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DING

The change was so subtle, Pomni nearly missed it. Well, she can’t really describe the change rather she was … hollow before, her body, she means. But now… 

Pomni glanced down at herself, her hands hovering just below her stomach. There was no way Zooble’s request was actually granted. Maybe… maybe she was just imagining things, but the feeling…

“TELL THAT TO HIM! He’s the one that fucks everything!” Zooble huffed, flinging their arm out to point at Jax.

Their outburst brought Pomni out of her trance, her attention back to the group. No one else seemed to have any changes or even noticed anything different about themselves. Pomni took Gangle as confirmation as she was still only made of ribbons and a mask. No offense to Gangle, but Pomni couldn’t imagine Gangle having sex in her current state. 

Internally, Pomni sighed in relief, because having the ability to even have sex in this digital world would only open a can of worms that she did not want any part of. Honestly, she couldn’t imagine how touch starved the rest of the group. It wasn’t like she was that sex crazy in the real world anyway from what she remembered, just working and working… and working.

Pomni shook her head to get these ridiculous thoughts out of her mind. There was no change and everything was still the same. Yep, definitely!

Jax tilted his hips, a smirk already on display. “You are in a mood today, aren’t you?” He quickly looked over Zoobles body, up and down, before standing straight. Though he was barely within her view, Pomni catches Jax pursing his lips in thought. Wonder what he was thinking about?

“Now, now, you know what they say about assuming.” Caine grabs Pomni's attention as the letters A-S-S-U-M-I-N-G fall from above. “It makes an Ass out of you and Ming!” Caine lectured to the group, pointing at each section of the letters to prove his point. 

Wait -

“Ming?” Zooble questioned.

“Did Caine just say ass?” Pomni asked, her question hanging in the air. Either no one heard or they were choosing to ignore her, as a heavy silence followed. It was finally broken by an NPC walking up to Zooble.

“Hi, I’m Ming. I really don’t appreciate what your assumptions have done to my reputation.” the NPC, Ming, said calmly which only made the atmosphere more unnerving.

And with that, Pomni moved on from her debacle just moments ago. The Circus hijinks made it easier to forget that feeling in her… lower regions.

“Hey,” Pomni gave a small wave to Ragatha before asking, “you wanna be on my team?” After all, Ragatha was probably the closest person to Pomni out of the rest of the group. Wouldn’t hurt.

“Oh!” Ragatha’s hand flew to her chest, surprised by the question. "I-I’d love to but-” Oh no- “I really don't want Kinger to get stuck with Jax.” She explained, throwing a look of concern over her shoulder to Kinger.

Pomni was taken aback a bit, but attempted to keep her voice clear. “Oh, yeah. Well, I could be on Kinger's team.” She went further to explain how she and Kinger were together before. Seems like a no brainer.

Ragatha’s lips twisted in discomfort, with a look of unease in her eyes. Or maybe not? Ragatha sent a look to Jax, who was pointing a gun up in the air. Pomni followed Ragatha’s gaze and gets the notion. Guess Pomni has to team up with Jax. 

Sure, no problem there…

Pomni knew that Ragatha hates Jax even if Ragatha won’t admit it herself. Besides Jax isn’t too bad, they even hung out earlier today before running into Zooble. Though Jax can be an ass at times during adventures, Pomni seems to get along with him outside of that. Like actually having conversations that aren't just comforting one another, just meaningless mingling. Yeah… yeah! This will be fine! But the rejection still stung though, even if there were good intentions behind it.

Pomni scratched the back of her head, attempting to take Ragatha's rejection in stride. 

“Oh. Um. Y-yeah. Just forget I asked. I’ll be on Jax’s team.” Pomni sent a sympathetic glance towards Ragatha, as a ‘no worries’, before she made her way towards Jax, walking past Ragatha. 

Okay so how do I ask Jax?

She hopes he doesn’t rub it in her face or something, when he was literally everybody’s last choice. She had a feeling that Jax knows this too as he was not looking for a teammate and just expected the last man standing to be his partner. Just ‘playing’ with the gun.

“W-wait!” Ragatha stuttered, breaking Pomni’s train of thought. 

Pomni turned her body, not fully facing Ragatha, her brow furrowed in confusion. But her confusion grew as Ragatha struggled to find the right words. Pomni interjected, assuming that Ragatha felt ‘bad’ for leaving Pomni with Jax. Though Pomni didn’t really mind.

“Like you said, probably good to keep Kinger and Jax separate. I can keep Jax in check, so don’t worry about me.” Pomni questioned if she ‘could’ keep him in check. More like his teasing didn’t really affect her as much as it does to Gangle.

Before Pomni could continue on her way, Ragatha finally got the words but they’re not what Pomni expected. “U-Uh, hey, Pomni? I-If-If you ever need to talk to somebody… o-or need help with anything, I’m here.”

Oookay? Now Pomni was really confused, but she knew Ragatha would always try to be the comforting type among the group.

Pomni didn’t really give a direct answer, just an awkward laugh and a thumbs up. Man, she wanted to leave this awkward conversation. She turned on her heel, going up to Jax who noticed her right away. 

Pomni put her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels as she asked, “You have a partner yet?” A rhetorical question.

Jax grinned, his eyes glowed with mischief already. 

“Well, look who it is.” He rested the gun on the floor, leaning his body on it while he gestured towards himself as he said, “You sure you can handle me in all my glory?”

Jax’s antics made Pomni snicker in amusement. “Eh, I’ve been through worse.” 

She had, no lie there. There was a brief silence as the teams got settled and Pomni noticed Jax’s lingering gaze on her. Like he was looking for something on her, similar to how he looked at Zooble before. Somehow, she suddenly felt exposed, clenched her hands at her chest, bringing Jax's gaze back to her face, like he had been caught.

Quick! Before things get awkward.

“Soooo,” Pomni began, her eyes drifted to the side. She knew if she were in the real world, her face would have gotten red right now, thank god that wasn't the case. “You seem to know how to handle a gun.” She pointed down to the rifle.

It seemed like it took a sec for Jax’s gears to start turning, he stared at Pomni before he chuckled. He brought the gun up to his chest, his finger a little too close to the trigger for Pomni’s liking. 

“Just aim and pull the trigger. Nothing more to it.” A smirk grew on his face as his eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you’re scared, Pomni.” 

Pomni huffed at the accusation, though it stung because there was some truth to it. The idea of shooting her friends left a sickening feeling in her stomach.

“I’m not scared" she snapped back, her voice a tighter than she intended. “But pointing a gun at someone I care about was not really on top of my to do list.” 

She probably said too much as Jax rolled his eyes at her, clicking his tongue. 

“Ugh, could you be more dramatic?” Jax said, cocking his head to the side. “It’s a game, sweet heart. They’ll pop right back up.”

Pomni flinched at the pet name. That’s a first. But before Pomni could retort, a loud DONG rattled throughout the circus. Everyone’s attention was brought back to the timer above the guns. 

00:30

Thirty seconds before the game starts. Without another word, Jax made his way over to the pile of guns. Pomni followed suit as well as the rest of the group, all circled around the pile, getting ready to make a run for it. Jax went above and beyond, getting ready like he was about to run a sprint, one hand on the ground and feet placed in a “on your marks” stance. 

Looking a little ridiculous if you asked Pomni. She bit her lip as the countdown went from five seconds to zero, a buzzer sounded so loud her body trembled from the vibration. Man, she hated her body, so frail…

However, to everyone's surprise—dismay for some— the guns disappeared, even the one in Jax’s hand. Everyone looked around in confusion as three hearts popped up above each person. All three lives on display, well, except two for Ragatha from Jax’s shot from earlier. 

“W-Wait, what? That counted?!” Ragatha asked, her mouth agape in disbelief. Poor Ragatha.  Pomni couldn’t help but feel bad for her as she knew that Ragatha had a complex relationship with competitive games.

Zooble took the initiative and asked “Uh, Caine?”

Pomni peered above to Caine who was laying on a floating lounge chair, looking more annoyed than his usual ‘joyful’ self. He glanced down below before going back into his relaxed position, twirling his finger in the air. With a sigh he said, “The guns have been teleported to random locations in the circus. Go find’em, I guess.” 

Well, he was in a mood. It didn't seem like anyone noticed or cared as they scurried away from the stage. Zooble and Gangle ran in one direction and Kinger dragged Ragatha in another.

Suddenly, Pomni was airborne, Jax’s grip the only anchor as he dragged her across the room. A strange, cool breeze went through her scalp. Loose hairs fluttered against her cheeks. When her feet finally touched the ground, Pomni stumbled to a stop as her hand flew to her head, but she only grabbed a fistful of hair. That’s not normal. She spinned around, peering down at the red and blue clump only a few feet away. 

Oh, her hat fell off.

Wait, what?

Jax skidded to a halt, his heels produced a perfect cartoon screech and a small puff of smoke that cleared instantly. His breathing was labored as he looked back at Pomni, “Pomni, hurry…” His voice drifted in surprise as he noticed Pomni's new look. 

His angered tone made Ponmi quickly turn her neck, bringing her to face him. Her hands were still in her hair, the grip so hard she was surprised she hadn't ripped out any strands.

A thick silence hung between them, broken only when Jax let out a low whistle. He leaned in, peering at her head as if he just found a new discovery. With his arms pinned to his sides, he gestured toward her hair with a floppy wrist.

“Sooo,” he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Were you always able to do that, or …was this a new development?” His voice trailed off, implying the question was as pointless as it was obvious. 

Pomni blinked at him and brought her hand down. Though she knew his question was rhetorical she can’t help but feel annoyed at him. Of course this was a new thing, like she would ever voluntarily wear that damn jester hat. She thought this even though she went to pick up said hat and put it back on her head. The hat didn’t hug her head like a second skin anymore; it sat on her head, loose and flimsy, a warning that it could slip off at any moment.

Well that was going to be annoying during adventures…

“Well that was … weird.” Pomni murmured as she adjusted her hat one last time.

“You’re telling me.” Jax drawled. His eyes were slow and deliberate when they sweeped down her form, a sly smile tugged at his lips. “So, was the hat the only thing that comes off, or-”

Pomni erupted into a strangled, way-too-loud laugh that cutted him off. She rolled her eyes, her head swayed with the movement. “Welp!” she blurted out, clapped her hands together like a final applause. “No time to think about wardrobe malfunctions! We've got guns to find!”

To keep her hat from flying off, Pomni speed-walked away from the main stage, making a beeline for the hallway where their rooms were located. She couldn’t hear Jax but she knew that he was following her. Her suspicions are confirmed when she stopped and Jax bumped into her back, making her lose her balance. Before she could fall on her face, she felt a strong yet fluffy grip on her arm, keeping her steady. The jerk made the tail ends of her hat hit her face, the bells jingled like it was mocking her. Oh, how she hates this hat.

“Woah, there!” Jax said with faux reassurance , his grip tightened just enough to be noticeable before letting go. “You know, you’re awfully clumsy without your hat on straight, huh? What’s the deal?”

“W-What deal?” Pomni stuttered, flinching away from Jax, and pulled her arm close. Realizing she’s looked pretty meek, she quickly puts her arms by her sides and points an accusatory finger at Jax “Y-Y-You’re making this a big deal!”

Jax straightened up, his pupils narrowed as he looked at her like she was stupid, “I mean, isn’t it though?” He pinched the middle of his eyes as he lost his patience with her. “Like-” He tsked, “After Zooble’s ‘wish’” - Jax made air quotes - “your hat can come off and -” Jax looked down at himself before he suddenly grabbed the straps of his overalls and tugged them away from his body.

Away from his body…

A grin stretched so wide across Jax’s face it looked like it might crack. He let out a sharp, explosive “Ha!” that was more like a bark. He released the straps so they snapped back against his chest. He doubled over, wheezing with breathless, pained laughter, each gasp only fueling his laugh. 

Pomni stared at him in disbelief as if he were a madman. Wouldn’t be far from the truth with the way he couldn’t stop laughing. Though Pomni could somewhat understand what he might be going through. Who knew how long he had been in the circus, and now, suddenly, he could take off his second skin.

Not only that, he probably has a di-

Pomni shook her head. 

Let's not dwell on that.

Still wheezing and hunched over, Jax slowly raised his gaze to meet hers. Tears glossed over his eyes as the laughter on his lips sharpened into a predatory grin. He clearly had other plans.

“You know what this means?” he puffed, finally straightening up. He planted his hands on his hips, as his grin became unhinged. “Caine actually went through with it.”

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed the bib of his overalls and yanked it away from his chest, peering down inside with glee. “Well, would you look at that.”

That confirmed her suspicions but she felt a sense of unease with how… happy Jax seemed to be about this new revelation. 

Pomni took a hesitant step back, her own hands instinctively moved to her own suit as if to protect it. “Jax…?” she trailed off, her voice uneasy.

Jax tilted his head in faux concern, ears drooped down. “What’s the matter Pomni? I thought you said you were 25, afraid of the birds and the bees?” He teased.

“N-N-No! Just…” Pomni sighed in frustration, forcing her hands to unclench from the fabric of her suit. She had to set the record straight. She squeezed her eyes shut, drew a deep breath, and then fixed Jax with the most serious look she could muster. “Don’t,” she stated, her voice low and deliberate. “Don't get any ideas.”

Jax's eyes shot wide open in surprise, his pupils sharpened to points, and his mouth thinned out so much that Pomni couldn't even make it out. Then he scoffed and lightly shook his head, “Jeez Pomni, don’t flatter yourself now.” He paused, putting his finger under his chin as he gazed upon her. “Though I admit there are slim pickings here.”

Pomni quickly turned away from him and made her way further down the hall, not wanting him to expound on that thought. “W-Well, that’s your problem!” She threw over her shoulder, but Pomni couldn’t ignore that statement if she’s being honest. 

'Slim pickings'? With the way he had treated people, he had been lucky anyone tolerated him at all. Zooble would choke him out at the question like they had done numerous times before. Kinger- no. Gangle? Well, she definitely wouldn’t want to with Jax, she would probably run away just from the proposition. Ragatha was probably the best in terms of humanoid proportions but she has expressed literal hatred for Jax.

Jax followed Pomni, but kept a good amount of distance between the two of them. “Okay. Okay. But answer me this PomPom.” PomPom?

Before he could ask his question, he paused. “Well lookie here…” He sneered, which made Pomni whirl around, trying to see what had captured his attention. Her eyes widened when she spotted him holding a pistol, looking like he grabbed it from behind an oversized toy block. She probably missed it with all her over-thinking 

He spun the pistol in his hand, like he was a natural before suddenly he aimed ahead, just past Pomni. Finger on the trigger, with no hesitation, he took his shot. Pomni dodged out of reflex, making herself smaller even though she knew that Jax wasn’t aiming at her. 

A sharp ‘ping’ of metal confirmed the shot had hit its mark. Pomni peered back to see two cans still standing on an ottoman. A third lay flung ahead on the floor, a deep dent visible in its side. She put a palm to her chest, feeling her heart pound. Nonetheless, she tried to calm herself down. Her ears rang from the shot, making the environment blur around her.

“-mni…” a distant voice called out.

“POMNI!”

Pomni blinked, the world snapped back into sharp focus. Her attention zeroed in on Jax, who was staring at her, his brow furrowed in intense study.  

“Sorry…” She muttered, her hands fidgeted from anxiety.  “I’m just - not comfortable with guns.”

Jax rolled his eyes, a gesture that made Pomni question if she was being dramatic. But how could she not be? Her entire world had been flipped on its head. In what felt like the longest week of her life, she’d witnessed her first ‘friend’ get zapped out of existence, descended into a literal hellscape, and disarmed a bomb while poised as a president. This surreal circus wasn't just a new reality- it was a waking fucking nightmare, and the despair of that truth settled over her like a heavy weight.

“Listen,” Jax said with a sigh and rubbed his neck like ‘he’s’ the one uncomfortable here. “Imma be real with you for sec. You know none of this was real, right?”

Pomni paused and pondered what he meant with that question. “What do you mean? Like, the circus-”

Without warning, Jax shoved the pistol to Pomni's chest with such force that Pomni took a step back to regain her balance. Before she could even register that gun was now in her hands, Jax continued.

“The game was to literally to shoot each other," he flailed his arms in exaggeration, voice dripped in sarcasm. “So what’s the point of taking this moral high ground?” He pointed to the remaining cans, implying that she should take a shot. 

But Pomni simply stood frozen and stared at the gun in her hands. She swallowed thickly against the bile rising in her throat and pressed her lips into a thin line. Finally, she forced her gaze up to Jax, a cold sweat beading on her forehead, a startlingly new and unpleasant sensation in the circus. A silent confession to Jax that it isn’t just the concept of shooting her friends. It's the gun itself. 

He threw his head back with a groan, rubbed his hands harshly down his face in frustration. “Pomni,” his voice, though annoyed, was calm and leveled. “This!” He threw his arms up as a gesture to the entire circus. “Is. Not. Real.” He paused after each word, drilling each syllable into her with a piercing, unblocking stare. He then dropped to one knee, facing her, putting his hands on her shoulders with a firm grip.

Pomni fought the urge to focus on the warmth of his hands, forcing herself to concentrate on his words instead.

“I know you’re holding onto that part of yourself that still believes you're in the real world. The part with morals and responsibilities. But here?” He gestured vaguely at their surroundings with a flick on his wrist before resting it again on her shoulder, his voice dropping. “We’re just cartoons. And with every passing day, we fall deeper into our archetypes. We become part of the machine.” He stared into her eyes, his usual mockery replaced by a devastating seriousness. For the first time, Pomni knew he wasn’t lying.

“But-” Pomni’s protest died as she looked into Jax’s eyes. His pupils had dilated, swallowing the irises whole until his gaze was nothing but twin pools of the abyss. “We are still people though,” she insisted, her voice small and pathetic.

Jax huffed like he expected that answer. “I mean I thought we were at first.” His gaze tore away from her, drifting down the hallway and leaving Pomni unable to pinpoint exactly where he was looking. He trailed off, seeming to talk more to himself than to her, his thoughts carrying him away.

“But what can you do?” Jax began, finally letting her go to stand.. “You’re stuck here. With them. You start to hate the digital walls, the stupid games…” He gestured dismissively at his own rubberhose limbs. “…this stupid cartoon body. After a while, you realize you’re not even in control of the thing anymore. You’re just… along for the ride.”

That was… uncharacteristically philosophical of him. His monologue wasn’t about the game but a confession of his inner turmoil. With sudden clarity, Pomni understood: Jax’s entire persona was some defense mechanism against the circus. Something to convince himself that he has some sort of control though it was few and far between. 

Pomni suddenly remembered the recent adventures, where Jax's whole persona seemed to blow up in his face. Where he was at the mercy of Gangle during the fast food adventure, seemingly losing his mind. Or even when he was made to put on a dress against his wishes; that was probably the most emotional she had ever seen him.

Now Pomni has started to… pity him. Oh, he wouldn’t like that. She quickly masked the sad look on her face.

She swallowed hard and pushed her own shock aside. “So… if we’re all just along for the ride,” she begins, choosing her words carefully to avoid him brushing her off, “how do we… I don’t know, steer? Even a little?”

Jax blinked back into existence, a dark purple rushing to his cheeks like he just realized what he said. “Huh?” He acted stupid to avoid the question, but Pomni didn’t let it go.

“I-I mean, everybody has their own way of getting through the day. How do you do it?” Pomni continues letting her arms hang at her sides, her anxiety on the gun forgotten at the moment.  

Jax tsked, crossed his arms, but he looked down at her with no malice. “Being part of the machine, but at least I choose who I want to be.”

His admission confirmed her suspicion: he was crumbling. His usual games weren't working, and the façade was failing. Pomni couldn't help but voice her concern.

“And how’s that going for you?” She asked, her voice gentle as she already knew the answer to that as well. 

Though she expected Jax to shut her down immediately, she was surprised to see him actually ponder the question.

He let out a long, slow breath, loosened his crossed arms slightly. "It's... a work in progress," he admitted, the words seeming foreign on his tongue. He looked away, toward the doors with crossed out characters. "Some days the machine grinds a little harder than others."

Pomni blinked in surprise, to think that Jax gave another confession to her of all people. His genuine take of the circus left Pomni relaying her experience to him and found that deep down they are all suffering. As corny as that is… For Jax, he masks it around everybody else, his own way of coping being his downfall as it leaves him to his own devices. No one to take him at his word instead expecting the worst out of him, though Pomni can admit that she has been attempting to actually befriend him. After the night under the stars, where Jax almost showed his true colors to her before deflecting, Pomni already had a sense that Jax will actually confide in her. This leads her to actually listen to what he has to say throughout that day and then forth. Through those times, they did share laughs here and there. But this was different. This silence was honest. And in a circus of forced smiles and screaming colors, his raw, unfiltered honesty was the most real thing she had encountered since arriving at the circus.

A sudden urge runs through Pomni: Reach out. 

Red flags popped up in her mind as she was literally against this notion just moments ago. She didn’t know if it's from the existential dread Jax explained to her or maybe pity. She always found herself comforting the others in the circus, though, talking to them was much easier than this. She couldn’t bring herself to find the right words, ‘to comfort’. Jax didn’t seem like the type to take well to some kind words either way.

With that notion, Pomni reached out and closed her hand around his. Her fingers were small against his larger ones, her grip unable to fully enclose his. Still, she held on, giving him a light squeeze and hoped he could get the picture. 

Like a distant whisper, Kinger's voice rang through her. “In this world, the worst thing you can do is make someone think they are not wanted or loved.”

Huh, maybe that’s why she felt obligated to be by his side. 

Jax stayed silent, staring at their adjoined hands, his expression unreadable. “It’s weird,” He began, “I can actually feel like- warmth from you.” He clenched her hand back, making Pomni wince from the tight grip. 

Before Pomni could even come up with a reasonable response, distant gun shots could be heard from down the hall, followed by a squeal from what sounded like Ragatha. Pomni turned her head to the sound, fear spreading throughout her body. She really hates guns.

A tug on her arm makes her jolt forward before she found herself running in the opposite direction of the gunshots. Jax led the way, before stopping at Pomni’s door, making her bump into Jax in the process.

Her head spun as she tried to get her eyes to focus, she found Jax fiddling with his front pocket on his overalls.  

“Jax, what are you-”

Jax pulled out a striped red and blue key, a grin on his face. Pomni’s face falls, already knowing what that key was for.

“Where did you even-”

Jax ignored her as he fumbled with the lock and key to her door. He turned to the knob, the door swinging open.

“-get that?” Pomni finished, looking into her room. 

“I’ve got keys to everybody’s room, don’cha remember?” Jax answered, still holding her hand as he pulled her into the room with him. He closed the door behind him and, notably, locked it as well. 

“Umm,” Pomni bit her lip as her nerves started to get to her from being in a now enclosed space with Jax. “What about the game?”

“Pomni.” He turned to her slowly, his pupil shrinking to pinpoints. His ears drooped, like the weight of something heavy settled on him.

Pomni felt a pit in her stomach from Jax’s demeanor, but not from pity. Being in this locked room with him as they just discovered their new… features made Pomni more uncomfortable than anything. She stayed silent to let Jax continue and secretly hoped that this wasn’t the case. 

However, Jax tugged on Pomni’s hand. The momentum brought her face to his chest, her cheek pressed against him as she felt her face getting warm. What’s happening? Their joined hands were up in the air, close to Jax’s face. Before she could even comprehend her position, she felt a (warm) hand sneaking on her back and she immediately stiffened from the feeling. This was the closest she has ever been with someone in the circus and the fact that it was with Jax made her stomach ache more. She couldn’t tell from what though. Fear? Disgust? Or…

“Jax…?” She breathed, noting the breath actually moved the fur next to her cheek. Well, that’s new too. 

Instead of an answer, she felt a vibration coming from his chest as he hummed. 

“You feel it too, don’t you? The warmth: definitely beats another round of pretend.” She felt each word from his chest as his voice was low and deep. Her body was still awkwardly stiff as his hand engulfed her waist. Did he always have big hands or was I just freakishly small?

“Jax,” she finally managed to mutter and looked up at him with her chin to his chest. “Can you-” The hand on her waist tightened, and out of reflex, her free hand reached to grab his arm.

A familiar, sharp-toothed grin spread across his face. “Can I what?” he challenged, his voice a low purr. He hunched over, their size difference becoming very apparent as he brought his face close to hers. “Use my words? Be a gentleman?” His grip on her waist shifted, pulling her impossibly closer, making her gasp. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Her gaze was unwavering, his face so close to hers she could make out the texture of his fur. Despite the anxiety that clawed at her, she found the courage to speak, albeit in a hush whisper. “The fun,” she gave their conjoined hands a small squeeze, “was that for a moment, you were actually being real with me.” 

Jax’s eye twitched at her response, but his grip was still firm. 

Pomni took his silence as a signal to continue. “And for that moment, I actually saw you.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at the corniness spurring out of her mouth. But, she went silent when Jax finally let go of her hand only to cup her cheek. 

Silence fell onto them as Jax studied her face, as if memorizing every detail. Pomni felt her face getting red from the intimacy. Before she even registered what's occurring, Jax closed the final inch between them and clashed their lips together. It wasn’t gentle or even romantic, it felt more … defensive. Like he was trying to shut her up more than anything.

But Pomni couldn’t ponder on that with Jax’s lips against hers, why was he so soft? The feeling was.. nice, warm and, again, soft. For second, Pomni found herself melting in his hands, her free hand gripping his overall strap to hang on. It seemed like her body was responding before her brain could catch up. The warmth she felt was washed away as reality finally set in. 

This was Jax.

Her hands flew to his shoulders and shoved him just enough to separate their lips with a gasp. 

“S-Stop,” She breathed, her voice trembling, ignoring the feeling of want bubbling inside of her. 

However, it seems like Jax has expected her to do that as his hand was still on her waist. His other hand slid down from her cheek to where her shoulder and neck connected, his thumb dangerously hovered over her throat. 

Jax’s smirk turned to a wicked curve. His eyes peered down into hers, reading her like a book. “The look in your eyes was telling a different story, Pommy~” he purred.

Pomni's mouth was agape, not finding the words to retort his claim. She couldn’t tell how she looked in Jax’s eyes, though she thinks her face portrayed the feeling she wanted to keep hidden in this whole situation. 

Jax leaned his face close to where her ear would be. His breath tickled her cheek as he said, “It felt good didn’t it?”

Pomni involuntarily shivered from his rumbling voice and internally cursed herself. Had it felt good? Yes. Better than the artificial chill of the circus. Before Zooble’s request, touching someone was like touching them through a layer of static: a fizzy, numb barrier that buzzed when their skin met. 

This though, it felt real. Her back tingled from Jax’s touch, her entire body felt warm and fuzzy like she was confined in a cloud. But-

“Why?” she breathed, the word leaving her mouth without realizing it herself.

His thumb made a tender stroke from her throat to her cheek, back down again, before suddenly  he pulled his face away from her, his mask back on. He gave a sharp scoff and rolled his eyes once again in annoyance.  

“Isn't it obvious? I mean, do you want me to spell it out for you?” Jax said, exasperated, his thumb now pressing on her throat. The motion left Pomni stunned, the tingly feeling embarrassingly spread across her chest. Oh god, did I actually like this? 

Jax took her silence as confirmation of her being short circuited to think clearly. “I see it every time we come back from an adventure.” His voice took a seriously low range as his gaze dropped as if he was tired. “You looked hollow, like the adventure just eats you up and spits you out. Bet you’re already sick of it and it hasn’t even been a month yet.”

Had it even been a week?

It was even more surprising that Jax had noticed these things about her and he wasn’t wrong either. 

“Try being here for so long you can’t even remember arriving.” He gritted out, the words sounded painful coming out of his mouth. His hand, so much larger than her neck, closed around it, giving a strong grip that Pomni knew she couldn’t escape from. “Oh, it’s a real hoot. The same recycled crap on a constant loop. You don’t get a say, don’t get an opinion. You’re just a prop in the world’s most annoying show, just learn your lines and hit your mark.”

Jax’s words hit Pomni like a ton of bricks, each word stacked on top of another. She barely managed a gulp under Jax’s hold which only made his grip tighten. The pressure finally cut off her air, bringing out a choked gasp from her, both of her hands flying to his wrist. 

Ignoring her struggle, Jax continued on, a sadistic smile so sinister the ends of his mouth curl from the digital physics. “And now, there was finally something that can take the edge off. Who knows? Maybe I won’t need to torment the rest of the gang if…” 

Jax pulled her up by the neck, forcing another choked breath out of her. At the same time he yanked her hips flush against his. Though this new position eased the strain on her throat, another pressure on her crotch begged to differ. 

Pomni went completely still. He wasn’t hard, but why was it actually fucking huge?! Her eyes trailed down to where their hips were conjoined, as if she had to see it to believe it. There she noticed the distinctive bulge under his overalls, and yeah it was definitely his - 

Jax let out a low jeer, the movement shaking them both. She winced at the sudden grind, her train of thought crashing.

“I know, right? Had me doing a double take just to make sure that was actually attached to me” Jax’s response brought her attention back to his face. His smile was more subtle, his eyes gazed down at their hips. Before she could yell at him to let her fucking go, Jax grabbed her hip and dragged her on his crotch in another grind. 

She yelped, her stomach doing flips as she felt her pussy actually throb from his antics. While Jax groaned, eyes nearly closing and mouth sliding to the side as if he meant to purse his lips in concentration.

The fog in her head cleared as the compromising position left her exposed, Jax was taking advantage of her in the worst possible way. 

Instinct took over Pomni. Her hand let go of his wrist, reeling back, clenched into a fist before flying to Jax’s jaw. The brutal connection sent shock waves up her arm while Jax’s head whipped back from the force. Then, for one fleeting moment, his grip on her faltered and gave her a sense of relief on her neck; but not before his hands regained the strength to trap her again.

Jax snarled and suddenly let out a spit of black goo out his mouth aiming away from them. Dang, her right hook really did that much damage? 

Obviously not enough as Jax glared back at her, pupils spiraling as they squiggled in anger. A shiver ran down Pomni's spine, realizing the very danger she was in. In a locked room, no one knew where they were, her body was being manhandled by a desperate oversized rabbit. 

She gathered air in her lungs as best she could, belting out a cry. “HEL-”

Jax’s hand on her neck tightened to the point that she knew that if this were the real world, it  would've broken her neck. But no, they are in the goddamn digital circus, which left her gasping and choked on the air she has left. Her arms flailed around to scratch, slap, punch him anywhere she could reach and her legs started to kick him in defense. If only their hips weren’t together and she could get clear shot of his - 

Suddenly the world spun, Jax showing once again that he was the one in control as he slammed her body against her bedroom door. Pomni groaned from the impact on her head, her hat fell off making a pitiful jingle as it hit the ground. Her vision was blurry as she tried to keep conscious, her head spinning. Who knew Jax was that strong..?

“Pomni.” The voice sounded distant but she knew that Jax was speaking. “I know you felt good. Hell, I felt you feel good.” His voice was hushed like he didn't want anyone but her to hear even though they were the only two people in the room.

Pomni couldn’t help but blush at his accusation, he meant he felt her throb on him. Oh shit. 

“D-D-Doesn’t m-mean … I want … this.” Pomni breathed out, taking deep breaths in between.

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t want it,” he said, his voice rough but controlled. “Don’t lie to me- or to yourself.” He leaned in close, his body pressed onto hers. With this he trapped her with his body, left the hand on her hip free and brought it up to her face to cup her cheek. He took his thumb and stroked her lips with such delicacy that it left Pomni confused from the 180 just moments ago.

“Jax…” she whispered, unsure if it was a warning or a plea. Her chest rose and fell from her breathing as she searched his eyes, not sure what she was looking for.

“You’re scaring me,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. “What the hell?” She hissed, finally found the courage to speak up.

“Scaring you?” he muttered, jaw tightening. “Yeah, guess I deserve that.” His eyes darted away but he continued, his voice low and steady. “Didn’t mean for it to come out like this. I just needed you to understand how much I-” He caught himself and exhaled so hard that Pomni felt his breath on her face. “I-” he tsked at himself, “I’m sorry,” He gritted his teeth in disgust, but Pomni still noticed he hasn’t changed their positions.

“How much you what?” She questioned, she squeezed his wrist. “You literally force yourself on me cause what? You have needs, Jax?” She spoke with anger but she still felt the tears welling in her eyes. Fuck.

Jax's eyes widened at her reaction, his thumb froze over her lips as he opened his mouth to respond but no words came out. Slowly, he closed his mouth and they stood in silence for what felt like eternity. Pomni doesn’t even know why she was even bothering waiting for him to get his shit together, she should be fighting like how she was earlier. Maybe it was the way he was going to explain why he wanted to do this with her of all people. But that didn’t stop the pain in her chest as her tears continued to fall.

Jax let his shoulders fall in defeat, his ears dropped down to the top of Pomni’s head. They tickled her scalp but she did her best to ignore the sensation and waited for his next move.

“You’re… not wrong.” He murmured, not meeting her eyes. “Just-” He sighed, but Pomni remained silent, letting him speak. “Here,  we are cartoons, toys. Can’t control nothing and just to feel something, it could only be pain—giving or receiving.” His thumb started to stroke her lips again, making her flinch. “Now, though, pfft.” He scoffed, eyes turned up in subtle excitement, “Given the opportunity, who can resist?” 

Pomni understood his reasoning all too well, it was painfully familiar. But-

“Doesn’t give you the go ahead to grab the nearest person to-” she started.

“I know.” He intercepted. “Just thought a little push would get things going. I mean it did feel good, right?”

Oh god.

He really isn’t letting that go was he? 

“I even told you to not even think about it.” She said matter-of-factly, her eyes were boring into him. 

“Yeah, yeah. But you noticed it too. Even just touching feels different, we actually have body heat for fuck’s sake.” His voice gotten a little louder after each sentence. “Hard to ignore, if we’re honest here. Which you are not being by the way.”

“What?!” She squeaked, bringing her face close to his. 

Jax snickered at her reaction, his tone now playful as he carried on. “Oh, Pomni.” He sang, “We keep having to come back to the fact you were enjoying it, even just a little.” His thumb slipped into her mouth, she squirmed from the feeling of her mouth being invaded. “So yeah, maybe I was…” he pressed down on her tongue and made her circle her lips around his thumb. “Going a little too fast. So why don’t we start slow.” He slurred, his attention drawn on her lips as his thumb started stroking her tongue.

“HMM?!” Pomni tried to protest, but her mouth was too occupied to form words. Just as she considered biting his thumb off, Jax released her throat, lowered his head and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss just below her jaw. 

She bunched her shoulders in reflex, but that didn't detour Jax as he laid multiple soft kisses along her jaw. She felt his fur tickling her neck and god why does it feel so good? Her mind gotten fuzzy once more from the feeling and her shoulder slowly lowered, allowing Jax access to her neck.  

She'd expected more tender kisses, not the sharp bite onto her neck. Surprisingly, it sent a shiver through her before she could even react, making her arch her back into him. She moaned from the pain, muffled by the thumb in her mouth. 

Jax let go of her neck before he gave her small licks over his bite, his tongue felt like warm velvet on her skin. She let out a deep breath from the feeling, her mouth opening around his thumb as she breathed around it. She can’t imagine how embarrassing she must look right now, her mouth open, eyes watery and her body twitching from the anxiety that  coursed through her. Jax pulled back and started down at her, mainly at her neck like he was admiring his work. 

He ran his tongue over his lips as if he was hungry for more. Pomni couldn't help but follow his tongue and blinked out of her trace when he smirked. His brow arched, eyes glinting with mischief. He withdrew his thumb from her mouth, then slowly traced the shape of her lips, wetting it in the process.

“Feeling good, huh?” he sneered.

Before Pomni could respond, Jax took advantage of her agape mouth by shoving his tongue down her throat. Pomni’s senses were overloaded, she couldn’t focus on one thing. His tongue was so long that it almost made her choke, but instead he played with her tongue, swirling around it. The fact she can actually taste him was even more maddening, like the artificial grape flavor you find in candies. The action makes Pomni’s legs quiver, getting weaker before she wrapped them around Jax’s hip to hold on. 

What happened to taking it slow?! Wait, why was I even doing this with him?

Jax trailed his hand down to her chest, leaving a path of tingles in its wake. 

Maybe because its feels-

Jax cupped her breast that she didn’t even know existed till now and used his thumb to circle around her now hard nipple. Her eyes shot open, her body automatically leaned into his touch. Her vision blurred, likely from the lack of air, and she instinctively grabbed the straps of Jax’s overalls, dizzy and lightheaded.

Jax probably noticed her struggle and slowly pulled away, but not without sucking on her tongue on his way out, leaving a trail of saliva between their lips; Jax bit his lip at the sight before him. 

“Damn, Pom. A little kissing and you’re already shaking in your boots?” he teased, his thumb still doing mind-numbing strokes on her breast.

Pomni took a moment to catch her breath before she swallowed. ”K-Kissing?” She breathed. “Felt like you were trying to eat me!” she hissed and shot a weak glare at him which only made him chuckle at her.

“I’m not gonna lie, you do taste good.” he admitted, his tongue running along his mouth like he was savoring the taste. “Like skittles, weirdly enough.”

Pomni felt the heat rising in her cheeks, the comment weirdly flattering her. “Well-”, she paused. “You taste like grapes.” The words fell right out of her mouth.

Jax frowned like he was disappointed in her answer. “How predictable, because I’m purple huh.” he mumbled. His hand moved from her breast to the overly large button on her jumpsuit. “So…” he drew out. “How do you even take this off?”

Pomni couldn’t help but give him a bored stare. “What happened to going slow?”

A slow grin spread across his face, his eyes nearly closing from the intensity of it. “So you are into this?”

Pomni rolled her eyes at his accusation, though she could admit that he wasn’t wrong, she didn’t want to let him off scot-free.

“Yeeahh,” she trailed off, “cause consent is so sexy.” She said it with a hint of sarcasm, catching the way Jax’s hand twitched on her hip at what she was implying.

He finally let out a sigh, his eyes looked at the ceiling in thought before he looked back down at her. His ears drooped in defeat before he muttered. “So, do you consent?”

Pomni's eyes widen at the audacity of this rabbit. “Oh, so now you’re asking?” 

“Okay okay,” he threw his head back in exaggeration. “I was desperate, I admit. Fuck, but come on do you really want end this?”

Does she? At first, no. She didn’t even want to dwell on the fact she actually had a vagina when it first appeared. But then, she realized how much she missed the little things from reality. The ability to take off clothes, feel someone’s touch, even fucking taste. Now, she wanted to see how far this feeling can actually go. She doubted it would replicate the feeling of actual sex, from what little experience she had in reality. She didn’t want to think what Caine thinks sex would be like in the Digital Circus. From Jax’s tongue and dick size, she knew it was not going to be like reality at all. 

But Jax?

The asshole of the circus who seemed to find joy in torturing others?

Could Pomni even try this with someone else? Pomni didn't put labels on herself, at least from what she remembers. Pomni could be with Ragatha, though her rejection from earlier could repeat. Not only that but she has a gut feeling that Ragatha would always put Pomni’s needs in front of her own. Which could only lead to trouble in a sexual relationship and not only that, Pomni just really just wants Ragatha more as friend than anything else. Pomni didn’t want anything to ruin that, honestly.

With Jax, there was no sense of protecting some past relationship, if there was ever one to begin with. 

Gangle and Zooble seemed more into each other, no need to get in-between them. Lastly, after Pomni learned about Queenie, Pomni sees Kinger more as a friend she can rely on, well in the dark that is.

Damn, she's really going to do this huh?

“I’m not easy.” She defended herself, albeit pathetically. God, she felt like she was in college again.

“Yeah,” Jax rubbed his jaw. “Got that from your right hook earlier.” He reached down, only to flick her oversized button. “So was that a yes?” He asked, his eyes zoned in on her.

Pomni bit her lip out of nervousness, but nodded her head slowly. 

Yes, she was going to do this.

Her answer brought a smile to his face, not the usual smirk or teasing grin, but a genuine one she’d never seen before. It seemed like it also released some tension within himself, his shoulders now relaxed as well as his grip on her too.

“Okay,” he said with relief. “Okay. So again,” he started tugging at her button, “how do you take this off?”

“You’re acting like I’ve done that before.” she said with a monotone voice. “Maybe, there was a zipper or something.” She reached behind herself and noticed a line down her back. “I think there was a zipper!”

Jax reached for her neck, while he muttered “If there isn’t, I’m about to rip this jester outfit right off of ya.”

She tried to ignore the fluttering in her stomach from his remark. The image brought a quiver between her legs, and unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by Jax whose hips are still against hers. 

“Oh,” he teased, “maybe next time then.” 

Next time?!

Jax didn’t expound on that further as he found the zipper on her collar and slowly brought it down her back. The faint rasp of the zipper filled the room, and a shiver ran down her spine as the cold air met her skin. The zipper reaches the base of her spine as the top of the jumpsuit naturally falls off her shoulders.

Her breathing became labored as Jax slowly dragged his hand from her back to her collar. He dragged the garment over her arms, letting them free. His gaze focused on her body and it made her self-conscious that she was literally about to be exposed in front of him. Her nerves made her bring her shoulders to shield herself, which insanely back fired as the top of her outfit fell over her chest. 

She quickly covered herself and crossed her arms over her chest. Jax followed, his hand snapping out to seize her wrists. He forced her arms up and back, pinning them to the door above her head.. The top of her jumpsuit flowed down to her hips, her breasts left  fully exposed. Pomni couldn’t comprehend why Caine didn’t bother giving her bra, then again, her breasts were pretty modest-

Jax whistled, pulling Pomni out of her head as he gazed at her. “Come on Pomni. Can’t get shy on me now.” He trialed his other hand to her nipple, snickering as he did. “Huh, hearts. Kinda kinky.”

“Huh?” Pomni questioned, looking down at herself. He wasn’t lying, her areolas are in the shape of hearts, one red, one blue. Oh God.

She barely had time to register the changes in her body before Jax dropped her wrists and hooked his hands beneath her arms, hoisting her up against the door. Her chest now leveled with his face as he leaned up, sucking on her collar, his hands slowly going down to hold her by the hips. Pomni twitched at the wet sensation on her chest, her hands hesitantly reached for his head before she gripped at the fur. She didn’t pull him in closer, just held onto him as her breathing became labored.

Jax seems to be taking his time as he gives wet kisses down to her chest, making Pomni shake from the anticipation. He makes it to her nipple, licking at it softly before taking it into his mouth and giving a hard suck.

Pomni’s breath hitched, hunching over him as she whimpered. She was much more sensitive than she remembered, her nerves buzzed with every touch. She felt his tongue continue its torture, as his hand played with her other breast, molding it in his hands. 

Jax hummed around her, sending shivers up her spine, as he rolled and pinched her nipple with his two fingers. He pulled away, leaving an audible pop, when he gave a final pull. His saliva trailed down her chest, goosebumps rising as the air hit her wet skin.  

“Alright,” Jax muttered, his hands going back to her hips. “Up we go.”

She barely registered the warning before Jax hoisted her up, her surprised yelp echoing in the air. Her arms flailed around till her hands caught the top of the door trim, steadying herself. She looked down, the floor seemed miles away as Jax looked up at her from between her legs, with mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“How’s the view from up there?” he joked, his hot breath tickled her core, leading her to accidentally kick his shoulder in reflex.  How thin was this damn jester outfit? Rather than ragging on her for the kick, he snickered instead.

Pomni let out a shaky breath. “Terrifying.” She gulped. “Put me down! There’s a bed right there for fuck’s sake!” Her voice got a pinch higher from her plea.

“Boring~” he sang off. “I wanna try something, just let me take this-” He grabbed the jester outfit bundled at her hips with one hand as the other held her against the door. He yanked the suit down till gravity did the rest of the work, letting it fall to the ground. “-off.”

Not only did Caine not give her bra, he seemed to also forget to give her panties as well, which left her naked except for her silly jester shoes and gloves. 

“Jax!” she hissed and pressed her knees together to hide herself, bumping Jax on the chin. A little unfair how she was the only one undressed.

“Hey, hey” Jax chimed in, his hands gripping her legs. “We already got so far, don’t wimp out on me now.” 

Though Pomni fought to keep her legs locked together, it was useless. With a single, powerful shift of his body, he overpowered her, sweeping her legs up and over his shoulders. She gasped as her center of gravity vanished, her weight collapsed onto the solid frame of his shoulders and back. His head was now cradled between her legs, his freed hands splaying possessively against her outer thighs. 

His fur tickles her folds, making her wiggle slightly but only to be stopped by Jax’s grip. 

“Jax,” Pomni hissed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Her hands shot up, gripping his ears and yanking them back, forcing his head up with a sharp grunt of pain. “What the hell?!?”

He gritted his teeth but his eyes only gave a playful glint as he looked up at her. “I’m trying to- how do you say? Rock your world.” He quipped, rewarding him another yank of his ears. He hissed, “You know some guys wouldn’t even eat a girl out, consider yourself lucky.” He defends himself, bringing heat to Pomni's cheeks.

College memories rushing back to her like a flash before her eyes. Cause, oh, she knows about those types of men. In all honesty, she expected Jax to be the same way with how self-absorbed he is, leaving her surprised to be proven wrong. “Huh” she said, not even bothering to mask her surprise. “Didn’t expect you to be a giver.”

He rolled his eyes, but didn't seem to be taken aback from the comment. He doesn’t bother answering her, instead he playfully nips her inner thigh, shutting her up. A shaky, anticipatory breath escaped her. Her grip went slack, her hands softening their hold only to wander, almost of their own, going to the base of his ears.

Taking her silence and the softness of her touch as all the permission he needed, Jax never broke eye contact. He brought his gloved hand to his mouth, biting the tip of the finger and pulling, slowly sliding the glove off to let it fall away. Time seems to slow down as she watches him between her legs, her eyes tracking every movement. He brings his fingers to her sex, spreading her and a sharp inhale hissed through his teeth.

His reaction makes Pomni braces for whatever insult that's about to spew from his mouth. If her nipples were an oddity, she can’t imagine what her pussy was like. Her knees attempted to come together, if only there wasn’t a literal head between her thighs.

Jax didn’t acknowledge her attempt to hide herself, instead he peered up at her. His eyes dilated to fully black , no yellow in sight. 

“You’re soaking wet.” He breathed in disbelief.

His reaction brought a throb on her core, as she bit her lip in embarrassment. Her mind went in totally different directions, trying to find a response for his discovery. 

However, Jax didn’t wait on her as he closed his eyes and let his tongue drag slowly over her opening. The hot sensation sent Pomni’s head up, looking up at the foggy ceiling, a gasp escaping her lips. Yeah, this was definitely different from reality, a simple lick already got her shaking on his shoulders. Jax continues to lap at her, its not earth-shattering, more like a lazy leisure but it still makes her twitch each time his tongue makes contact. 

It seems as though Jax just wants to taste her first as he movements slowly becomes more like torture. A whimper escapes Pomni’s lips, finally looking down only to see Jax already peering up at her.

Oh he knows exactly what he’s doing.

A mischievous glint sparked in Jax's eyes as they narrowed into sly crescents. She pursed her lips in annoyance as she tugs at the base of his ear.

“Jax…” She whined, pathetically. 

“Hmm?” he hums against her, feigning ignorance as he has the audacity to innocently blink up at her.   

Her patience crumbled, as her words laced with venom. “You know what!” She bit out.

Jax pulls away from her, his tongue brings a wet string connecting to her pussy, breaking it as he licks his lips. “Come on, at least let me savor this.”

“Savoring isn’t the word I would use.” She snapped, not even acknowledging that he was actually enjoying this.

Jax gave an exaggerated disappointed sigh and a slow roll of his eyes. “Finnnee,” he dragged on. Giving a final lick from her opening to her clit, flicking it with his tongue, before he finally places his mouth on it and sucks. 

A burst of pleasure blooms in her abdomen, her gasp quickly changing to a moan as she grasps the fur on the back of his head. Her body arching to his mouth, her legs crossing on his back, pushing him closer as her body seeks more. A jolt shot through her as Jax moaned on her, the vibrations rattling her to her core.

Wait. Was he actually enjoying this?

Before she could resonate on that question, she felt a soft brush of his fingers against her entrance. Still sucking on her clit, he inserted a finger into her, immediately curling it up. The action brings out a strangled moan from her, her head hitting the wall as she throws it back.

Jax releases her from his mouth with a wet smack as he groans, slowly pumping his finger in and out of her. 

“Ffffff-,” he let out a low rumble, avoiding triggering the curse censor. “You’re so tight.” He sucked in a sharp breath before diving back, giving feverous licks to her bud, adding to her pleasure ten-fold. He cycles between licking and sucking while fingering her, leaving her clenching around him. 

Her legs are trembling on his shoulders, her chest heaving from the gasps leaving her body as she pulls on his fur. A familiar coiling feeling twists in her stomach, feral instinct took over, grinding her hips to his mouth in an indecent display. Jax attempts to hold her down by gripping her ass cheek, her moves becoming too frantic to handle for him.

That doesn’t detour him from attempting to insert a second finger into her. Attempted because he was met with resistance, her pussy already clenching tight around a single digit. He pulls off her clit, taking a moment to investigate what’s the hold up.

He lets out a low chuckle, stopping his movements leading to Pomni letting out a groan as the coiling feeling slowly unwinds.

“J-J-Jax?” She questions, her body twitching as she looks down at him. 

“At this rate, I have to stretch you out, can’t even put another finger in.” He taunts her, making her whine from embarrassment. “It’s hot, don't get me wrong.” He teased her entrance with a second finger, stroking her folds. “But~” he drawls out, “I have other plans. So relax for me would ya.”

He was saying it like she can do it on a whim, if anything she got even more tense. But that didn’t detour Jax from slowly inserting a second, meeting much more resistance, making Pomni hiss. Jax furrows his brows in concentration as he takes his time, his knuckles kissing her entrance.  

“Okay, take a deep breath for me.” Jax ordered, his tone serious. Pomni follows, though barely, as her breath was shaky. With no warning, Jax starts pumping his fingers, his mouth back on her clit, rolling it with his tongue. 

Pomni lets out a choked moan, her eyes squeezing shut as the sensation washes over her. It was… sweet that he was taking his time, giving her time to adjust. It wasn’t overwhelming, her body tingled ever so slightly, her leg twitching every time his tongue flicked her bud.

Her hips do a lazy roll, throwing her head back making contact once again with the wall. Her hand trails down to where his hand was gripping her ass. She grabs his hand, not really knowing why but all she knows was that she wants to hold onto something that isn’t his head.

The action made Jax pause, his fingers stilled, as he peers up at her. They meet each other's gaze, Pomni’s gaze disrupted as her chest obscures her line of sight with each heavy breath. A moment of silence passes through them, making Pomni wonder if she did something wrong. Jax’s eyes stare up at her, the black of his pupils so wide, she can see the reflection of herself in them. His eyes flickered with something unreadable. Or perhaps it was all too readable, and she simply refused to let herself believe it.

Before she can voice her concern, Jax put a third finger with no warning, leading her to jolt and groan through clenched teeth. Jax commenced with his play, not letting her adjust as he vigorously pumped his fingers out of her.

In fact, he seems to dismiss the whole “taking it slow” notion entirely, as he clenched his eyes as if to shut her out. He begins sucking on her bud harder than before, the lewd sounds of his suction and fingers squelching within her makes her ears ring. The suddenness of his action stole her breath. She gasped, doubling over him as her hands flew to his ears, clawing and pulling in a frantic attempt to wrench him away.

“J-J-Jax! Slow dow- oh ggoodd.” Words gargle in her throat as her body betrays her.

The stretch of his fingers no longer painful, but instead comes to a mind numbing pleasure. Oh how she hates that she was liking this, how rough he was treating her. Just moments ago, she was just putting up a fight, refusing his advances. But now here she is, trembling before him. 

Her breath came in ragged, useless gasps that hitched in her chest. A violent tremor wracked her body, making her voice quiver as her rushing climax rises within her. Her body convulses, no longer under her control, her heels digging into Jax’s back as she unintentionally clenched him closer to her. His head got trapped between her legs, but no fight rose as he continued on, if anything he groaned at her actions. He undoubtedly knows she was close, which only urged him on, never slowing down. 

“P-Pl-Please.. Ffffuucckk, please.” She doesn’t know what she was begging for at this point. For him to stop? Or to get her to come for the first time in who knows how long.

Oh, she prays that the rooms are sound proof because the moans escaping her lips are basically screams at this point as her climax reaches its peak. She threw her head back, her mouth forming a ‘o’ in a silent moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her head before she shut them close. Her hips roll against his mouth, relishing in her orgasm before she comes to a slow stop. 

Jax doesn’t stop.

Well he slows down, his fingers merely coming to a steady rhythm. He brings his tongue to stroke her folds, gathering her juices from her orgasm. The act leaves her flushed, but the brush of his tongue has her twitching as the overstimulation starts to take over. 

“O-okay!” She said awkwardly, biting her lip anxiously. He ignored her, of course, prying her legs to stay open for him. “Jax! Ser-Serious-mmm-ly stop.”

She thrashed against him, kicking out and scrambling backward up the wall. Her attempt to get away made her lose whatever balance she had, and her legs slid from his shoulders, for a split second she was free falling. 

Jax quick reflexes kicked in, his hands flying to her underarms. The abrupt emptiness in her pussy had her wincing before her back was slammed against the door. Now face to face with Jax, Pomni feels her eyes going wide as she takes in his face. Her lust has left his fur around his mouth and chin wet, nearly matted. His eyes are blown, pupils only a speck in his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. A smirk slowly spreads across his face as he notices her gaze, making a show of himself as he licks his lips.

He huffed, shaking his head with a chuckle. He gave her a single glance over, taking a look at her state. “God, you're pathetic.” He sneered but a smirk still played on his lips. Pomni’s eyes twitch at his statement from annoyance, but she feels the heat rising in her cheeks. 

"Sooo, I'll throw you a bone," he said, layering on a thick, faux-sincere tone that was completely betrayed by the mischievous glint in his eyes. “I was gonna make you return the favor-”

"WHAT?!" she yelled, the sheer volume making Jax flinch. The wince was brief, a flicker of annoyance he promptly ignored as he pressed on.

“But-” he cut in, already regaining his composure . “You look all tuckered out, sooo-” he sing-songed as he shifted her around like she weighed nothing.

Pomni hated to admit it, but she barely put up a fight. Her head felt hazy, her limbs uncooperative, and Jax took full advantage. He tucked her under his arm, pinning her against his hip, and looping an arm around her middle like she was luggage.

Of course he had her facing backward. Why wouldn’t he?

She kicked weakly in protest, more out of principle than actual resistance.

That earned her a smack on her ass from Jax, making her yelp as the sting radiated on her backside. “Y-You asshole!” She exclaimed through gritted teeth, punching the back of his legs.

“Oh Pomni,” he sung, as he turned away from the door, making his way further into her room with Pomni in tow. “I didn’t take you for one to talk dirty in bed.”

His words went in one ear and out the other as Pomni realized exactly where he was taking her. The back of her knees hitting the edge of her bed giving her confirmation before Jax practically threw her onto the bed. 

She landed on her back with an audible ‘oof’, her vision swimming from the sudden movement. She shakes her head to focus her vision, only to be met with Jax staring down at her. Her legs were dangling off the edge of the bed with Jax in between them, leaving her in a very embarrassing position. 

She felt her anxiety boiling within her, leading her to twist the sheets beneath in her hands. She knows where this was going, she practically agreed to this, yes she knows. But, being in this actual scenario was starting to rattle her to her core. Oh God, she was really about to do this, with Jax of all people. 

Her thoughts flood her brain as everything around seems to move in slow motion. Specifically, watching Jax tucking his fingers under the straps of his overalls, sliding them down his shoulders. Pomni can see his mouth moving but no sound was registering to her. Her mind malfunctioned as she only focused on one thing at a time, her gaze going up and down Jax. 

From his ears twitching every now and then, to his eyes hooded in hunger as he watches Pomni’s awkward antics. Mainly, Pomni tried to hide her exposed body with her hands, an arm over breasts and a hand covering her center. Her gaze shifted down to his mouth, still moving but no words coming out. His mouth stills but his tongue runs over his teeth before he gives a final grin. 

“...ni. Pompom, are you still with me?” Jax shifted, his body hovering over hers until he blocked out the light from above. He planted his hands on the bed on either side of her head, caging her with his arms. He had lazily slid down the straps of his overalls down his arms, the clothing still hanging on his hips.

"H-Huh?" The sound was a dumb, startled bleat, and Pomni immediately cringed at how stupid she sounded. Her gaze fell to his chest, and she was startled to find it… solid. The lanky build was still there, but the latest update had clearly filled him out. A gut feeling plunges within her as the gravity of her predicament hits her.

‘Oh god, I’m really about to do this.’ She thought to herself.

“Jeez, know how to make a guy feel special” 

Oh shit. Did she say that out loud?

He muttered in a joking manner but his expression faltered. His brow furrowed as his smirked crinkled on one end. 

She didn’t bother comforting Jax, cause there was no way in hell she was going to do that after the stunt he pulled earlier. So instead she defended herself.

"Y-Yeah…" Pomni said, her tone steadying as she found her voice. This, she could do, even in the compromising position she was in. “Cause the moment you get the ability to… get it. You jump to the nearest person, talk about feeling special.”

Honestly, she didn’t know what she was even getting at, just spewing out of her mouth.

What she didn’t expect was for Jax to flinch, his eyes widened in shock as he moved slightly back to give each other more space. He looks… offended?

He gave a sharp shake of his head, as if to get his thoughts together. "Y-You…Pom-" He cut himself off with a frustrated tsk, his eyes widening as they darted over her. His breath hitched, like he realized something. "Do you think-" he started again, but the words died as his gaze scanned her body, his breathing becoming labored. 

Pomni gazes upon him in concern, her eyes looking onto his and her lips part, not finding the right words. But she tries anyway, “Jax, are you-”

She felt the warm puff of his scoff against her skin, a sensation that made her pause. With a final shake of his head, Jax squeezed his eyes shut. When he lifted his head again, his breathing was eerily steady. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as his eyelids slid open to reveal pupils blown wide; twin pools of black abyss. Human emotion drained from his face, a cold mask taking its place.

“Pomni…” He sang, his tone sounding innocent, his true intentions showing with the sneer twisting his lips. “I’m doing this because I want to. If not you, then someone else.” As he spoke, he grabbed her wrists, his grip tight enough to make her flinch. 

Pomni couldn't form a single word. All her attention focused on Jax as he forcibly wrenched her hands away from her body and pinned them on either side of her head, leaving her chest and stomach utterly exposed. She hates how her body was naturally weak, her fight not even budging him. Jax takes a moment to lean in dangerously close to her, lips brushing hers leaving Pomni to whimper from the proximity. 

“What’s the matter?” he purred but his voice trails to one of accusation. “Scared you actually enjoying this?” The grip on her wrists turned painful, making her wince. He gives a half-hearted laugh, “I mean you came on my face, I’d say you’re enjoying this more than me.”

Pomni couldn’t help but send him a glare, his bluntness making her nauseous. However, that only led to Jax giving her another scoff, a smirk spreading across his face. She knows he isn't taking her seriously. How can he? She was naked beneath him, her wrists trapped, and with every shared touch, the little voice in her head screams louder. One she tries to ignore throughout this whole encounter.

Jax’s first statement ‘if not you, than someone else’,was clearly a lie. It took everything within Pomni to not roll her eyes from that statement. Because no one else would do this with him. For that one second Jax’s mask fell, Pomni knew that he was aware of that too. Hell, he would have already let her go if he really thought that was true.

With Jax’s taunts, he was not exactly wrong, Pomni hates to admit. She was enjoying this, but then the daunting implications of them going further made her stop in her tracks. 

What would become of them after this?

Surely, a romantic relationship was off the table. With the way Jax puts up his wall, Pomni doesn’t expect for them to get all mushy after this. But then a further question haunts her. 

Does she want to end this?

All she felt through this circus was pain, whether that was physical or psychological. Now she reaches an euphoria, that (as much as she hates to admit) she doesn’t want to lose.  

Could she just do this with someone else? 

Hurts to say that Jax was probably the best choice for a ‘no-strings-attached’ type of relationship. Pomni isn’t one for romance especially with how overbearing Ragatha was at times. Kinger? No. He was more like a father figure than anything. Gangle and Zooble seem to be into each other already, no need for Pomni to butt in. 

Pomni pauses her inner monologue , her thoughts clear. She clenches her fists, building the courage to speak. She pursed her lips, her glare softened into a stare.

“Jax,” she starts, trying to keep her voice steady. “Keep going.”

Jax gave a surprise jolt, clearly not expecting her to simply accept. He blinked, his mouth falling slack. The grip on her wrists falters before he lets go entirely, resting his hands against the bed. “You're serious?”

Pomni finally allowed herself an eye roll. Of course. He could dish out the tough-guy act all day, but the second the script flipped, he was a gasping fish. 

Pomni tries her best to show any emotions on her face, keeping a blank stare. “Oh, cause you're not into this anymore?”

“No, no… Didn’t say that.” He muttered, clearly annoyed that their roles flipped. “So,” his eyes trailed down her body once more, hunger flooded his gaze, his breathing slowing as he took deeper breaths. “Can I...?” He trailed off, gaze snapping back at hers waiting for a final confirmation.

Pomni offered no words. She swallowed hard, then gave a single, firm nod. In the instant she did, a wicked spark of triumph lit Jax’s eyes; a flash she barely registered before he closed the distance, his mouth capturing hers in a searing, claiming kiss. 

A burst of grapes fills her senses, as Jax doesn’t waste any time sliding his tongue in her mouth. She nearly forgot how unnaturally long his tongue was as he traces the inside of her mouth, making sure that he was not choking her like how he was before. Huh? So he does listens. Pomni tries her best to mimic his movements, but it's clear that Jax was taking the dominant role. 

She feels his hand combing through her hair, before grasping the hair on the back of her head. She moans at the grip, her body moving on its own as her hands gravitated towards her chest. She feels his fur between her fingers, its soft of course, but she feels his chest vibrate as he groans into her mouth. A sharp pain rang through as Jax bit her lip, her eyes shot open as Jax pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips. 

"Hey!" Pomni's protest died as his grip in her hair tightened and pulled, forcing her head back and baring her throat to him. Jax took his chance to suck at her throat, his head buried between where her neck and shoulder meet. 

Pomni’s vision grew foggy with every lick and nibble she felt on her neck, whimpers escaping her before she could do anything to stop it. The sensation on her neck distracts her from another hand cupping her pussy. Only when she feels his fingers dipping inside her again does she realize what he was doing. She leaned her hips towards his touch, not caring about appearing desperate anymore.

Her movement made a growl raise from his throat, releasing her neck with a final suck. He pulls away, standing straight as he peers down at his handy work. He pressed his mouth into a hard line, annoyance painted on his face.

“Damn, wanted to leave you hickey.” He said in disappointment, but that didn’t detour him from slowly pumping his finger into her. Pomni didn’t dwell on his words, her breath quickening from the sensation below, her hips rolling against his fingers. 

Jax bit his lip at the sight below and, with no warning, took his fingers back. Pomni dropped her hips as she groaned from the loss, which only made Jax give a chuckle from her neediness. He raised his hand, splaying his fingers wide. Web like strings stretch between his fingers, a raunchy display that left Pomni flustered, looking anywhere but at Jax.

“Don’t worry, doll.” Him and his fucking pet names. “We’re just getting started.” He reaches for his overalls on his hip, finally pushing them down. He hissed while Pomni eyes widened when his erection bounced free from its confines. Though she found a little ridiculous when it bounced against his stomach, talk about exaggerating but then again this was all digital at the end of the day. 

She hated how Jax, with a huge ego now has a huge dick. Life isn’t fair truly. 

He was already gloating, a triumphant smile plastered across his face as he grabbed his new appendage. 

“Huh, it’s purple.” Pomni couldn’t help but voice her thoughts, and immediately Jax’s face fell.

“Wow.” He dragged on, “You really know how to kill the mood, huh.” 

Pomni couldn’t help but giggle. “Well-” she giggles again, “it was though.”

It was surprisingly human looking as well. Honestly, Pomni didn’t know what to expect, maybe something more… rabbit accurate? She’s relieved that wasn’t the case though, she was usually the accepting type but that would’ve crossed the line. 

“No shit.” Out of pure frustration, his ears pinned back before he scrubbed a hand over his head, roughly smoothing them back into place.

Pomni was brought out of her giggling trace when Jax pulls her by the waist, dragging  her down the bed. Her core pressed against his, and the heat from his erection making her gasp. 

A wolfish grin spreads across his face, knowing he was back in control. His hands trails along her hips to her thighs leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. His hands rest on the back of her thighs, lifting, spreading and bending her legs to make the perfect fit for him. She feels his cock rub against her folds, making her tense up.

Jax’s breath hitch, his grin flattering before its back in full force. He frees one hand, grabbing the base of his erection and begins to stroke her cunt with it.

Pomni gasps before moaning at the touch, her eyes steadily close from the feeling and she feels like she’s on cloud nine. Pleasure not yet overwhelming, but still delivering waves of ecstasy for her. 

“Ha, it’s cute how you’re twitching on me.” Jax’s voice bought her back from dreamland. She slowly opens her eyes, her vision foggy for a sec before focusing on Jax. 

Backlit from the harsh lighting from above, his shadow fell over her like a cage. Within it, his yellow eyes glowed with a hooded, predatory hunger. His lips parted on a heavy breath, as if he could already taste the air around her.

“But-” Jax circled the tip of his dick around her opening, his grin becoming more animalistic. “I think I teased ya long enough.” 

Pomni's breath gets caught in her throat when she feels pressure easing into her. Though Jax said he was done ‘teasing’ her, he took his time, slowly easing into her as he held her by the waist. His tortuous pace made the stretch more intense, the burn making her wince and clenching the sheets. 

Her sides tickled and she realizes its Jax stroking her side with one hand, still holding her down with the other. His face screwed from pleasure but also concern?

Was he afraid of hurting me?

The question doesn’t last long in Pomni’s mind, as Jax finally bottoms out. The full feeling knocks the air out her lungs leaving her gasping, her hands flying to Jax’s to ground herself. 

“Shhhii-” Jax hisses, clenching his teeth to stop himself from triggering the censor. Jax lets out a laugh that was more air than sound, his grin twitching, and losing his composure. 

He doesn’t let Pomni adjust before pulling his hips back. Pomni feels the burn of the stretch hit a breaking point, making her wrap her legs around his hips to stop him.

“W-Wait! God- just give meee a sec here.” She whimpers, bringing herself up by her elbows. Overwhelmed with the pressure inside of her, she attempts to get her bearings. Her movements halted as her gaze fell where they are joined.

Her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets again from utter shock. 

The Digital Circus defies physics on the daily, their cartoon bodies are no exception. 

But the bulge indenting on her stomach made her nearly lose her mind. How was she not literally ripping? 

“Ah-ah-” Jax thankfully interrupted her chaotic thoughts. He blinks multiple times as if he was trying to keep his mind at ease. “Sorry, I-” He grunts, and Pomni notices his arms shaking. “Got carried away there.”

“What else was new?” Pomni bit out, but her question only made Jax snicker.

“H-Hey, I said I was sorry.” His voice was getting shaky as well. “So - ah - can I …?”

Defeated, Pomni let herself fall backward onto the bed. The mattress absorbed her weight with a soft thump, her hair fanning out across the sheets.

She let out a sigh, giving Jax’s hands a squeeze before meeting his gaze. He looks like he was having an internal fight within him, obviously having trouble holding himself back. 

“Almost I-” She let out a shaky breath. She gently moves her hips to test the waters, the movement making them moan in unison. 

“Pom! Hell, give a guy a warning at least.” Jax argued.

Pomni ignores him, focusing on her body. Her action didn’t give the burning sensation like earlier, it was manageable. Borderline pleasurable really, the stretch numbing around him. For her mind’s sake, she was going to ignore the bulge, not even looking back at it. She unbuckles her legs off his hips, letting them hang off the edge of the bed.

“Okay…okay.” Pomni speaks more to herself than to him. “I think I’m g-good.”

Jax immediately grabs for her legs, hiking them up in the air.

Panic hits Pomni making her nearly yell as she spoke. “JUST-” she caught herself, lowering her voice, “keep it slow… please?”

The last word that left her mouth triggered something in Jax, his ear twitching and his smile turning catlike.

“You know,” he starts, his confidence coming back. “I’m starting to like the begging.” He steadily drew his hips back, hissing at the motion.

But all that Pomni could focus on was the pull of his dick. The burn was no longer there, but instead an ache that was calling to be filled. She whines embarrassingly but couldn’t even care as it becomes too much to bear. 

Jax, for once, obeys her wishes. Taking his time as he filling her, sinking into her inch by inch.

Pomni arches her back, feeling him go deeper. Pleasure running through her like ecstasy in her veins. For once, it didn’t feel like she’s trapped in an ever-living nightmare. She felt alive? No, she felt human.

Oh shit.

She could get addicted to this. Very easily. 

Jax doesn’t seem that far off either, hands trembling against her thighs. “Pom, I- do-don’t think I can hold up.” He thrusts into her again, but it becomes painstakingly slow for Pomni. The deep ache in her core was not being satisfied at this rate.

She went back to clench the sheets beneath bracing herself for what she was about to unleash. 

“Jax,” she begins, her voice getting airy. “Please hurry-” 

She couldn’t finish her sentence. Jax lets go of her legs, going for her waist instead. Gaining leverage, he thrusts into her in an unforgiving tempo.

She gasped at the sudden pace, her body jolted up and down on the bed from his thrusts. She choked on her moans, meanwhile Jax grunted with every thrust. Becoming more animal-like, he growls low like a predator feasting on its prey. 

Suddenly, a laugh rumbled through him, starting her, but Jax kept his pace.

“You know - ugh - don’t think I-I can let this go.” He huffed out, “Fuck, you feel so good.” 

She moans at his words, her mind having trouble conjuring up a response. But shit, she understands where he was coming from. How can she just let this be a one off? It was getting addicting, she never felt like this before. Probably not even in the real world too, but she can’t daunt on that now.

A wet sensation on her chest made her jolt, Jax giving attention to her breasts. He nipped at her, his sharp teeth made her puff her chest at him. He groaned against her, the vibrations running through her.

“P-please.” Like deja-vu, she didn’t know what she was begging for. She let go of the sheets, instead going for the back of Jax’s head, instinctively pulling him close. Her hips moved on their own, like she was seeking her own pleasure. “Jax- oh god- Jax!”

He pulled away from her with his saliva running down his chin. He had a crazed look in his eye as he took in the sight before him. His hips stop, making Pomni whimper from the loss but that doesn’t stop her hips from seeking more. 

Slowly, like he savored this moment, he runs his hands up her body, tracing every curve. His hands reached hers and they intertwined. The fog in Pomni’s mind dissipates as she tries to grasp at his actions. 

“What are you doing?” Her voice was so quiet, it's basically a whisper.

“Does it feel good?” He asked, a new, chilling edge sharpening his words.

“Huh?” She responds, albeit stupidly. 

He doesn’t thrust, instead he gyrates his hips, stirring her from the inside. She moans at the action, her eyes fluttering close but the sudden dip in the bed made her eyes pop open.

Jax hovered directly over her, his face filling her vision, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his ragged breath. He brought their joined hands up to either side of Pomni’s head. They meet each other’s gaze, with Jax having a clearer head of the two.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Baby? “I won’t give it to you until you tell me.” His words hit her on the lips with every breath. But his words rattled her, what happened to the needy rabbit from before.

“Jax, wha-” He grounds his hips against her, interrupting her. 

He came to a complete stop, instead trailing his lips along her jaw. “Come one, Pom. You know you want this just as much as I do.”

Ah, so that’s what this was about.

Pomni didn’t dwell at the notion that Jax was simply just trying to put himself on top again. The ache was coming back in full force, making her go insane. She twitches against him, even clenching her pussy around him, hoping that can make him carry on and give up on this nonsense.

Jax hisses at her actions, but that doesn’t deter him. Instead, he bites on her neck not hard enough to break skin but enough to make Ponmi gasp, biting her lip to contain her scream.

“Pomni~” he sings against her neck. “Do I make you feel good?” He gave her one good hard thrust, the air escaping her lungs. Her fingers clenched Jax’s hand, her mind going blank again. But the pressure within her was building, not subsiding, getting more intense every second. 

God, she was going to regret this but fuck.

“Jax-” she wheezes. He hums against her neck before pulling back to look her in the eyes. Pomni took a moment to gaze upon him, his eyes dilated, his lips ajar as he breathed. He looks … memorizing in a way. But the ache within was her calling her out. She shallowed, thinning her lips before licking them, noting how Jax watched her tongue move about.

“It-” God dammit, “It feels… good.”

“Yeah?”

She hums.

“What feels good?”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

He snorts. “I’m just messing with you. But-”

He delivers another hard thrust that forces her a moan outta her, his hips smacking her ass. “Keep talking.” He stops again, making Pomni let out a frustrated groan.

Her legs are twitching but that doesn’t stop her from clenching them behind his back. “Fuck, you feel good!”

Jax starts at a steady pace, not like the one from before, leaving Pomni to shake her head from this madness. “Oh Pomni, you can do better than that.” He quips, like he knows this isn’t enough for her.

She starts shaking, the pressure never being released just building and building within.

“Jax, p-please. I wan…na feel good please-” Once again, he interrupted her, this time with his lips crashing into hers.

With that he hurried his thrusts, making her practically scream against his mouth. He swallows her cries as he slams against her. 

“I knew it.” He breathes on lips before diving back in, his tongue sliding against hers. 

She tries her best to keep up with him, attempting to stroke his tongue with hers. But his thrusts seem to go deeper, so much more satisfying. Like he was reaching just the right spot over and over.  

At some point, she breaks their kiss to throw her head back, feeling her eyes roll to the back of head. The pressure finally began to rapture. 

Jax’s rhythm become more erratic, his moans escaping his mouth. Pomni has to admit he sounds captivating like this, only leading her clamp down on him as her climax finally took over. 

She audibly gasps from breath as her body withers, attempting to break her hands free from Jax’s hold. Her back arches, as waves of her climax washes over her. Her cunt squeezes on him over and over, finally bringing Jax to come inside her. He groans against her neck, hips giving short thrusts before completely stopping, his cock rests deep inside her.

He shivers as his cock pulses inside of her. Slowly, the dizzying high of ecstasy began to recede. Pomni’s breathing evened out, her frantic movements calming until she lay quiet and spent.

For a moment they laid like that, into each other's arms. It was peaceful.

The calm before the storm.

The fragile silence between them shattered, a thunderous knocking shook on Pomni’s door. 

Zooble’s voice rang just outside.

“What the hell are yall doing in there?”

A sigh before-

“Gangle, ready the tommy gun.”