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He’d woken up in his bed alone. Getting greeted by nothing but the coldness in his room, a dull ache filled his body. His room was silent, painfully so. Selfishly he had expected her to still be there with him.
Shifting to sit upright, he couldn’t help but notice the blood on his sheets.
It had seeped across the sheets like a dark messy stain, pooling around on his pillow.
Ah.
It looked like she had snapped her fingers before leaving and cleaned up all the rest of the mess but his open wounds simply had kept on bleeding, saturating the bed with evidence of crimson.
The sight had made his stomach turn a little.
Jack fully forced himself upright as he sat on the edge of his bed trembling, letting the ache of his back and neck wash over him.
He’d kill for some medication, not that she would allow him to have that in the first place. It probably wouldn’t work anyway. Jack winced as he reached behind him, fingers trembling as he tried to patch up the wounds and stop most of the bleeding. Reaching his back had proven to be difficult even with his long arms so he’d given up.
Leaving most of those scars uncovered and open as he put on whatever outfit he could find. it doing little to hide most of the scars.
It was Nullble who found him that morning.
They had simply glanced at him and he swore he could see some kind of grimace, but they tried not to show it. Their eyes told Jack they knew what happened, some form of unspoken acknowledgement hanging in the air. There was only one person capable of making gashes that deep anyway.
They simply observed. They didn’t press on it, nor did they question him.
Without a word, Nullble extended a subtle gesture, inviting him to follow. They walked to their room in silence, sitting him down on their bed as Nullble looked for some sort of medkit. Not that they had those, but some leftover bandages and some sort of antiseptic spray being better then nothing.
Saying the whole ordeal had been awkward was a gross understatement. Jack didn’t want to talk about it. The silence that filled the air was thick and uncomfortable, but neither of them addressed the elephant in the room.
All he craved was to see her again. He needed to.
Was he selfishly upset that she simply got up and left him with nothing? Yeah, but it had never been his place to question her. She was above them after all. Foolishly expecting this power dynamic to shift was simply greedy.
He suddenly snapped back to reality when Nullble had yanked a bandage a little too hard, getting a scruffed groan out of Jack.
“She did a real number on you, didn’t she.” It was more of a statement than anything else. The words hung in the air heavily.
Jack could only groan in reply, averting his eyes to the floor almost out of shame. He really didn’t want to talk about it. Making love, no, sleeping with the enemy surely was one way to go about things.
Nullble hesitated, stopping a few times, unsure whether to press further or drop it.
Admittingly, not a lot happened in the circus, so it would spread by word of mouth anyway.
“Just spit it out.” Jack mumbled, swaying back and forth a bit uncomfortably to stretch his legs, making sure to have them ready to walk out if this got too uncomfortable.
“Did she force her-”
“No.” He cut them off, immediately put off by the implication they were making. It wasn’t like that.
It wasn’t.
After a painful few beats of silence they sighed and finished up their bandaging session, not pressing any further. The silence was loud, knowing he’d have to avoid Nullble in the next few weeks in hopes that they would forget. They wouldn’t but it was worth the shot.
Without a word, Jack got up and left without saying anything. Footsteps loud on the floor as he made his way to the door.
“Jack.” Nullble said, causing him to stop for a second. Jack paused, turning his head slightly towards them with a guarded expression. He knew what was coming.
He dreaded these conversations.
“She’s… no longer in there. You know that, right?” A simple statement.
He mumbled something back, something that sounded like a “sure” before he continued walking away without any clear destination in mind. Wherever would get him the furthest away from that room would be preferred.
This had either started at the beginning or the end of the week. He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that even when he searched, he couldn’t find her and so he didn’t see her again for days after. She seemingly vanished, suddenly being occupied with everybody else but him.
He must have fucked up.
She was clearly avoiding him.
Annie had invited him for some food later in the week. She had found some leftover ingredients that she wanted to cook, and the idea of having some company instead of being isolated in his room for once sounded tempting to him.
Anything to get his mind off of her.
Passing a big overhang in what he assumed was the right direction, he stopped for a second, hearing some distant noises in the background.
He debated momentarily, and then he walked himself over to listen in, hands dragging on the floor since he couldn’t be bothered to fix his posture.
The faint commotion became louder the closer he got, until he was finally able to hear who it was. Jangle and… Jester. By the sounds of it Jangle was not having a good time.
He came to a stop, debating on walking back. He really shouldn’t intertrude on their issue. If he has to guess, Jangle found more stupid sauce most likely. That stuff always got to their head too fast and they always end up going around and destroying stuff. Mostly her stuff.
But… he wanted to see her.
Really, really badly.
He needed to know if he fucked everything up between them. If she didn’t like him anymore.
If he knew it all had meant nothing, then at least he could try to make his peace with the situation and attempt to move on.
As he rounded the corner, his eyes caught a disturbing sight. It looked like Jangle was tied up to a massive beam. Her ribbons painfully twisted and shaped around it. Despite the visual horror of it all, she was still adamantly yelling back, holding no fear in the things she was saying.
It must have been the sauce that kept her all high and mighty. It makes you do stupid things.
Moving his gaze downward, he finally saw her. Jester was simply pacing in front of her, like she was debating on her next course of action in the whole debacle. Her movements looked a bit restless, way beyond her normal reserved and scary demeanor that she typically held.
Tapping a few times at her lips, it looked like she was about to say something, before snapping her head towards Jack.
“Jack! You showed up a biiit too late~” Jester exclaimed playfully, her voice ringing with mock innocence. Turning her full body slowly, she sauntered towards him, her movements deliberate. “I just finished up. You missed the fun part where I tested out how far Jangle can stretch…”
Jester giggled softly. It sent a chill down his spine. He wasn’t sure if it was dread or excitement.
It was impossible to make out if she was putting on an act. She seemingly had reverted back to her old self.
He had nothing to say in return, just silently looking on as she made her way over to him. His gaze held steady on her, he couldn’t help it. He could feel the tension roll off of his shoulders just by seeing her again.
“You see,” She continued, voice playful. “You really shouldn’t be messing with that sauce.”
Another chilling giggle escaped her lips.
Her walking had half switched over into this more airy type of step. She wasn’t fully floating, but also not fully walking. Hovering.
“It makes you do… stupid things.” She smirked, not taking her eyes off of Jack. “And as you can see, Jangle got… really tied up.”
As soon as she was within arms reach she reached out, roughly brushing his chest as if to check him out. The sudden contact made him jump a little but not enough for him to take a step back. He held his ground and continued gazing at her, feeling unable to take his eyes off her.
“I’ve been busy.” A simple remark. As if she was answering the questions in his mind.
Addressing why she had been neglecting him.
“Hm.” She leaned her head slightly, almost curiously.
“You heal really fast.” Jester commented as she continued to touch him, almost as if she was mapping out which ones stayed and which ones healed.
Taking a good look at her since she had ended up in front of him, her brows slightly furrowed like she wasn’t all too happy his scars had started healing. Maybe she had liked them being a bit more out in the open, a more public claim on him. She must have known the rest started talking, he wondered if she took pride in it.
Probably not, she had been avoiding him, very obviously so.
Jack… had missed her. More than he wanted to admit.
There was so much he wanted to say. He had so many questions, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to ask her. The words stuck in his throat, leaving him standing there silently.
He thought about reaching out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to see how’d she react to it.
Would she yell at him? Fold him up like a little origami piece before chewing him up or would she… selfishly melt in his arms? He longed to know, it was all he could think about these past few days. He wanted to know where he messed up, know what he could have done bette-
A sudden deep scratch into one of his healing wounds closer to his neck snapped him out of his thoughts. The unexpected pain sent a cold shiver up his spine, anchoring him back to the present moment and out of his head.
“Did you listen to what I said?” Her voice cut through the air.
…Right.
“I was just-” He began, but the words died down in his throat when he saw Jester lick her finger that was now covered in his blood. It made him freeze up.
“It’s fine. Like I said, I got busy.” She repeated, giving him a sly smirk back. “Just… wait for me, okay? I'm working on something real fun for you, trust me. I just need some extra time.”
She leaned back and giggled.
“Okay-” Was all he managed to reply, before she leaned up and gave him a quick peck at the corner of his mouth.
Ah.
She still liked him. The small reassurance washed over him like a wave. He almost felt this invisible weight and baggage he had put onto himself fall off.
She had pushed him back slightly but in a more playful manner before turning away to continue where she left off, as to leave him sitting on his thoughts.
Understanding the social queue of her continuing with whatever crazy stuff she was pulling Jangle through, he had walked off.
Jack was no longer haunted by overthinking the situation. She was just busy and he was stupid. He shouldn’t have just assumed that she’d always have the time for him.
He was being selfish.
Jack wasn’t sure how long he had to wait for her, ever since their short encounter he had simply waited. A couple of days later he had returned to the arch where he found her and Jangle, but she had long left and Jangle had long untangled herself.
It was stupid of him to expect her to be there, the circus is big, she simply cannot be everywhere at once.
A few days later he was sitting in the common area, Annie talking to Nullble about something that wasn’t interesting enough to chime in with. He was pathetic, their little rendezvous still haunting him as he felt like he was a dirty freak for thinking about her so much like that. Her little kiss had sparked hope back into him. All he needed to do was wait for her to find time for him again.
Crowner had been nowhere to be found, his habit of roaming has often strayed him far away from everybody else. It had been months(?) since they had last seen him, so for all they knew she might have actually committed to it and finally ended his life. Annie had been around, but she avoided the common areas. It was understandable. Waiting around like a sitting duck in easy to find places… well, it made you a target.
He had been trying unsuccessfully to sleep on the worn out couch. The purple one he usually slept on was now a dark gaudy grey, it needed to be replaced but it also wasn’t worth the effort.
The cozy illusion they had built up was quickly broken when Jester appeared, hovering above them.
She was so skilled at terrifying everybody that she far long surpassed the need to announce herself, you instantly felt like the weakest thing in the room and that’s how you knew she was around. Nobody dared to make a sound, let alone move.
With a graceful, almost predatory movement, Jester landed softly on the table in the middle, knocking down whatever cups and mess had collected itself there. Tapping her fingers on her face thoughtfully, her expression seemingly looked deep in thought. After a moment of deliberate silence, she clapped her hands.
“I planned some… adventures for today. To keep you entertained.” She ominously remarked in a cheery voice, clapping her hands again like the idea had just hit her.
Not good.
Jester’s adventures were… not fun.
She probably wasn’t even trying to make it fun for them, only herself. Did she even get any enjoyment out of it anymore? it was hard to tell.
Jack's last adventure had been extremely cruel. She had trapped him in a corn field, an endless one. Getting put close to something you have a phobia of is not the most pleasant thing in the world.
“Annie.” Aiming a single finger at her, she stood still for a few seconds, holding her breath.
“Hmmm…. I have built an infinite floor filled with landmines.” She continued, her voice smooth and almost playful. “How about you try that one out for me?”
Before she could protest or react Jester simply snapped her fingers, sending her off.
Fuck.
Shifting her body slightly to Nullble, she tapped her fingers again before hitting them with a bored face, seemingly already giving up on whatever plan she’d been contemplating mere seconds ago.
“Hm, I honestly don’t think I care anymore.” Jester smirked, shifting her weight from one hip to another.
“I’ll make this more fun for the both of you. I'll send you both on the same one. Go find her.” She said in her ominously flat voice, sending them off too with a click before much protest could be done.
Jester’s lack of enthusiasm was weird. It felt out of character even if it was only for a split second. She always put much thought into how she was perceived, so sending them on a half baked adventure was strange.
Now fully turning her body to face Jack, he had seemingly moved up the couch a bit, unable to hide his fear. It had shoved whatever he was thinking about out of his head and quickly replaced it with fear.
“Jackkk~”
Taking a few steps forward, she lowered herself on the couch, slotting herself between his now spread legs.
He swallowed hard, stomach churning at the fear she was able to inflict on him.
“I finished it.” She announced casually. “It took a while, but I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“Y-You, uh...” Jack stammed, trying to find the words.
She cut him off with a smirk, a small gleam of mischief on her face.
“The adventure, silly! The one I made for you.” She said pouting at him, a light blush beginning to spread on her face.
…Oh?
“I really enjoyed the time we had spent together, Jack.” She admitted, her tone becoming extremely… soft. ”I find it hard to focus on my tasks because of you. It’s very mean of you, you know…”
He couldn’t tell if she was mocking him or being sincere. He never really could. He hadn’t expected her to be so upfront about her feelings.
“The flowers made me think of our past adventures, you know the old ones.” A sly smirk hit her face, like she was trying to read his expression carefully. “Do you remember the one we didn’t get to finish?”
Honestly, that didn’t boil it down at all. Caine rarely let them fully enjoy the adventures they used to have, always seemingly working on some sort of digital schedule to keep them occupied.
“I’m… not sur-” Jester put her fingers on his lips to hush him before she leaned in a bit closer to his face, making him fully stop. She inched towards him, eyes shimmering with a mix of playfulness and something more intense.
Something more dangerous.
“The safari one, silly. You barely got to hunt anything!”
The one that had been his suggestion, a long time ago.
His mind wandered for a moment, confused about where this was going.
“Do you want me to hunt… them?” The idea crossed his mind, maybe that’s why she had sent them to an infinite level with explosives, she probably wanted to watch.
A slight flicker of annoyance crossed her face, she didn’t like the fact that he was thinking about the others.
“No, me.” A simple statement, one that held more questions than answers to it.
He swallowed hard as he sat in silence, his gaze drifting away, breaking eye contact before speaking. “I couldn’t… hunt you.”
“Hm?” She leaned her head slightly to the right. “You’re a horrible liar Jack, I've seen you take control.”
His name on her mouth sent a shiver down his spine.
Putting her clawed hands on his chest, she leaned in slightly, not close enough for his liking, but enough to assert dominance through the display. Hovering over him, the shadows casted on her face truly made her eerie, but no less endearing to him. She was so utterly captivating to him that it scared him.
Without warning, she leaned in further to playfully nip at his bottom lip, a teasing smirk curling up on her face.
“Make me feel like an equal again, Jack.”
There it was, the root of all their problems.
The issue he couldn’t fix.
She was admitting to him that she enjoyed him taking control of situations. Taking control of her.
“I missed you.” She keened. He didn’t care if she was putting on an act, he wanted to hear it again.
Reaching his own hands over, he greedily brushed them up her hips as he felt and explored her all over. In his movements he slowly inched higher up her body before roughly grabbing her and flipping her around, putting Jester flat on the couch. Looming over her he swallowed, hard.
It’s like it clicked in her head, why he had suddenly acted so abrasive. He needed her, so bad that it was hurting him. Roaming her hands almost shyly up his chest, she leaned her head against her shoulder to appear smaller, more fragile. She was playing coy with him and it was working like a charm.
“I missed you, Jack.” She repeated, as if to get a reaction out of him.
Leaning in, he had cautiously started nipping at her neck, getting these sweet little moans out of her.
It simply wasn’t enough for her.
She must have been frustrated for a good while because she suddenly shoved him back with one hand, making him lean back a bit, feeling very confused with the sudden shift.
Her face had a healthy pink flush, one could even call it cute if you avoided her intense gaze. But behind the blush she seemed agitated.
He must have done something wrong.
“You said you’d make me yours… so prove it.”
Biting back a strong gulp, he jumped forward without hesitation, pushing her down onto the couch as he drove his teeth into her neck. He drew blood and a harsh moan from her.
“Yes- yes!” She moaned hard. So that’s what she wanted, to be roughhoused, manhandled. That’s what she meant by being equals. Getting pushed down to his level must be what excites and intrigues her.
Roughly moving his hands over her chest, he fondled her nipple through her outfit, lapping up the blood pouring down from her neck. The nipple piercings were still there, as he clawed at them through the fabric.
“Got a taste of me? Think you can be a little hound dog for me?” He wasn’t sure what she was asking for but he growled a breathy yes against her neck, grinding hard against her core as he continued to palm at her chest.
Giving him one more smirk, she snapped her fingers, teleporting them both.
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He didn’t know where he was, or at least he didn’t recognize the area.
The heat? It did remind him of the safari adventure, but the outfit and everything else seemingly was custom made. Brand new.
Stepping out of the vehicle she had made for him, the first thing that hit him was a smell, a strong one.
The kind of smell that sent shivers of excitement down your spine. It had Jack looking around for a second, almost like he’d be able to visually pinpoint the source of where it was coming from.
Looking around, his eyes searched for any clue but found none.
Giving up and strolling back to the car, he noticed some weapons. Huh. That was a first.
“Would these hurt her?” He absentmindingly wondered, a flicker of curiosity crossing his mind.
Was it even possible for her to get hurt?
Scratching the back of his head, the outfit he was wearing felt warm, almost too warm for the environment. The room must have been dialed up to 100 because it felt like a sauna in there. Painfully shifting around a bit, he decided to take the shoes off. Paired with the overalls, he was only wearing a shirt and the loose fitted cargo pants she must have designed. They felt oddly comfortable, fitting for the moment. He wondered if she’d let him keep them.
Awkwardly, he still felt the excitement from their short lived makeout session. He couldn't help but feel the remnants of it, the flush in his cheeks still faintly present. Also the awkward boner in his pants, it had become mildly annoying at best. The smell kept pulling his attention away, what was it?
Had she somehow gone into his modifiers and amplified his sense of smell? It was never this… intense before. Admittedly, it almost felt headache inducing, like walking into a perfume store where the smell would simply stick to you.
It felt like something warm, a home cooked meal, something sweet and aromatic like a dessert.
It was… her.
The realization hit him. He must have had some leftover blood on his hands from where it pooled down from her neck because it had the same, strong smell. The thought made his breath hitch, almost making him stumble for a second.
He couldn’t help himself, raising his hand to his face before experimentally licking in. He was instantly hit with goosebumps prickling his skin and his fur standing up. The taste was strong, a very harsh metallic like taste, but strangely sweet. Intoxicating really, you couldn’t compare the stupid sauce to this by a mile.
He wanted more.
He needed more.
Feeling the ground and soil under his big paws, he simply followed where his mind was leading him, and it was deeper into the big open space. The wind was rustling through the trees near him, the faint color of the deep orange of the sky shining between the trees, giving the impression that it was about to be nightfall.
Moving his face up to the air like a wild bunny, he took a few tentative sniffs, feeling himself getting better and better at pinpointing where she was. His ears perked up as he tried to see if he could hear any movements.
He had to hunt her, she was his prey.
That was his role. His job.
It’s what she wanted.
Picking up the pace slightly, making himself a bit out of breath, he eventually reached an open clearing. Standing there, he finally spotted a very curious Jester.
She just observed him, leaning back before gracefully standing up, stretching herself slightly.
Jester was dressed in nothing but a very see-through nightgown that clung to her body. If you looked close enough you could make out the faint shape of her piercings through it. The big hat she usually spotted also was gone for the occasion, it must have been a tripping hazard to keep it on.
She looked… stunning.
Incredibly, irresistibly stunning.
The outfit made her look almost sultry, perfectly accentuating her seemingly rounder and softer body. It was clear that she had chosen this for a purpose, perhaps to be ravaged. Destroyed even, leaving nothing behind.
He felt incredibly tense. Hungry at the sight of her. She had looked so good, he wanted to destroy it. Remove that devious smirk of her face.
He needed more of her attention, her touch, the intoxicating sound of her moans.
“Run.” Jack said as a simple statement, it coming out like a rough growl.
Giving him a playful final smirk she had turned her back to him, flaunting her body just one more time.
“I wonder if you can keep up.” She had taunted him before she took a headstart, running off to a part that was more densely populated with trees.
Instinct took over as he moved his legs, blood pounding in his ears. Driven by desire more than fear or caution, he chose to follow the scent of her arousal and not her blood.
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Jester had wanted to spend more time with him, but her occupation simply left her… busy.
Somebody had to run the show and dissect every single one of them like a little labrat, what else was there to do? It’s what Caine did too, so the change in management wasn’t that… harsh.
Or at least that’s what she told herself.
The flowers he had given her got placed neatly in a vase next to her bed. The idea was endearing, loving even. Jester wanted to do something back, so after much debating she also decided to do a throwback to a past adventure. She knew the original hunt one was a suggestion by Jack, so why not revisit and improve on it?
Setting the map up had proven to be more challenging than she had anticipated. Creating assets and material had become second nature but making it all work and look good was the tricky part. The details had to be right, she wanted it to feel authentic.
Midway through the week, an idea crept in her head, and it was only amplified when she saw him again while “occupying” herself with Jangle. She had enjoyed it, a lot, when he had taken control of her. Not being the strongest in the situation for once almost felt nice, good even.
Hurting others is easy, especially when you’re above them. Getting a reaction from them was just second nature at that point, being the apex predator in the entire circus.
But something about not being in the position of authority did something to her brain, it messed her up. She had enjoyed it… a lot.
Not that she would simply give up her powers, no, they were hers now. But the fact that there was an option to indulge in some of… whatever that was, kept creeping up in her head.
She hadn't been touched, or hurt, for a long time. Her body had simply become a vessel for her to do as she pleased, sleep and food had long become optional and not a necessity. Her physical needs had long become optional, replaced by a hollowed out husk of emptiness. Torturing others, or rather simply playing with them had filled some of this void inside of her. But it was never enough.
When she left Jack in his room that morning her body felt ecstatic, almost prickly with something warm she hadn't felt in a long, long time. The sensation had lingered on for the few days after, making her even more agitated at those who talked back to her.
She had finally tried, after God knows how long, to touch herself. But it simply did not have the same effect. Her hands felt hollow… cold. She had missed his big hands pressing into her, roaming and touching and warming her in places where she could not.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she stumbled for a bit, noticing her gown getting caught on a branch, ripping some of the fabric.
Collecting herself she continued running, her legs faintly burning from having had no exercise in a long time.
This had been more challenging than she had assumed, hearing his breathing not far behind her. If that’s what you could even call it. It sounded more like growling. She still had an advantage on him for the time being.
Crunching some leaves under her feet, she maneuvered around a tree, gaining some distance between him and herself. Her smaller body had left her more agile, but her shortness of breath was creeping up on her slowly.
Taking a few sharp turns, she pressed herself closer to the trees on purpose, trying to throw him off by spreading her blood and therefore her scent on them. The harsh rubbing of the tree bark against her wound felt exhilarating, telling her mind to slow down so she could get caught.
She shouldn’t, but her mind had started to get slightly hazy, prickly due to the loss of blood she had experienced earlier. Her vision started to blur at the edges, and she wondered if she should sit down for a moment. The adrenaline combined with the exhaustion that was slowly building up from the blood loss muddled her thoughts. The excitement and anticipation if it all had messed with her head real good. She offhandedly wondered if she could actually pass out. She had altered her own code a bit, allowing for more realism to this whole thing.
A wave of vertigo hit her out of the blue and she almost tripped over. What the…? Something was off. She couldn’t place it, but it made her steps messy, uncoordinated at best for a split second. Her breathing came out a bit ragged and her steps became heavy as she kept running. A sudden wave of nausea washed over her as she focused on not tripping again.
This wasn't normal.
Shoving these thoughts aside, she hazily perked up at the sound of loud steps.
She froze before ducking against a tree. It sounded way too close, he must have caught up.
But how? she had deliberately spent time trying to throw him off. Did she dial him up too hard and make his sense of smell too good? The nausea quickly washed over her as some form of panic and excitement flooded her.
Hearing the faint rustling of the leaves in the wind, Jester pressed herself to a nearby tree, trying to peak out and catch a glimpse of him. He sounded nearby, but her curiosity was telling her to see just how close he was. Holding her breath, she had finally noticed him, trying her best not to give her location away.
His pupils were fully blown. She could barely make out the yellow in his eyes anymore, it looked daunting but so hot.
The smell he was oozing out was nothing short of intoxicating. It was forcing her to submit.
Tearing her eyes off of him, she had simply pushed herself away from the tree, leaning down a bit to avoid his sight before she kept going, not ready to indulge just yet.
Taking off, she lost track of how long she’d been running for, feeling herself run out of breath.
It felt like a good few hours had passed before she finally began to slow down. She noticed the map was working correctly by how the skybox has subtly shifted into a darker hue. The night must have started washing over them by now.
Making a few leaves crunch by her jogs, she found one of the rivers she had placed on the map. Taking a quick glance over her shoulders she hesitated for a moment, before singing down onto the softer patch of dirt beside the water.
Her gaze dropped to the surface of it, tempting her.
She hadn't felt the urge to drink for a long, long time. But now this feeling of parchness and thirst gnawned at her, hard.
It hit her suddenly, her reflection staring back at her from the water.
It must have been years since she truly had looked at herself, never feeling a need to do so. Her avatar had always been stuck in a set prefixed manner, there had never been a need to change it.
Extending a curious hand, she simply pressed a few fingers to her cheek, watching it slightly give in as she observed the light blush that had spread over her, probably from all the exercise she had just endured. She couldn’t help but be absolutely enthralled.
Her own face, it was such a strange comfort seeing it again after so long.
Lowering her gaze down, she couldn’t help but admire the pretty gnarly bitemark on her shoulder. It was deep and the flesh around it was quite torn.
To an ordinary person, this would have been nothing but excruciating pain. Jester however, only felt a small throb in her shoulder, one that seemed overshadowed by how hard her heart was pounding in her chest.
It felt strange because it should hurt, but instead it made her almost giddy with excitement.
She really was enjoying this a bit too much.
Fuck.
Reaching into the stream, she scooped up a bit of water, trickling it over her wound after she took a few gulps. Some of her dark red blood had mixed with the water and continued its way down the stream.
Her desire for thirst was satiated for now. She had to acknowledge that in her current position she was nothing but one of them.
She hated it.
But as payoff, she had never felt so alive, her digital heart beating strong in her chest.
Getting back on her feet she decided she had to keep going, she had been losing a lot of time and precious distance with this momentary distraction.
She wobbled slightly as she struggled to straighten her footing before she found her balance again. Brushing her hands over her outfit, she mentally noted to replace it later. It was already torn in a few places, give or take.
Not that it was an issue. That had been the plan from the start.
She wanted him to ruin her.
A few cracks of leaves nearby caught her attention. Her instincts flared.
Jack.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. It wasn’t too loud, but if she listened carefully she could make it out over the trickling sound of the river.
A shot of unused energy washed over her, putting her into motion without hesitation. She broke into a sprint, running purely on instinct and adrenaline.
Her feet felt like they were burning. They surely must have blistered judging by the dull itch they had at the bottom. Her legs felt like they were on fire and her lungs felt too small for her body.
Her throat felt dry again. She must have been trying to catch too much air from all the running she had been doing. Slowing down her sprint, she walked across the small carved path that was paved around the trees, trying to collect herself.
But slowing down had been a mistake.
Without warning, a heavy body slammed into her.
Hard.
Forcing her down, he shoved both his hands against her neck, holding her steady on the ground. It earned a loud, startled yelp from her. Getting the air knocked out of her lungs, she momentarily froze up before attempting to get her act together.
She groaned harshly against the dirt, trashing around like a caught animal attempting to escape. Excitement intertwined with fear washed over her. The look he fixed upon her was unreadable, pupils fully blown and his ears back flat.
Letting out a low growl, he shifted around before grinding his clothed bulge against her panties, hard.
Groaning, he couldn’t be bothered to fuck with the few pieces of clothing she had on, clawing at the panties to pull them off as quickly as he could.
Another startled yelp escaped her and her mouth fell open at the sudden sensation of a thick finger thrusting into her, easily gliding through the wetness of her arousal.
She cried out in desperation into the dirt, shaking as she finally felt the touch she had been craving. Finally getting rewarded for all the hard work she had done.
Gasping for air, she blinked wetly at him, getting met with his long tongue licking the side of her face. Jack reveled in the taste of her fresh tears. It was like a reward.
Not allowing her an orgasm just yet, he messily unbuckled his pants with one hand, holding her into place by the neck with the other.
Teasing her by sliding the tip of his cock against her lips, she growled back, arching her back in an attempt to grind against him.
Jester was greedy, and she wanted him now.
Using one hand, she managed to move it from underneath her and she reached between them, brushing her claws against his cock in a desperate attempt.
All she received in response was him aggressively shoving her down harder, his grip tightening with brutal force. Claws digging into her neck, cutting off whatever air circulation she had leftover. Before her eyes could roll back in her head, he released the grip slightly, earning another harsh yelp from her when he bit another mark onto her neck.
“Beg for it.” He groaned, lapping up the excess blood she was losing. He must have moved so he was hovering over her, feeling her own blood drip down onto her back, the warmth of it sending a jolt up her spine.
A haze shrouded over her mind as she started whimpering, thrusting upwards but only feeling nothing but the now cold air. She was desperate, looking for something to satiate herself with.
“Beg.” He repeated with a snarl. Earning a hefty moan from her.
“Fuck me!” She yelled, demanding, snapping back at him. Her eyes burned with a mixture of anger and shame, upset that he was dragging things out even longer.
“Beg harder. I know you can do better.” He said with a toothy grin. The power really was starting to go to his head with how cocky he was acting.
“You- Just fuck me, you freak!” She yelled louder, trembling against his grip. She felt pathetic, worthless.
“Who do you belong to?”
Groaning helplessly against the cold dirt, she struggled to move her head. She tried aiming to snap and bite at the hand on her neck, but he swiftly knocked that idea out of her when he bit her again. It earned him another jowl out of her, eyes flashing with a bratty defiance.
“Y-You!” She gasped, out of breath. Not quite there in her sub headspace just yet.
Leaning back, he decided on something he’d been contemplating for a long time. It could backfire fast, but it was worth a shot.
Without warning he raised his hand and slapped her face. Hard.
“I won’t repeat myself.” He spoke, voice low and firm.
It was too much. Too much all at once as she trashed her body around, looking for any sort of touch that could satiate her. Her claws painfully dug into her own hands as she curled them into fists, looking for anything to ground herself.
“Y-You... you, J-Jack.” Shaking, Jester had started to sob, finally succumbing to a submissive position. Whatever self preservation she once had was thrown out the window.
Never once had it crossed her mind that he would do that, but by God had she wished he would again. The burn against her face felt so good.
Using his free hand, he roamed it down her back before coming to a standstill right above her pussy. Experimentally, he shoved not one, but two fingers in, gathering a bit of slick before pulling out and slapping her pussy hard.
The sound was almost visceral, making Jester lean in and buck her hips up for more. Moaning loudly, she tried grinding her hips back to meet his hand.
She wanted more, needed more. Now. Jack didn’t stop. Gently moving his hand down to her inner thighs to throw her senses off, he retracted his hand before slapping her there again, harder. Jester could feel her pussy pulse between her legs, slick gently coating her thighs as he was just making a mess out of her.
Moving his hand down to her clit, he rubbed it roughly, earning even more delicious moans and gasps out of her.
She started to see spots at the edges of her vision, making her light headed. Or maybe she simply had started crying.
With one fast swoop he landed a harsh slap on her clit, making her seize up and cry out loud. That one had hurt, but it felt good. So good.
Tasting metallic in her mouth, she realized she must have bit on her tongue, tasting the blood spreading around her mouth. Each slap sent a jolt up her spine and into her head. Leaning into it more, she willingly spread herself even further. It was shameless, really.
It suddenly stopped, the tears prickling up in her eyes. She needed to cum so badly, but every time it had built up he had stopped, edging her.
Wanting more, she buckled her hips hard, but he seemingly moved his attention elsewhere. If she hadn't been so into it, she would have torn him up right then and there, upset that he’s chasing his own high and not pleasing her.
”You’re such a little animal.” He moaned against her mouth, earning another cry out of her when he slapped one more time to signal it was over. His hand eas soaked with her slick.
“My sick little animal.” He was smirking against her lips, earring a sobbed groan out of her.
She couldn’t get enough of this, of him. The way he looked down on her with their bodies pressed close together. The yellow in his eyes had become barely visible, his pupils were shot deep and black staring at her.
Observing her.
As he finally entered her in a slow, deliberate motion, the sensation became almost too much to bear, the heat and slickness being overwhelming.
The feeling was something she couldn’t describe and her mind felt like it was floating. Her chest felt painfully tight from holding in all the air she could, as she couldn’t focus on anything more than the sweet feeling of him grinding his hips into her.
He was so big. Ridiculously big for her small body.
Feeling his cock twitch deep inside of her, Jester couldn’t help but gasp and attempt to get air in. She couldn’t control how hard her body had started shivering, her walls stretching almost painfully to accommodate for him. It almost felt better than the first time, her senses being able to pick up the slightest throbbing and twitching inside of her.
Opening her mouth, all she could do was sob out every time he bottomed out.
The wet sounds of his skin slapping against her echoed into the clearing and Jester trembled uncontrollably as she clutched the ground beneath her. She could feel his heavy balls slap against her sensitive clit, and she knew if he kept going she would have been able to cum just from that alone.
It was so obscene and non Godlike. The enjoyment she was getting from it made her delirious.
Her body was heating up fast. She wanted to come so badly, her body not getting enough stimulation yet to the point where it was just edging her, needing that final push to get there.
Drool sliding from the corner of her mouth, with only him on her mind she started whimpering, begging to be touched.
“J-Ja-ah- Jack p-please-!” She whimpered painfully, hoping he’d get the idea.
Suddenly she felt a strong grasp on her hair, yanking her up in a single swoop, strong arms coming around her middle and pinning her against him.
The prickly fur of his warm torso pressed against her hard. It made her feel doozy, and he picked up pace. He wasn’t allowing her release, not yet.
“J-Jester.” He whimpered against her patheticially, seemingly also doing his best to stay strong.
A hard whimper escaped him as he stilled for a second, his cock buried deep inside as he filled her up, filling the silence with rough grunts. The heat that pooled inside of her made her arch over and cry, feeling so full.
Putting her hands shakily on his arms, she leaned forward more, letting the cooler air hit her face. The heat had almost become unbearable.
Shifting slightly and glancing down, she forced herself to look away quickly. It had looked nothing but beyond indecent. He was so much bigger than her to the point it was almost vulgar.
Leaning back and sobbing hard, she attempted to move her hands down to touch herself, but he quickly snatched them up and held them above her.
Shifting a little so he was holding her up by one hand, his other hand roamed down painfully slow. He played around with one of her nipples before giving the piercing on her left breast a strong pinch, earning a breathy moan from her in between sobs.
Releasing her from his grip, she wasn't expecting the sudden shift and she fell forward clumsily, awkwardly catching herself just in time with her hands.
She got a quick glance at the ground beneath her, the soil now mixed in with pools of her blood and tears. A horrible mix of filth.
Pulling out in a swift motion, he flipped her onto her back. He got to ogle at the body beneath him. On display for his pleasure.
Her neck had been a mess and so was her back, but her front was nothing but pristine white skin. He wanted to defile it, make it his own personal messed up canvas. Eyes glanced down lower and he easily spotted a subtle bump in her lower stomach. This was going to mess with his head for a long time, and with hers too.
Leaning back he shifted her up so he could sit crouched, having her in his lap. She was confused for a quick second with the position he was assuming, but then felt the tree against the back of her head, essentially cornering her against it with his big knees on either side of her so she couldn't slip off.
Maneuvering slightly back, he inserted himself with ease again, picking up where he left off.
The view had been nothing but errotic, looking down at herself she clearly could make out how much he came in her by the slight pouch in her lower belly. Her legs had been a mess too, whatever had escaped had trinkled between them onto his crotch and down on the messy floor. It was impressive that he still held a strong stance against the tree, the whole place had gotten quiet… wet and messy.
If her face could get any redder, it would have.
“Cum for me.” He half growled at her as a big thumb hovered over and then rubbed her clit hard, making her jump in his lap. Her legs had bounced between them awkwardly, finding it hard to rest them against something.
He clearly didn’t like her moving around too much since he pushed her against the tree by her neck with his other hand. Holding her there firmly.
It only took a few rough circles against her clit for her to moan loudly, a wave of heat flooding her as she came. She was open mouth sobbing against the tree and his hand now, chasing her high as he did the same.
Seemingly not needing a lot either, he joined her and came hard again, losing a bit of his composture and leaning his head against hers. He was huffing and moaning hard against her face.
Feeling like she can finally get some air in, she let out a few huffs, closing her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his big hand wrapped around her neck. If she puts her mind to it, she could feel the claws that were painfully digging into the bitemarks he left. It felt nothing but diabolically good.
Still having her mouth open, she wanted to say something, but Jack roughly swept in, shoving his tongue deep inside her mouth.
Moving her hands from stabilizing herself against the tree, she touched Jack’s face possessively, groaning hard against his tongue and lips.
Jack had growled into her mouth and then experimentally moved his hips again, getting hit by a low quiver from Jester. She was definitely still sensitive, not that it mattered either way.
Moaning into the kiss, Jack had started to blabber sweet nonsense to her again, as he slowly but surely picked up the pace once more, not ready to stop this just yet.
There was something sweet about bunnies. Something that filled her head with delirium as he kept going on and on about knocking her up.
The deep thrusts inside of her had her blacking out from exhaustion, his messy but loving face the last thing she saw before her mind went blank.
It upset her.
That was the first thought that hit her.
It upset her how much she cared about him.
Moving around groggily, she tried to open her eyes slowly. She was met by a warm and extremely fluffy body pressed against her, trying to recall what had happened before she blacked out. Slightly jolting at her senses coming back, the first thing she noticed is that he was still buried inside of her, grinding his hips at a cruelly slow pace.
Trying to find stability, she had moved her hands up, grasping at fur on his chest, trying to tell him she had woken up.
She was beyond overstimulated. The slow grinding quickly put her back in her doozy headstate that had her openmouthingly drooling against his chest.
Having noticed she had woken up, or was trying to at least, he rubbed his head on top of hers gently, whispering her sweet nothings as he started picking up the pace.
It didn’t take long for it to become brutal again. Giving a few harsh grunts and slams of his hips before he came again, losing count of how many times he had.
She simply laid there breathlessly against him, her body feeling nothing but used, tired, defiled.
Shifting himself in a bit more of an upward position, he put her down on the ground. He must have moved them because she wasn’t met with a wet feeling beneath her. Her neck had also felt less wet, maybe he had licked most of her blood away? She couldn’t tell.
The wet sound of him sliding out made her face burn up. She was too afraid to look down at the mess he had created. She knew it was a lot. The amount of cum in her left her with a dull ache in her lower body.
Leaning down, he took a nipple between his teeth, playing around with it and sucking hard, making the metal of the piercing clatter against his teeth.
Feeling his hands move, he slid his thumb gently over her clit, testing out the waters with how sensitive she was. Based on the hash groan she let out, it told him she was still very tender.
Easing up on his speed, he kept his pace extremely gentle, earning the sweetest little mewls and moans from her as he guided her through another orgasm.
She had collapsed weakly at this point, no longer gripping his chest firmly but now gently brushing against it with whatever leftover energy she had.
Jester was glad she didn’t think about the fact that giving her more human quirks would result in her being shorter of breath due to her stature, especially compared to Jack's daunting size.
“I’ll give you what you want. I'll do my best.” Jack exhaled, still softly suckling on her nipple but no longer in a needy, desperate way. Now it was almost as if he was seeking comfort, a distraction from his racing mind and this was to ground himself. His movements against her felt sluggish, as if the weight of it all pressed down on him.
Doozily raising an eyebrow Jester looked at him, questioning what he was talking about.
Catching onto her puzzled expression Jack’s breath hitched for a brief second, before quickly altering his gaze, avoiding looking his God in her eyes.
“B-Bunnies… a family.” He muttered softly under his breath, words spilling out before he could think better of it. With a bit more resolve he continued. “You… You talk in your sleep. Even when you’re passed out you find a way to beg.”
Oh.
Blood rushed to her face, burning hot with embarrassment as she looked away. She didn’t want to admit her deepest desires to him. That’s not something a God should ever say out loud. Not something she would want with him.
Before she could gather herself to try and crawl out of this, he had ever so gently reached out and wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his warm chest. The warmth seeped in and anchored her against his warm body. She hadn't even noticed she was trembling. Not from the cold but the sheer embarrassment over oversharing.
It was too personal, too intimate.
She had to crawl out. had to run away from this, from him. From the relentless flood of ideas, images and thoughts flooding her mind.
Almost as if sensing her struggle he nuzzled her hair, licking her face so sweetly it made her stomach churn. A sickeningly greedy gesture that felt invasive. It was wrong. So wrong. He shouldn’t be this tender, this… loving and adoring with her when every inch of her screamed at her to run.
Whatever little animal had crawled into him was now gone, replaced by this sickeningly sweetness that made her stomach churn and she wanted to throw up.
She shouldn’t dwell on these thoughts too much.
It was selfish, obsessive even to think they could even have this. Even being together and creating something together. The way his long arms and hands had entangled her to rest ever so gently over her belly just ended up sending her all the wrong mixed signals in her head. Rewiring whatever rationality she had left up there to think about really selfish things. Forbidden things she shouldn’t want.
But maybe… just maybe-
His voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do. I'll do my best.” He mumbled softly against her hair.
She believed it.
Jack simply left her in the moment to take it in, making her brain run a thousand miles an hour trying to figure out how it would even work.
She must have slipped into slumber at one point because when she came to, she was in the truck, the very one she had conjured for him to use at the start of the adventure.
It wasn’t an easy one to make, it took her many hours and it was something he didn’t even end up utilizing.
Groggily, she shifted and sat up, feeling a dull ache in her body. Her movements were sluggish at best.
Looking down, she noticed the oversized shirt he must have pulled off at one point, sitting loosely on her as it was combined with a new pair of shorts that also were huge on her. She felt surprised… clean? Maybe he’d been a little freak and manually cleaned her up, it’s not like she had conjured or left towels and whatever behind for him.
She seemingly was in the passenger seat, propped up on what she assumed was some sort of jacket. Slightly shifting around, she could still feel her lower belly painfully extended with cum. So… shameless. Unmodest even, to put a God like that in such a foul position.
Her body ached, painfully so, when she tried to move around. She decided to give up and leaned back into the seat. There was no point in getting out of the car anyway. It’s not like she was in a hurry.
Jack seemingly wasn’t around, from what she could see with her limited view. Maybe she could go for a quick nap, she had felt pretty exhausted lately, the sprinting and running not helping with this in the slightest.
It was impressive that he managed to find his way back to the truck and brought her with him. They must have been running for what felt like hours.
Sheesh… she barely needed sleep, so why had she slept for that long…?
Suddenly she jumped up slightly as the car door opened, Jack peering in. His big eyes fixated on her, gazing at her up and down to check if she was still sitting upright. He probably had expected her to fall over or something but she was still sitting neatly on the jacket.
“I… I hope you don’t mind the outfit.” He said, avoiding her gaze. “It was all I could find.”
Saying nothing in return, she sat there silently, studying him. He looked almost… apologetic, for the whole thing. Like it hadn't been her idea in the first place. He was so pathetic that it was endearing to her, really.
Without a word, he climbed into the driver's seat, closing the door and shifting his eyes to the road.
“Do you mind if I give this thing a spin? It doesn’t look that hard to drive. Y’know, like those old adventures we used to have.” He chuckled a bit awkwardly.
She thought about it for a few seconds, the car filled with silence.
She isn’t experienced in “after sex” conversation. It felt too… real. Something she avoided at all costs. She wasn’t sure why she was even experiencing this embarrassment in the first place. She really shouldn’t feel that way.
He looked at her like he had a bunch of questions in his mind, and he knew he wouldn’t get the answer to any of them.
“Are you… Alright, Jester?”
Ah.
“Y-You seemed a bit ah…” He thought for a few seconds. “Dazed?”
He looked extremely ridged, like he was forcing his stare on her to appear more dapper than he was. Jack knew who he was dealing with, and he knew his place.
Admittedly, she did feel like she was out of it, she must have let her mask slip. Something was picking at her, and she didn’t know what it was.
She did her best to sway back and forth a little, an attempt to give him the playful persona. She simply grinned at him, flashing him a toothy smile.
“...I actually added a few animals to the map. We can try to find them, if you’d like to shoot them…?” Jester piqued back to her playful demeanor, giving him a little smirk.
She had actually put a lot of effort into details and items that they hadn't walked into. What was the point in ending the adventure there when nothing was forcing them to stop?
His floppy ears bounced on his head, easily showing off his excitement without him even having to say it.
“Let’s start with the lake then~” She suggested as he hit the gas and they drove off. They both laughed for the first time in forever while they struggled to find a good radio station.