat and faint tightness. She held the jester taut on her lap, loving the way she straddled her legs with ease. Ragatha squeezed her hands around Pomni's waist, the heat in her lower belly blossoming more when she heard the girl's breathing hitch.
The two of them pulled away, panting in the room's quietness, foreheads together. With their eyes locked again, a hint of mischief gleaming in Pomni's expression. Ragatha quirked a brow, chest heaving lightly as she took in the peculiar expression of the woman she loved.
"Pomni..? Is everything o—"
The jester dove back in, lips snagging the rag doll's as they entangled with one another for the second time of the night. Ragatha squeaked in surprise, quickly regaining her self in the process all over again. Pomni's hands trailed up and down Ragatha's back in the space where it didn't quite touch the headboard all the way. She rubbed up and down, thumbs outlining shapes on plush skin intercepted by soft fabric.
Ragatha sucked softly on Pomni's tongue, making the jester moan quietly, the same heat in Ragatha's abdomen starting in her as well.
"F-Fuck…" She mumbled against the doll's mouth, Ragatha doing nothing but smirking knowingly. Pomni broke the kiss momentarily, the two of them catching their breaths once again. She looked Ragatha in the eye, her gaze lovesick and hazy, shadowy eyes half-lidded and longing for so much more.
Ragatha threaded her arms around Pomni's shoulders, leaning in to kiss the jester's neck slowly. As she brought her closer, Pomni already knew she was in for it. Oftentimes, she'd be the one kissing up and down the doll's neck, leaving a good amount of hickeys in her wake. Though it appeared this time, the tables had been turned. It was the doll's turn to ruin her.
"You taste so good, darling…" Ragatha muttered against pale skin, a pleasant shiver trailed up Pomni's spine. The jester held her head in place, whimpering into the open air of her girlfriend's bedroom, taking every kiss willingly. And praying that each one left a mark.
"S-Same to you…" Pomni replied shakily, not knowing how to make any words sound poetic while the sensitive skin of her neck was being hounded on by the love of her life. The heat that had formed prior had spread again, the sensation feeling like white hot pleasure tightening in Pomni's lower belly. And the best part? She wanted to feel it more.
Ragatha kept kissing and sucking on Pomni's neck, the grip on her head tightening as pleasure reared itself clear for the jester. Only when Ragatha teasingly nipped at the dip in her neck did Pomni moan out softly. The doll chuckled at the sweet reaction, sparing her love from any more as she went to capture her lips in a tender kiss.
Pomni took in the expression on Ragatha's face, and much like her own, it was dazed and so clearly wanting more. Her cheeks were adorably flushed, lips parted and mildly swollen, closing them momentarily to swallow dry.
"Do you… Want to go further?" Pomni asked. Ragatha silently nodded, the fiery hotness in her lower belly igniting to practically beg for what her girlfriend had suggested.
"D-Do you..?" Ragatha asked. Pomni nodded, a shy smile quirking her mouth upwards.
Pomni got off of Ragatha's lap, patting her own and letting the doll sit on her smaller frame, spreading her legs apart so she could fit in between. The shorter woman could sense the stiffness of her lover's limbs, wrapping her arms around Ragatha's middle in hopes to calm her nerves.
"Still want to?" She asked, chin resting on the doll's shoulder.
"Y-Yeah, I do. Sorry, just a little excited," Ragatha assured. Pomni nodded, slowly running both hands along her middle.
"Just try and relax for me, okay? I'll take good care of you."
Ragatha chuckled, a breathless sound Pomni wanted to capture and play on repeat. Gosh, it was so addicting to hear that laugh.
"Don't worry, I know you will."
Pomni smiled against the woman's back, continuing to run her gentle hands along Ragatha's stomach. She silently relished in the feeling of the doll leaning further back into her, slowly becoming less stiff with each motion of her hands.
"You feel so good right now," Ragatha sighed contently.
"Say that again when I get to the good part."
Ragatha gulped, chuckling nervously, but eager nonetheless. Pomni trailed her hands further down, adjusting herself against Ragatha to have more arm length. She could feel that same rigidness creep into her girlfriend's body again, keeping one hand held in her own.
"It's okay. Just sit back while I make you feel good," Pomni soothed, Ragatha nodded.
"J-Just.. Go gently," she spoke.
"Always."
Pomni inched her hand further along, teasing the waistband of Ragatha's pajama bottoms. She still massaged over the doll's stomach, soothing any anxieties left in her mind, letting her plush limbs grow heavy again. Pomni's heart thumped in her chest, both of their breaths growing ragged at the anticipation.
"Spread for me. Just a little," she commanded. Ragatha gulped back another dry swallow, lips parted to breathe out shakily, though Pomni couldn't see. Her body, both of their bodies, buzzed with want. The fires had been stoked higher, and nothing on this night could douse them. The doll listened, bending her knees up ever so slightly in order to part them. That was Pomni's cue.
She breached the waistband of Ragatha's pants, dipping two fingers into her center, a hand gripping Ragatha's waist as the doll softly moaned.
"Shit, Pomni..."
"Is that good?" The jester asked.
"Y-Yeah.. H'oh yeah."
She started her pace off slow, Ragatha's head now resting on the woman's chest as Pomni used the two fingers dipped inside her to make the doll come undone.
"Gosh, you're soaking.." She breathed out, Ragatha's face flushed with embarrassment.
"P-Pomni! You can't just say that!" She exclaimed, Pomni looked away with a deep red overtaking her face.
"S-Sorry! Sorry.. Just thought I'd state the facts.."
Ragatha tilted her head back onto Pomni's shoulder, closing her eyes as she let herself feel every sensation. The jester gave her hand a supportive squeeze when soft moans and pants escaped past shuddering lips. Her pace quickened, Ragatha arched off the bed slightly, the woman's hand that was once in hers held her down.
"I know, baby, I know. You're doing such a good job for me, Rags."
The doll panted, whimpering softly while she turned her head to bury it into Pomni's neck. The jester kissed her face, the hand that once held Ragatha's tightly now softly caressing her temple, stroking her hair gently. She kissed along her locks, smirking to herself as she saw Ragatha grasp a fistful of her bedsheets in Pomni's peripheral vision. Another moan resounded in the shared space.
"P-Pomni.. Fuck, Poms—"
"That's what I'm doing, don't you worry."
Ragatha chuckled breathlessly, a soft whine catching the end of the airy sound. Pomni's face flushed, feeling her own body reacting at her girlfriend's lovely laughter. The jester continued her pace, slowing down to not have Ragatha climax immediately. She wanted this to last, she wanted her to last.
Ragatha reached up her hands, pushing Pomni's face against her own to kiss her roughly. She reciprocated with ease, feeling the way the doll softly caught her bottom lip between her teeth before letting go. Pomni's fingers faltered ever so slightly, her mouth going dry at such a simple little tease. The doll's hands still held the jester's face, Pomni relishing wildly as she felt Ragatha's breath against her mouth when she had to break away from the kiss, a groan or whimper the due cause of it.
"D-Don't tease me like that.." Pomni panted, Ragatha's hips lightly raised off the bed until the shorter woman pushed her back down.
"..You're not the only— Mhn.. the only one who gets to have fun—Ah, around h-here.."
Pomni shook her head in amusement, she supposed that was a fair point. Ragatha's mouth was against hers yet again, a satisfied moan leaving the jester's throat as both of their tongues found each other in their heated display. Ragatha's legs shook, pleasure building faster than she knew. But even through it, she tried to stave it off for a few moments longer. It was still too soon, she wanted to feel Pomni for as long as possible.
"You're so beautiful like this," the jester mumbled against the doll's mouth, the hand once stroking down her hair slipping under her shirt to grope a breast.
"Pomni, Oh gosh— Fuck, damn it—" Ragatha panted, short puffs of her breath against Pomni's neck sending the girl into a pleasant haze.
"The way you moan my name, every whimper and whine from that sweet mouth of yours? It's addicting."
Alright, Ragatha knew what Pomni was doing. And damn it, did it work. She felt the slick between her legs began to drip down deeper into her pants, the speed of Pomni's fingers having slowed a noticeable amount, though neither of them could truly pay attention to that right now. Who cared about getting off on someone's fingers when words could do the same thing? Although, pair those two together, and you've got a dangerous concoction.
"Poms.. S-Stop.." Ragatha mumbled, the warmth on her cheeks radiating off of her fair fabric skin. Pomni raised teasing eyebrows, fondling the breast she held even more, causing her girlfriend to moan out loudly.
"Stop what? You're dripping just from my words, Ragatha.. C'mon."
The doll's hips bucked up, whimpering like a wounded dog at the jester's filthy words. She needed to hear her more, needed to envision exactly what Pomni was saying to her. Ragatha breathed against her mouth, kissing the jester softly before the shorter woman went to speak again.
"Want me to go faster?" She asked. Ragatha nodded slowly, shuddering breaths the only thing closest to verbal confirmation.
The jester smirked, still curling her fingers at a slow pace in Ragatha's center, feeling the slick coat over her fingers. Pomni feared if she did go any faster, the doll would cum right then and there. She couldn't have that, no way. This was a moment that needed to be savored, and she'd make sure of that.
"Beg for it."
Ragatha's breathing hitched, a pitiful whine leaving her lips as she closed her eyes, mouth parted as she panted softly.
"Fuck— S-Seriously, Pomni?"
"I'm serious, Rags. No beg, no climax."
The doll swallowed her pride, remembering how sweet and saccharine Pomni's words had been just a few minutes prior. Those words that described her, she needed more one way or another.
"P-Please, please Poms.." She whispered.
Ragatha felt the fingers inside her curl faster, the intense pleasure arising from them causing the doll to groan out. Pomni felt the wetness between her own legs increase, the sight before her doing nothing but giving her more reasons to ruin the doll resting on top of her. She huffed, eyes sluggishly open as she felt her pace steady within her girlfriend's sopping folds.
She fondled the breast in her hand some more, brushing over fabric skin and the delicate stitching of what Ragatha had as a nipple now roughly in her palm. With the combined pleasure of feeling her breast get kneaded and groped, plus the onslaught of fingers curling within her bringing the doll closer and closer to the edge, Ragatha practically sobbed.
"Y-You feel so— A-Ahn.. Good, honey—" She whimpered, Pomni could only nod from where she laid against the headboard.
"S-So do you.. Good fuck, Ragatha.. You're so damn gorgeous."
The jester's fingers curled faster, she couldn't help it. The moans and sweet sounds of pleasure pouring from Ragatha's mouth sounded like a symphony to her. Ragatha's hips bucked and her legs shook, high-pitched moans erupting from the doll's mouth as her girlfriend continued to finger-fuck her.
"Hold on f-for me, Rags.." Pomni demanded, she felt Ragatha shake her head.
"I-I can't— Pomni— Fuck! I-It's too much!"
"You can do this Ragatha, hold out just a little longer for me!"
She inhaled through her nose and out through her mouth, legs shaking vigorously as she kept her climax at bay for just a little while longer. Pomni quietly congratulated herself, letting the whimpers and whines of the girl on top of her be her reward.
"Pomni…" Ragatha spoke breathlessly, barely above a whisper,"I'm so damn close—"
The jester slowed her pace, to which the doll replied with a rough hand gripping her hair. Pomni winced softly, a pained laugh shortly following afterwards.
"Don't you dare start edging me, y-you hear?" She told her darkly, Pomni nodded reluctantly.
"F-Fine.."
Ragatha loosened her grip on Pomni's poor scalp, shakily brushing it over with a soft palm before pulling her into a short kiss.
"..That's my girl."
Pomni sped up her fingers, curling them deeper into her girlfriend, to which Ragatha responded with a satisfied moan. The hand she kept on Ragatha's breast trailed down to the woman's stomach, the jester softly rubbing over the sensitive fabric, outlining idle shapes along the surface. Ragatha groaned out loudly, bridging closer to the edge.
"F-Faster, hun…"
She didn't need to be told twice, Pomni flicked her fingers up and down faster than she ever had tonight, the legs of the rag doll spreading further to feel as much of the jester as possible. Ragatha panted against her girlfriend's neck, moaning and whimpering into the pale skin, shaky breaths having nowhere else to go but back to the woman reducing her down to a whining mess.
"Let go, babe. You're so close, I can feel it on my fingers," Pomni whispered, continuing to curl her digits up and down. Sweat beaded on the both of them, Ragatha's face coated in a thin sheen of it while Pomni bit her lip. She nodded mindlessly, just wanting to climax after such a long time.
"I think I'm gonna—!" Ragatha cried, Pomni curled harder.
"Oh you're going to, alright."
The shorter woman sped up, a hand braced on her lover's stomach while her other thrusted and flicked and curled to finally bring Ragatha to her climax.
"Oh, shit. SHIT! P-POMNI! POMNI!~ A-AH FUCK!~"
As Ragatha's orgasm erupted through her, Pomni could feel the woman's walls clench around her fingers, the jester flicking more just so the doll could ride out as much of her climax as possible until the sensitivity took hold. She slumped against Pomni, panting out into the atmosphere of the bedroom. The jester took out her fingers, looking over the sticky mess her girlfriend had made on both of them. Ragatha's eye shut for a moment, breathing out a heavy breath as she felt the soft touch of Pomni's lips against her hair.
"You were.. absolutely unreal, Ragatha. I'm so proud of you."
Pomni was met with a weary hand softly patting her cheek, the shorter woman chuckling as she took hold of it, brushing over the plush surface.
"You work magic, I swear," Ragatha breathed out. Pomni shrugged against her.
"Not when you top me," she replied.
The rag doll chuckled tiredly, rolling over with a whimper to face plant into a pillow. Pomni rubbed her back, slow circles of comfort running up and down her frilled night shirt. The jester rested beside her, letting her head rest against the woman's shoulder blade as she let sleep take her under. Though, before it could completely, Pomni reached over to flick off the lamp, shrouding the room in a peaceful darkness. She fell back on Ragatha's shoulder, the surface always being so damn soft.
"..Goodnight, Rags, I love you."
She waited for a hum, a sleepy or slurred "I love you too, Pomni.", though was only met with incredibly soft snores from Ragatha. The jester didn't mind, though, not one bit. Pomni was just glad she could be there to give her girlfriend what she deserved. And that was a good night's rest.