It was relieving to hear he was in his right mind, but she failed to understand how a bite like that conveyed affection. She had seen very brutal ways of showing love for another in the court, but never via a bite like that. Then again, Pennywise wasn’t even from earth, and he had a very feral, animalistic quality about him. It meant something to him, and that’s all she needed to know.
That didn’t stop her face from reddening as he licked the wound, and purred into her neck. It sent strange, warm chills up her spine, made her heart race, and made her want to squirm. His tongue caressing the bloody wound hurt, sure, but she wasn’t sure what this other sensation was. Every since she met Pennywise, he had made her feel a plethora of things she hadn’t before. How she wasn’t used to it by now was beyond her.
“I-It’s quite alright, just…warn me next time, o-or be more careful.” Her words barely held water, but she didn’t vocalize how the puncture marks stung. In her mind, if she kept talking, and maybe gripped the puffy sleeves of his costume, it would take her mind of whatever flutter was moving around in her. “I just did not want you to do something you would regret.”
“I appreciate your concern and help.” He spoke between pauses in his work. “Almost done.” He spoke softly into her ear with a purr.
“It’s stopped bleeding now. Making sure it’s clean.” He finished getting the last of the coppery liquid with one final gentle lick.
“I’ll make sure to ask for permission if I feel such an urge again.” He grinned at her mischievously. “I thought you might have liked it. I find I’ve imagined you doing the same in return with not just that precious little mout of yours.” He ran his thumb lightly over her bottom lip.
“I’ve been quite fascinated by your mouths since the moment I saw them. Imagining how we could leave such marks upon each other in such sensual playful ways. A first for me to think of such things. Like just lightly nipping about your delicate flesh.” He hummed into her neck. “Leaving little dots in lovely patterns. Make you my own. Feels so right.”
If she wasn’t red before, she was now. It felt like the sun had scorched her face in the dead of summer, all the way down her long ears and to her neck. Pennywise was always a flirt, and usually made moves before she did, but never had he spoken to her like that. Often, she tried not to think of the monstrous form hiding just under her skin, and as a result, forgot it was there at all sometimes.
Of course that more feral side of her physique would interest the wilds of his own nature. She found herself shivering, heart racing as he pushed his face into her neck, which made her gulp a bit. The air suddenly felt too warm, despite the frost creeping over his costume where her hands gripped.
“I…” She couldn’t respond, like he had forced her voice out of her body. If she made any noise, it was shaking stammers, her eloquent nobility speech failing her completely.
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