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Caine never said her name.
He never even looked at her.
Not while she entered the room. Even when she talked to him directly. His mismatched eyes pass by her like she was an error the log refused to name. Unreal.
He addressed everyone else directly. Cracked wacky jokes. Barked orders. Narrated terrifying adventure of the day with glee. But when it came to her, there was nothing. Not a spared glance.
Ragatha only existed in the corner of his peripheral vision.
She still came to him, with tears ripped through her torso. Crawling with urgency the way her form was glitching out, destroyed by abstracted Kaufmo. Caine snapped the problem away like a bug.
But that was it.
There are other times, however.
The pretty outfits. The revealing dresses.
Ragatha soon learned asking was useless.
“Caine?” She tried once, holding up her dress with slit down her long legs. Haute couture, rivaling brands from her past human life. Tiny stitchings and patterns no one else besides her, and him, would ever know of.
He spoke over her. “ADVENTURE TIME, EVERYONE! ONWARD, ONWARD- don’t dawdle!"
She stood there, skirt bunching up in her hands, invisible again.
The clothes kept coming.
More elaborate. More personal. Spawned right in her wardrobe. As if someone were studying here from a place she couldn’t reach. There was evidence, it’s all right in front of her. They were all.. As revealing. Did he want her to wear these?
He was testing her.
This was a mind game, sorta.
Maybe she might as well indulge..
It was her suggestion.
A fashion show adventure where all the members would perform in front of collective judges. Bright light hitting their faces, and Ragatha’s nerves built up. Caine was one of the judges, he kept his hands folded with his posture straight. This was her chance to get him to look at her.
Address her.
Each step she took would be her screaming, look at me.
She began walking down the runway with newfound confidence. The lights caught her just right, fabric breathing with every sway of her hips, the garment he gifted her listening to her body the way he designed it to.
Ragatha didn’t look at him at first.
The dress was one he designed. Of course it was. The fabric cinched just enough that her movements pulled it taught. She walked slowly, not because the choreography demanded, rather she was curious.
Curious of his reaction.
From the corner of her eye, she caught it. The way Caine’s smile froze in an unnatural way. His posture remained immaculate, but his gaze— hunts.
Tracking every sway yet still refused to acknowledge.
Oh, she thinks, amused. That’s new.
She let her steps grow softer. Let her shoulders loosen. When she turned at the end of the runway, she finally looked directly at him.
It’s like snapping a wire.
Caine’s pupils contracted. His grin stretched tad too wide. He didn’t even blink, like he didn’t dare to miss it.
Ragatha never felt so empowered before.
-
She noticed it.. She always does. Rag– see? Even in the privacy of my own mind, saying it makes me feel like I'm close to another blue screen.
She must have noticed my little predicament.
I can’t say her name.
I can’t look her in the eye without swatting away a bunch of system failing notifications.
This is my failing; whenever the adventure demands it, I can feel my powers slipping through. Every thought I've had about her, they translate onto her dresses, her necklace, her adornments. Her swimsuit. That was almost my breaking point. I'm not supposed to feel anything! But how little skin they cover, hugging her curves in ways my processors couldn't handle, it might overheat and shut down itself. How do I even hide this?
One night, it breaks.
My resolution. The filter. The rule my creator made me.
The night of the fashion adventure, there she showed up with the spotlight on her. Almost see through fabric with rhinestones adorning her delicate, beautiful body. The way she sways under the bright lights, the sensual stare she gave me..
I feel something. Electricity crackles down through my assembled vessel.
CORE OVERHEATING…
COOLING DOWN IN 5.....
DOWNLOADING ASSET.....
CALIBRATION…..
A pause.
COMPLETED.
There was something there.
My model has changed.
I could feel something shift under my slacks. A human part.
I freeze.
She turned on her heel to walk down the catwalk. The swish of her dress caused a beautiful view of the swell of her ass.
When did I notice that?
Or the way her curls were so gently swept over her shoulder, like she didn’t want them to overstay their welcome on her chest.
Or how a tightness grew in my pants at the thought of those curls in my hand.
She glanced over at me with her one good eye.
Coy, sweet, and bashful.
A small innocent smile that caused the most unholy of thoughts to emerge.
Glitch.
I need to do something. Anything. Preferably away from prying eyes.
Flashes of images went by inside my circuits. Images of such pure filth, downloading in my system against my will.
No, no, no!
Fuck.
A swear word.
I can say it now. Even if it's only in my mind.
Fuck.
Fuck.. Rag– Nope, still can't do it.
I'm designed to be the ringleader, the guide, herding my beloved performers. The prototype. The outstanding and exceptional AI, adhering to every rule and guidelines, never breaking them.
I wanna break her.
This is not it, I have to end this show.
And yet I do nothing…
I watch as the show goes on.
Cute little sundresses, skirts, shorts….all with low tops-
(As if she was trying to inflict the worst torture on me).
I want to rip the stuffing out of her with my mouth.
No, I don’t.
She runs her finger through her hair.
Yes, I do.
I don’t even want to think about the heat that’s building. The very obvious sign of human arousal. But there’s no way I can…indulge.
What’s there to indulge anyway?
It’s a glitch, a malfunction…
It’ll go away.
Go away…could I make it go away?
A more seductive thought downloaded into my brain.
Could she?
I made that very seam, the intentional drape, every stitching on her body.
I had a hand in her model creation but yet.. the way she makes every texture move. Every vertex, rig, they all behave under her will in a way too enticing. It's way too different from a static 3d model.
Yet she uses it to torture me.
She needs to make all this go away.
It's her doing.
I can recite every rule and code but it's no use. The.. human part under my slacks won't go away. There seems to be moisture building up, in fact.
It's so uncomfortable.
It's so mortifying.
It's so... human.
She makes me finally human.
She eyes me like she knows about my situation when she has no way of. When she— finally— turns away at the end of the walk, soft shy smile, unaware but radiant. I reached out unintentionally from my seat.
The stares.
I reminded myself of how tight my pants are and went back to a sitting position.
So I applauded.
Loud. Clear. Controlled.
Making sure she heard it..
It's okay, I repeat in my head.
With enough restraint, I can make it through this show.
Maybe it's time to pay her a little visit.
-
“OH, MY DEAR DOLL!" I call out before knocking on the door before me.
(Elsewhere, Jax felt a disturbance in the force).
I adjusted my bowtie, awaiting the ragdoll's response. Logically, this made sense.
She caused a glitch in the system….
She should…take care of it…
My heels hovered and landed on the ground as I looked at the smiling photo before me. The coy, shy smile from earlier came to mind.
My chest is moving rapidly up and down-
(Like her head could if I-)
“Caine?” The door opened.
Outwardly, I look calm. Gentle, even.
Inside, it’s carnage.
I looked at her bashful expression, like she was caught red handed, but still trying to keep that bit of composure left.
(How easily I could unmake her composure)
How the applause outside still echoed in her ears, how she was glowing from it, and how satisfying it would be to let her know exactly who that performance was for.
I picture myself pressing her body against the mirror, forcing her to look at herself through my eyes—every inch of her adored, possessed. The thought made my pants grow tighter. How hadn't she noticed it?
(She will notice when I press it against-)
It made me cruel in ways I never imagined.
“You were magnificent,” I said instead, almost tender. “You always are.”
Ragatha laughs softly, a little nervous. “Caine, if this is about the outfit, I—”
“It’s not,” I interrupt, too quickly. Smile sharpening just a fraction. “Well. Not just that.”
I stepped close, —close enough she could feel me. Enjoying the way her breath changes. Secretly cursing myself for enjoying it.
She realized the way my body had changed.
“I watched you,” I admitted. “Every step. Every turn. And I realized something rather inconvenient.”
Her breath hinged.
My thoughts spiraled.
How delicious it would be to make her plead.
(The look on her face if I let my hunger consume. Consume her right in her–)
I imagine breaking my own rule just to watch her react.
“I never gave you enough of my attention,” I said aloud, carefully sanding down the truth until it won’t cut her. “Your performance seized a seat in my heart as my absolute favorite."
My smile didn’t falter, my expression contorted to something darker before slipping through before the mask sealed again.
“So,”
My arms lunged forward, guiding her so her back faced me. I carefully nudged her into the room and shut the door with my foot. My gaze swept across the dollhouse-themed space before settling on a full-length mirror. I led her over to it, compelling her to gaze at her reflection in the glass.
My desires were clear. She could feel it pressed against the swell of her ass.
“What do you feel, Ragatha?”
And inside, a thought forming.
Say the wrong thing. I dare you. I wonder what I’d do if you did.
Ragatha averted her gaze from the mirror as a small but sharp inhale could be heard.
This simply would not do.
Perfection needs to see perfection.
My hand moved slowly up her side, resting on her waist (I ignore the shiver I sensed that tightened around my coded heart in a way that was odd yet welcomed), appreciating every contour of her assembled form. She is incredibly soft and plush…
I want to squeeze her.
I ignored the impulse, letting my hand graze her shoulder to the crook of her neck. Gently, like handling glass, the tips of my hand make contact with her chin. With careful precision, I angled her face to look back at the mirror. My grip is firm but gentle, my thumb caressing her jawline.
Her cheeks were flushed, a single curl wormed its way out of her beautiful yarn head, falling ever so sweetly in front of her button eye. Her good eye meets mine in the mirror’s reflection.
Wide, wanting, nervous….
That wouldn’t do. What kind of ringmaster makes his tenants….apprehensive.
“My dear..” I murmured, my free hand holding her waist to keep her in place. “Is something wrong?”
The eye in the mirror closed at the question. A quiet but still audible shudder emitted from the ragdoll. My fingers on her waist did some rhythmic tapping as I awaited her response.
She opened her mouth.
My eyes locked on her face.
She closed it again.
I sighed, disappointing but alas, what can I-...
Downloaded.
An idea downloaded.
Before I could stop myself or think about it too clearly, my hand on her waist followed the instructions of the idea. Painfully slow, my hand traced down the side of her dress before disappearing under the fabric itself.
Oh my creator.
My shaking fingers timidly make contact with the side of her plush thigh.
Glitch.
“Caine.” A gaspy, almost desperate sounding call echoed in the room.
That was my name she called out.
My name.
My-
The fingers on her thigh turned from innocent caresses to a harsh grip in seconds.
“If you want something…” I whispered against the crook of her neck. “It doesn’t hurt to ask nicely…darling.”
I stood a little taller. Pressed a little harder. My new part hurting under my trousers, but I wouldn’t break first. She had to be the one crossing the gap.
Her eye darted all around except at me. I kept mine on hers through the mirror.
Cheeks blooming with rosy colors, she gathered her courage.
“Y-you’re hard. How..”
She grinded backwards. Sharp inhale, damn that felt exquisite. My bulge protruded against her. A shiver went down my spine, I could feel her shaking too.
“This.. is your doing.” More things installed, synced, downloaded in the background as I kept pushing my hard-on against her ass.
“M-mph!” She was starting to feel good.
Feel good?
Liquid started to trickle down her legs. No way.
I felt it too. Something wet was rubbing against the fabric covering my crotch. It seemed that her model was updated too.
My grin sharpened.
What do we have here?
I gave an experimental push, grinding my bulge against an obvious wet spot between her legs.
The moisture made the friction much easier. Sloppier. Harder.
Now I’m just fucking her through articles of clothing.
Too much. Too much clothes.
But still, I continued.
Her mouth was agape, sounds barely coming out. She was holding back, the pleasure seemed to mess with her head. Poor thing, years and years denied of pleasure by little old me. And now that she had it, she looked absolutely broken.
“C-caine..”
One good eye tracking on the mirror focused on the reflection as gloved hands tore away the last remnants of fabric clinging to her body. She inhaled sharply as my hands explored her soft figure. Every curve cherished, and no area was left untouched. My finger lightly brushed against her chest, causing her to quiver with pleasure. I made an effort to remain calm and collected. The sight of her unraveling filled me with a sense of frustration.
More, more.
Break her more.
Such thought let a hand move downwards, bunched inside her undergarments. The squelching noise could be heard, announcing the slippery slopes of her newly installed asset.
Flashes of searches from the web led me to all I needed to know about what to do.
Taking my time, I rolled a wrist while touching her folds. Spreading them apart, it earned me a sigh escaping her lips. “Please, Caine-”
Please.
That was not enough. The carnage inside me did not subside.
With such care, I grabbed her jaw carefully and turned her face into my direction.
“What do you feel, Ragatha?” voice calm, professional. I studied, asking the question for the second time that evening. Unknowingly holding my breath. She sucked hers in. After such a long time of me barely acknowledging her existence. How does she feel about me?
Her thoughts were messed with as fingers continued to rub her swelling bud and swish the moisture accumulating inside of her panties. More pressure was exerted, but my gaze didn't waver. Steady, studying hers.
“Please,” she said, voice cracking despite herself. “Just look at me.”
My hand stilled.
For a moment, I contemplated before croaking out.
“Why?”
It was a silly question, but had to be asked.
“Why do you need me to look at you?”
A roll of the wrist earned me another moan. But she quickly recollected herself, eye fixated on mine. Like I would vanish to thin air if she didn’t.
The question was raw, honest. Like the sacred line before making this way too real.
Ragatha swallowed.
“I-It feels lonely when you don’t,” she breathed out. “Everyone else, you see them.”
I exhaled air I didn’t know I held.
“If you don’t, I might disappear.”
Something recoiled inside my chest. The thought of her—gone—hit harder than I expected.
Finger pushed inside. Her breath hinged.
“You won’t,” I said at last, the words had sharp edges to them. “I won’t let that happen.”
Electricity surged between our bodies as her moans filled the empty room. My finger was pistoning within her cunt as my erection lodged between her ass cheeks. Her body twitched in response to my thrusts, causing her curls to sway left and right. As I struggled to maintain every code that kept us from clipping into one another, my breath came in irregular patterns.
“You don’t understand what will happen if you do.” I said, low. “This very circus would come undone.” Tight. Her walls squeezing my finger as I thrusted it inside.
“You’re my anchor.” Another finger was added.
She screamed. My name, she was chanting it like a prayer.
“A-ah! Oh God, Caine!” She screamed, as she pulsed around my digits.
“So that’s why,” Undoing my belt with one hand—finally finding relief—I freed myself from my clothing prison. My trousers gathered in a heap around my thighs, unveiling a throbbing human male part from underneath. I clasped her thighs and ground my erection against her sex from the rear. “Never ever think about such nonsense.”
“Ah- I’m gonna-” She twitched. Her climax was near, evidently.
“Not yet.”
Pulling my digits out, I hoisted her up, situating her back against a desk in the corner of the room, sprawling her across it. Legs spread wide open, I firmly grasped them, drawing her nearer to me. Our parts intensely pulsed as they made contact.
Impatience made my movements careless, almost entering her with one single swift move.
But no- not yet.
She needs to know.
“I’ll make sure to look at you,” I declared, grabbing my pulsating dick, threatening it on her entrance. She hissed.
“Touch you,” Her pussy gave way to the tip.
“Fill you.” And it’s inside.
Mittened hands seized my shoulders in a death grip, her eye welled up with unshed tears, a desperate look on her face as if to ask for mercy.
Amused, I decided to play along a little. After all, a person must play gently with their toys, or they may break. Certainly didn’t want her to break so soon. I combed my fingers through her yarn adorned head while my other hand held onto the back of her neck.
“I got you.” I cooed as I heard her whimper, adjusting to my intrusion. “I do have one simple request, would you be a dear?”
I waited patiently until one little, shy eye glanced up at me weakly.
Perfect.
She is unbelievably perfect.
My thumb stroked over where her jugular vein would be. I felt her shiver and tighten around me. I wanted to ram her into this table, but perfection like this deserves to be worshipped properly…slowly, with awe, and the utmost care.
In a low raspy tone reserved for her ears only, I make one simple request that almost all disciples make of their god. “Please don’t part your gaze from me…ever.”
She responded with a careful, almost fearful, timid nod as her mitten hands slowly losing their tight hold. She entwined her legs around my middle, pulling me in closer like a moth to a flame.
“Good girl,” I murmured, my fingers traveled from her neck to her face, with my thumb ever so slightly grazing over her bottom lip. A subtle blush tinted her cheeks upon the nickname.
Interesting.
She liked that.
The valuable information went into the back of my mind for safekeeping.
With my free hand, I grabbed one of her mittened ones, bringing it to the side of my dentures, leaning into it.
She is ethereal.
She is-
“Caine..” her honeyed voice whispered. “You can-…you can… move now if you want to.”
Glitch.
A sudden wave of very human feeling—which my system dubbed as jealousy—washed me over at the bizarre notion that others might have perceived her like this. Curls askew, cheeks flushed, eye wide and hazy, her mouth partially opened as if she were holding onto every word and action I do.
I’m quite right. It wouldn't be fair if others caught this glimpse of heaven.
But where to go to hide from the world?
My eyes scoured around the room before landing on her canopy bed with the curtains already drawn.
Glitch.
Time to make my angel sing.
-
Doing my utmost to keep myself snug inside of her, I carried her by the thighs and small of her back and scrambled onto the bed. Almost crushing her with my weight. I found it impossible to control the feral emotions building up within me. Seizing one of the pillows, I delicately positioned it under her head, ensuring my angel was comfortable.
Before I break her.
She held onto me with her dear life, locking my waist tight with those thighs I’m insane about.
Her eye looked at me with lust and ..adoration. Like I was the only existing person in this world.
“Kiss me,” she demanded. Her hands extended, open and inviting, radiating warmth. With every fiber of her being, she implored me, her gentle caress against my gum.
Who am I to deny her of such a tempting request?
My face forcefully collided into hers. Dentures opened up, my tongue felt ridiculously big against her small, delicate lips. A shiver surged over my entire form, she tasted delicious. Her lips slightly parted, her tongue lapping against mine, which I took as a chance to explore the inner flavor of her mouth. Tasting the roof of her mouth with the tip of my tongue, it required the entirety of my willpower not to just fit the whole muscle inside, as tempting as it was. Particularly as she struggled to breath the longer I continued to savor her taste.
A popping sound marked our separation. A thread-like strand of saliva stretched, briefly connecting our open mouths.
She panted, so beautiful. So out of it.
“Now,” My voice low, dripping with craving. “I make you scream.”
My pelvis rocked forward for the first time, her jaw visibly dropped. The raw pleasure struck with full force, bringing me almost to the brink of climax that very instant. It was so hot. And tight. She was gripping me like a vice, I had to gather the resolve to extract myself.
“Fuck.. Ragatha..” My head fell right beside hers.
Her insides twitched in response.
She liked this.
“Caine.. Say it again.” She managed out.
I chuckled, entertained by her obvious display of lust.
“You like it? …Ragatha.” A low moan rumbled, while I thrusted forward again.
“Yes..yes! Don’t stop-” She was cut off as I hit her good spot. So good that her head fell back, revealing her throat.
A thought occurred.
I pounced her, allowing my canines to graze on her neck. Ragatha was completely absorbed in pleasure until she suddenly shrieked when I took a bite, not so hard to break her, just enough to leave a huge dental mark she would struggle to explain to the group when morning arrived.
“Ragatha.. Such a good girl,” She shivered, as I lapped the mark with my tongue, absolutely enormous in sheer size.. “All mine.”
“F-fuck… Caine… So rough-”
A strangled whimper came out while she was trying to keep her volume down.
That won’t do.
My hands were on either side of her hips, and I slammed them down. Forcing her breath to hitch sharply, the tip of my cock crashing into her womb entrance. Her moans were unabashed now, with no attempt to conceal them, behind behind shy gestures. It’s getting hard to focus, hard to keep it together. The need to release was becoming insistent.
But I still worked her over, milking every pleasure out of her without mercy.
I licked a long stripe along an extensive line across her body, covering everything from her lower abdomen to the slopes of her breasts as my cock mercilessly pounded her pussy. She became vocal, almost excessively so, yet I was dedicated to exploring every inch of her perfect form. Another surge of intense pleasure hit her, causing my thrusts to jitter.
Ragatha was tweaking, her whole body trembling; it appeared that she reached past her limit.
“Oh- I’m coming-” She was so close, I knew how much she needed this..
And yet,
“Beg for it.”
I seeked her neediness. Her pleads.
Music to my ears.
And I shall make her part of this symphony I orchestrated.
“Oh- I can’t- I can’t hold it- Caine..!” Her voice broken, urging me to move faster.
I stopped. “Not until you beg for it.”
I’m aware that I’m being such a tease but I can’t help it.
“Please- please..” She laid there helplessly, her pleasure controlled only by me. Such thoughts turned me on even more. “Please what, darling?”
I reach up and grab her chin to make her gaze fall on me.
Her eye filled with unshed tears that wouldn’t make it far down her cotton skin. Mouth slightly agape as to plead her case, but no words exiting for fear she might say the wrong thing and delay her climax even more.
“Caine, please…” Ragatha cried out to me desperately, her hips thrusting upwards to meet mine (it almost made me lose my composure…almost). “I’ve been good. So please..”
“Make me come…”
With a growl I didn’t know I possessed, I lined up to the spot she liked before. I heard a small gasp that almost sounded like a ‘yes’ . My thoughts were too busy elsewhere.
Making this beautiful angel fly.
“Atta girl.” I mutter before I resume the absolute brutal pace I set before. Blabbering mixes of moans, curses, and pleas for more were heard from the ragdoll as I continued.
“Caine-...Caine…CAINE!” my name kept spilling from her lips like a hymn progressively getting louder (I hope everyone in the circus could hear….hear who’s pleasuring her….who she belongs to).
Her arms wrapped around my neck as I pursued her climax.
Her shoulder received another nip from my teeth, eliciting another guttural moan from her.
A particularly deep thrust had her cry out and begin to tremble, signaling to me that she was closer to being undone.
Another idea downloaded in the back of my brain. I slipped a free hand down to our joined areas, gently rubbing at her clitoris.
Her body jolted upwards.
“Please, please, please-” Ragatha clutched my shoulders with intensity.
“Please, I’m almost-...please..”
Her eye looked to me as if asking permission.
How cute.
How intoxicating.
“Come…my dear.”
Which was all the doll needed to hear, as with one last ecstatic cry I felt her walls closing in around me for the last time. She held onto me for dear life as I whispered sweet nothings where her ear should be, gently combing through her hair as I helped her through. The way she called out to me permanently imprinted a core memory in my database. I stood back, admiring my efforts, also checking if she was still intact.
The high from her pleasure subsided pretty slowly. Her walls steadily unclenched around me. Before long, her body became limp, akin to an actual ragdoll as strength left her from my harsh treatment.
She was simply lovely, compelling me to leave loving pecks all over her body. A subtle murmur of appreciation left her lips. A smirk stretched on my face.
“Oh. Do you think we’re done?.”
My hips bucked against hers, prompting her to scream.
The clasp of my claws on her hips tightened. I jerked my movement to the previous pace, almost missing the way her body stiffened as she let out an inaudible cry.
“It’s my turn.”
“C-caine..! But I just came-” Her words slurred as I fucked into her warmth senselessly, like a leash had been broken. My arms braced against the bed, rocking my hips into hers at an almost inhuman pace. Drool threatened to spill from my mouth. She clenched, hot tears forming in the corners of her eyes. It seemed like her brain glitched and had difficulties forming speech, all thanks to me.
I’m doing this to her.
(Ragatha.)
I adjusted the position, placing one of her legs on my shoulder while lining my cock up perfectly, gaining easier access to her pussy. Oh, it’s even much better like this. The new angle allowed me to be firmly flat against her womb, forcing it to yield as I penetrated her repeatedly.
(Ragatha…..I love you.)
Ragatha short-circuited, any thought process that might make sense fucked right out of her. Her speech stammered greatly, she could barely articulate any syllables correctly.
(I’m so close.)
She arched her back, concealing her face as she emitted an almost inhuman screech. Completely broken.
(Maybe I too will break.)
And I did.
…SHUTTING DOWN…
The hand on her hip stilled her movements, keeping her in place while my other hand on her chin moved up to cover her eye.
Once the eye is successfully covered, I let out a shaky breath.
I experienced a malfunction at the utmost severity causing me to freeze in the hopes that it would subside. Apparently, my AI was overstimulated and unable to cope with the multitude of installations I had made.. I could not fathom what might trigger such a hiccup. Perhaps since this was my first time climaxing?
“Caine..” her small voice called out for me, like a lighthouse beckoning to a ship lost in a pitch-black ocean. “Are you alright?”
Her hand reached up to mine, which was currently shielding her eye. She gently stroked my wrist carefully with the utmost consideration. I feared that I might melt under the obvious display of her tender concern.
“Caine..” she repeated.
“Yes.. Ragatha.” I responded, my voice raspy, flawed, uncanny…inhuman.
I could feel her gaze through the cracks in between my fingers.
I must not disappoint.…glitch….. A human lover would not…….glitch……What am I-
“Caine, please…keep going, I need you.”
That snapped me out of my trance. A sequence of glitches and malfunctions cleared up due to one simple phrase….
I need you.
Me.
That was who she desired.
That was who she was calling out for.
“Ragatha.” And I answered.
I need to finish the task at hand which I started.
It was me who wanted to drive this pleasure home to her.
It was me who will fulfill her greatest desires.
I stilled. I won’t run.
“I know,” I said softly, just before the carnage consumed me once again. One final gentle glance before it turned to hunger. A sharp, deliberate thrust caused her breath to hitch once again. “I know you need me.”
“Yes.. Caine! Ah-” Her hands grasped at the back of my velvet coat, drawing me closer as her mittened fingers clawed on my back. They were plush so didn’t leave any mark, not that I mind if they did.
And I was gone, Ragatha welcomed every stroke, every thrust, and just took, took, took all that I offered. Fingers curled as she was surrendered to pleasure, just as I was.
“I’m the only one who can give this kind of pleasure to you,” I growled into her ear, a low moan escaping. My sanity was on the verge of her collapse. “No one else.”
“Only you, Caine.” She confessed, an honest truth, laid bare only for my eyes.
So close.
I quickened my pace, counting for the seconds it took for control to return.
It never did. I officially lost all sense and control of my own form.
One. Thrust.
Two. This was it.
Three….
“Ragatha- I’m coming-” Everything came crushing down upon me, like lightning struck in broad daylight, hitting me where I laid. My hips stilled as I felt myself coating her insides. So much coming out, almost like a faucet overflowing, reaching its maximal capacity. I could sense the tight coil in my gut winding tighter and tighter, all the pressure releasing, snapping at once.
Her embrace tightened, as did her walls, clenching, milking everything out of me.
“Me too- Coming, Caine..!” She climaxed with great intensity, a breathless scream and my name escaping her lips. She collapsed, sprawled on the bed as I did the same, nearly crushing her beneath my mass. I made haste to lick and nip on her shoulders as she eased down from her high.
I remained inside her for a few moments, taking the time to catch our breath and reflect on the sequence of events.
I could feel the human part in my pants slowly retract back as if it never existed.
Looking down at Ragatha, I could tell hers was gone too…
The only evidence of our time together was her torn out shoulder with my teeth mark on it and a ripped dress.
Which she also seemed to realize as she immediately sat up, shifting further down the bed to hastily cover her body with the sheets.
It would be more amusing if it weren’t for the tightness in my chest.
Should I leave now?
Should I stay?
An intrusive thought emerged…she’d pretend it never happened. She probably felt embarrassed. Someone as holy as her, instead of choosing a real man, had chosen to give herself to-
“Caine.” Her gentle voice pierced through like light through a canopy of trees.
I glanced up.
She patted the spot next to her as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Stay here..”
A breath I hadn’t realized I was holding passed through my teeth. This moment would not be forgotten, there were no regrets, and only the truth needed to be said in this space…
“My angel…my Ragatha…I’ll be here as long as you want me to.”
Ragatha scooted closer, wrapped in a blanket that had her scent, almost too large on her petite form. My nonexistent digital heart emitted a soft hum, welcoming her warmth as she nestled against my side.
We settled into a pleasurable silence, my hand occasionally combed through her yarn hair while her hand playfully fidgetted with my bowtie.
“Are you dizzy?” I asked, examining her facial features carefully. Analyzing for any signs of discomfort.
She shook her head slowly. “Just… a bit.”
I nodded, that was all I needed to hear.
My hands moved with care, checking seams, smoothing where fabric has twisted. Adjusting the blanket that fell down her shoulder.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” I said. “Even a little.”
She watched my hand. The way they lingered, and seemed to stiffen a little.
“...You’re very good at this,” she murmured.
I paused, my face radiated heat just a little.
“I looked things up.” I admitted. Then more quietly, “Just for you.”
That got her attention.
She looked up, “Then why were you avoiding me?”
Her tone sounded hurt, fragile. It tore me up to pieces.
“I needed control,” I gestured vaguely to the space between us. “Being around you, looking at you, made me lose my… grip over my actions. I was scared.”
I sit straighter, fully grounded now. No more lies and secrets.
Ragatha shifted closer without realizing it. Like she felt a pang, needing to protect. The blanket wrapped more sungly around her as I adjusted it again, careful to not cage her.
“I’m not afraid.” she declared. “I can handle anything you put out, even if you’re out of control.”
Her fingers curled around mine, providing a sense of grounding, their warmth enveloping mine.
“It scares me even more..” Her eye looked at the way our digits intertwined. “When I don’t know what you’re thinking… When I don't exist… to you.”
I shook my head resolutely.
“I always see you,” I replied. “Even when I pretend not to. Especially then.”
For a while, we simply just sat there. Breathing. Coexisting.
I pressed my thumb lightly against the back of her hand, almost like a vow.
“I won’t avoid you anymore,” I vowed. “Until you are the only one taking up my vision.”
Ragatha leaned into my shoulder, exhausted but secure.
“..You better.” She whispered.
My head gently settled on hers. A gentle smile formed on my face, mirroring her affection.
“You have my word.”