FANTASIES
You drag yourself through the front door after another grueling shift at work, your muscles aching from hours on your feet. The house is quiet, the only sound your weary sigh as you kick off your shoes and pad upstairs to the bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed, you don't even bother changing out of your work clothes, just curl up under the covers, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion pulls at you.
Shadows shift in the corner of the room, unnatural and twisting like smoke. A familiar low, rumbling chuckle echoes from the darkness, and there he is..Pennywise the dancing clown, emerging with his painted shit eating grin wide and feral, orange pom-poms bobbing as he tilts his head, You were his lover, well if you wanted to call it that. Honestly it's probably better better phrased as "personal plaything to a sadistic god". His white gloved hands flex, bells jingling softly on his ruffled collar. He lunges forward with a hiss, teeth bared in those jagged rows, expecting you to scream, to cower like all the others.
But you don't. Your heart races, not from fear, but from a sudden, burning heat low in your belly. He looks... incredible. Though you'd hate to boost his high ego by admitting it. Those sharp features under the smeared makeup, the way his silk suit clings to his lanky, powerful frame. Instead of terror, your mind floods with forbidden thoughts.
You imagine him pinning you down, those long limbs wrapping around you, his mouth on your skin. What if he didn't scare you? What if he claimed you, fucked you senseless right here on this bed? Your breath hitches, thighs pressing together as the fantasy builds, his monstrous cock slamming into you, filling you up, marking you as his. Marking you like a warning to any other predators.
Pennywise freezes, his yellow eyes narrowing as he senses the shift in your scent, the arousal spiking in the air. His grin falters into something darker, hungrier. "Ohohohoh... what's this?" he rasps, voice a gravelly whisper that sends shivers down your spine. He straightens, circling the bed like a dangerous predator, bells tinkling with each step. You can't look away, your body betraying you as your nipples harden against your shirt, pussy already growing slick at the mere sight of him.
He climbs onto the bed slowly, the mattress dipping under his weight. One gloved hand trails up your leg, pushing the covers aside, and you gasp, not pulling away. "Pathetic." he growls, leaning in close, his breath hot and foul against your ear. Your fantasies must be bleeding into his mind, he knows, and before you can even speak, his mouth crashes against yours, teeth nipping at your lips hard enough to draw a bead of blood. You moan into the kiss, hands fisting in his curly red wig, pulling him closer.
Pennywise snarls, a deep, animalistic rumble from his chest, and shoves you back against the pillows.
You're fucked.
His hands rip at your clothes, buttons popping, fabric tearing as he exposes your breasts, your stomach, your soaked panties. "Mine." he hisses, gloved fingers yanking the underwear down your thighs. You kick them off eagerly, spreading your legs as he positions himself between them. His suit parts unnaturally, revealing his massive, throbbing cock, ridged and veined, dripping pre-cum already.
Seriously? You're bare naked at his display and he just opens his pants? This has to be some sick embarrassing humiliation kink for him.
He grabs your ankles, hoisting your legs up and over his shoulders in one fluid motion, folding you in half. Your knees press toward your chest, ass lifting off the bed as he lines up that monstrous length with your entrance. "Gonna fuck you full." he grunts, eyes glowing with possession.
You whimper, nodding frantically, pussy clenching in anticipation. With a savage thrust, he buries himself inside you to the hilt, stretching your walls around his girth. The burn is exquisite, pain mingling with pleasure as he stops for a second to stare at your face, smiling like a sadist as he doesn't even give you time to adjust, slowly pulling out before ramming back into your weak hole.
You cry out, nails digging into his arms, but he doesn't stop. His head dips to your neck, mouth latching on as he bites down..hard. Teeth sink deep into the soft flesh, breaking skin, blood welling up as he growls like a beast, the sound vibrating through your body. "Pretty..pretty thing..gahh..Pathetic." he snarls between bites, marking you with deep punctures that throb with each heartbeat.
He pounds into you relentlessly, the mating press position driving him deeper than ever, his cockhead battering your cervix with every snap of his hips. Your body rocks with the force, breasts bouncing, sweat slicking your skin. Animalistic noises fill the room, his guttural grunts, wet slaps of flesh on flesh, your own desperate moans mixing with the creak of the bedframe. "Take it... take my seed," he demands, voice ragged, one hand pinning your thigh to keep you folded tight.
The pressure builds fast, your pussy fluttering around him as an orgasm crashes over you. You scream, walls clamping down, milking his cock as you cum hard, juices soaking his shaft. But he doesn't slow, thrusts even harder, chasing his own release. With a roar that shakes the windows, Pennywise buries himself deep and unloads, hot spurts of cum flooding your womb. He bites your neck again, deeper this time, holding you in place as he pumps rope after rope inside, breeding you possessively, ensuring every drop stays trapped.
He doesn't pull out. Panting against your skin, he laps at the bloody marks, tongue rough and insistent. "Not done... need more.." he murmurs, cock still hard, twitching inside you. You nod weakly, body trembling from the aftershocks, but already craving the next round. He starts moving again, slower this time, grinding deep to stir his cum around your insides. His bites trail lower, nipping at your collarbone, leaving fresh welts that bloom red and angry.
Minutes stretch into what feels like hours as he builds you up again. His gloved hands grip your hips, pulling you onto him even in this pinned position, forcing you to feel every inch. Growls escape him with each thrust, primal, hungry sounds that make your clit throb. You reach down, rubbing frantic circles on it, but he bats your hand away, replacing it with his thumb, pressing hard as he fucks you through the sensitivity, slightly pressing his clawed hand down on it to built more pressure.
Your second orgasm hits like a wave, slower but deeper, ripping a sob from your throat. Pennywise laughs darkly, the sound turning into a snarl as he follows, flooding you anew. Cum leaks out around his cock despite the tight seal, but he plugs it back in with shallow pumps, possessive whines rumbling from his throat. He bites your shoulder now, teeth embedding deep, drawing more blood that he sucks greedily.
By the third round, you're a mess, limbs limp, neck and shoulders a canvas of deep teeth marks, pussy swollen and overflowing with his seed. He flips you slightly, adjusting the angle to hit that spot inside that makes stars burst behind your eyes. "Gonna keep you bred... forever mine." he rasps, hips pistoning faster. His noises grow wilder, snaps, hisses, deep bellows that echo off the walls. You cum again, vision blurring, body convulsing as he bites your throat one last time, hard enough to make you see white.
He breeds you through it, cum mixing with yours in a sticky flood, until you're both spent, collapsing in a tangle of limbs. Pennywise stays buried inside, head resting on your marked neck, a low purr vibrating from him as he nuzzles the wounds. "Good... so good for me." he whispers, gloved hand stroking your side. You drift off like that, full and claimed.
We notice how baby girl hardly spoke? That's because good girls just sit back and get bred by their cosmic entity mate.
ABSOLUTE BIG SHOUT OUT TO @iamabsolutelynothere FOR THIS WORK, sorry bbg it was a bit rushed
