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You had become pure energy. There was no other way to describe it. The sensation that coursed through your mind and body was impossible to describe using any kind of verbal language. In a way, it was incomprehensible - absolutely unlike anything that you had ever felt or experienced before. It was as if your subconscious had unraveled in a way you never thought possible. If you could manage to put into words what your physical body endured, the only somewhat understandable explanation would be that every cell that you were composed of had dissolved, absorbed mystical energy, and re-formed to create an entirely new, living entity. Whatever matter you previously consisted of was now compromised and had completely altered your physical form. You were a completely different being, not of Earth, nor the universe that you knew. The Deadlights had now become your very life essence, and you were never going to be the same.
It seemed like an eternity had gone by until you were able to think clearly again. Or at least, in a familiar way that you were once used to. However, there was also a new line of inner communication that allowed you to process your thoughts. The former internal dialogue that guided your mental perception now consisted of strange senses, noises, and colors. What was once your mind was now... well, to be honest, you didn't even know. Your anatomy made absolutely no sense now, and to try and define what you were was pretty much impossible. "Indescribable" was a massive understatement. It was understandable now why Pennywise was never able to give you a straight answer when you had asked exactly what he was. His origin couldn't possibly be described in any form of cognate language, and now you were the same.
Finally, you started to feel a little more like your familiar self. Your body started putting itself back together again in a form that felt the most fitting. Slowly you could feel bones start to take shape, followed by tissue, organs, muscle, and skin. When it felt as though you were once again complete, your eyes flickered from behind your lids, anxious to open and take in the world around you with new sight.
Finally, opening your eyes, your vision adjusted immediately to the dark, not needing any form of light or illumination whatsoever. You could see everything so vividly in the darkness as if the world around you was pulsating with a natural glow that lit up every surface to help guide you.
A soothing touch on the back of your shoulder held your attention as you quickly changed focus. A chilled, wet appendage was lapping at your skin tenderly, placating your anxiety. Hesitantly, you turned your head to see Pennywise in your peripheral vision, cloaked in his human form. He was licking you affectionately with his long, rough tongue and eyeing you with caution. Glancing down, you had noticed that the both of you were naked. You had briefly wondered how that had happened, but it didn't bother you in the slightest. Just the thought of wearing clothes at that moment felt constrictive and extremely unappealing.
Something felt as though it was intruding on your mind at that moment. It was odd; as if you were experiencing emotions that weren't your own. It was a mix of fear, adoration, concern, arousal, and so much more. It was too much to handle all at once, so you concentrated on forcing the foreign emotions away, and quieted your subconscious while you focused on keeping your breathing even.
Ceasing his licks, Pennywise shifted himself upward while giving you some space to turn and face him. When you did, the movement felt effortless, as if you didn't weigh anything at all. Your whole body felt light as if you were... floating - for lack of a better word.
Pennywise traced your cheek with the tips of his dulled human fingers, pursing his lips slightly as his brow creased in deep thought. "How do you feel?" he finally managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.
If you were being honest, you weren't even sure how you felt. An entirely new range of emotions were surging through you, and you couldn't exactly describe what was occurring. Finally, the only thing you managed to say was, "My body is tingling."
The corner of his full lips lifted into a smirk as he held your gaze, trailing his fingers down your jaw, past your neck, and lingering on your hip. "Do I look any different?" you asked hesitantly, not sure what answer you were hoping for.
"Yes."
Oh, great. Just as you feared. You probably looked heinous. "How?"
His fingers moved from your hip to take your hand in his as he held it up to your line of vision. "Here," he answered, nodding towards your palm to direct your attention to its center.
Initially, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. It was just your run-of-the-mill hand; nothing special about it. However, when you focused a little more, you noticed your skin start to vibrate and fade away while tiny beads of light and a strange spiked fluid matter began to emerge from beneath the surface, a slight glow surrounding what was once your skin.
Your gaze snapped to Pennywise who held his smirk as he relished in your bewilderment. It was then that you noticed that his skin started to melt away as well, and a similar glow radiated around him as he changed into the prickly matter, taking your breath away with the beauty of it all.
"Am... Am I just like you now?" you mumbled, still distracted by the way your essence danced before you.
Pennywise literally pulled himself together, re-attaching his human-like skin and maintaining focus on you. "We are of a similar design, yes. We will never be of the exact same species due to our separate origins. I was created within the Macroverse, and you were created as a human within this realm. Your true form will forever be your human design, as mine is within the Deadlights."
"Those orange lights?" you questioned with curiosity. "Do I have them? Deadlights?"
"You do," he confirmed, though his tone was a bit reserved. "Their power within you is limited since you were not created in that realm. You will learn how to harness your own Deadlights in time."
Before you could question anything further, you felt a spike of intense, painful discomfort throughout your body. You curled in on yourself, alarming Pennywise to your suffering to which he reacted instantly, lifting your upper half so that the both of you were in a sitting position while he maneuvered behind you to support you and press himself against you. The fact that he wrapped himself around you when you were hurting rather than distance himself and give you space was alarming until you realized that the simple contact lessened the ache significantly.
"What's happening?" you asked, strain evident in your voice. Panic flooded through you as you worried that the transition wasn't taking and that you were dying a slow and painful death.
"Hunger," was all Pennywise murmured in your ear as he nuzzled his nose against your neck from behind, wrapping his long arms around you comfortingly.
Holy shit. You were hungry? Oh no...
"Pennywise... I don't... I can't-"
"You will feed," he demanded, his voice rough.
Swallowing thickly, you wanted to protest until another aching spasm consumed your body. "This is what you feel when you don't eat? Like your entire body is shutting down?"
He hummed against you, sending soothing vibrations down your spine. Hunger in this form was not at all like you were used to feeling. Instead of discomfort in your stomach, you felt this hunger throughout your entire being, the ache bordering on unbearable. It was no wonder Pennywise was so feral when he hunted. If this is what he felt each time, it was enough to turn anyone insane.
Pressing a kiss to your throat, he shifted away from you, guiding your upper body back down onto the bed as carefully as he could. "Stay," he commanded softly, disappearing in an instant before your eyes. He returned within seconds. You were alerted to his presence, not by the sight of him, but by the smell of whatever delectable substance he had brought with him.
Immediately, you began to salivate at a rate that you couldn't keep up with, the drool spilling over your lips unattractively as you sat up. Newfound energy spurred you on as you inhaled deeply, relishing in the scent. "What is that?" you asked, wiping the saliva away from your mouth with the back of your hand, only for it to be covered with spit once again in seconds. It seemed you couldn't control your salivary glands... or whatever it was that created saliva now that you weren't human.
"This will not satiate your hunger, but it will dull the pain," he replied, placing the wet slab of sustenance in your hands.
Ew. It was seriously disgusting, and yet... so tempting. You could feel the warm blood of the flesh spilling down past your fingers. The moment the meat made contact with your skin, your lips peeled back and your mouth opened involuntarily as sharp fangs pierced through your gums, replacing your previously dulled teeth.
Before you could act on your instincts, you held your breath, blocking the infatuating scent from your nose as you turned to Pennywise and asked, "Where did this come from?"
His expression quickly reflected disappointment and frustration as he curled his lip in annoyance. "It does not matter. Eat it." Similarl to what you felt when you first awoke, an intrusion of emotion spilled into your mind once again. The emotions didn't make any sense to you as you struggled to decipher them. Anger, impatience, concern, and so much more were making their way through your mind. It was difficult to focus enough to sift through the mess of feelings and repel the ones that didn't make any sense to you, still trying to concentrate on the situation before you.
"Is this a child?" you managed to ask, your voice shaking, not really wanting to know the answer as you lowered the meat from your lips. Every instinct was telling you to rip into it with your new fangs, but you managed to withhold.
Bewilderment briefly flicked across his face before he rolled his eyes and drew closer to you, nudging your hands closer to your mouth. "Feed. Now."
Shoving his hands away, you found yourself growling, the noise rising involuntarily from your chest, up through your throat, warning Pennywise to back off. It shocked you at first, but you held steady as he stepped back, heeding your warning. You couldn't help feeling a sense of delight as you realized that you were now just as dangerous as Pennywise and that you could probably do some serious damage to him if he continued to push you.
Switching focus, the pain ebbed through you once more, causing you to cease your warning growl and cringe in suffering. Softening your expression, you addressed him again. "Please, Penn. I can't eat a kid."
He huffed, growling in return before his rebuttal. "It's not a child. Are you so foolish to think that I do not know you well enough to anticipate that you would throw a tantrum if it were? You have to feed. Eat before I force it down your throat."
Wow. As affectionate as he could be, it was obvious that he still had little patience for resistance. However, instead of frightening you now, you felt a slight thrill from his threat. Great, apparently now you were a sadist. That was definitely something that you would have to explore at a later time.
Allowing yourself to inhale once again, you sniffed the meat hesitantly, drool spilling over your lips in anticipation. Before you could register your actions or maintain any kind of self-control, your teeth ripped into the tender tissue, the blood spilling down your throat soothingly as you tore off a chuck effortlessly. You chewed only for a moment before swallowing, savoring what you had expected to be the most flavorful meal that you had ever experienced. Instead, it was... underwhelming.
Much to your dismay, the flesh was bland, almost tasteless with a hint of bitterness as the meat remained on your tongue. The disappointment was evident on your face as Pennywise gauged your reaction carefully. "Without fear, there is no flavor," he commented, answering your unspoken question.
It was understandable now why Pennywise terrorized his victims before eating them. If he had to choose between eating boring, flavorless meat or a savory, delectable meal, it was obvious which he would choose.
Forcing yourself to ignore the bitterness, you swallowed the remainder of the bloody tissue, your hunger now satiated for the meantime and no longer causing painful tremors.
Once you licked the remaining blood from your fingers, you found yourself with replenished energy, experiencing a need to run and burn some of it off. Pennywise seemed to be able to read your desires just as well in your new body as he could in your previous one. His familiar smirk graced his lips as he waited for you to make the first move. It was then that a thought occurred to you. "Have you ever played Marco Polo?"
His face fell. Clearly, that's not what he was expecting, which only pleased you further. "What?"
"Marco Polo! You mostly play it in swimming pools, but you can pretty much play it anywhere-"
"I know what it is," he snapped, cutting you off.
No longer terrified of his quick temper, you bounced off of the bed and walked closer to him, only now realizing that he had clothed himself sometime during the span of time he had left to bring you food. Looking down at your own naked self, a strange sensation spilled down your spine. As if your body received an unspoken message from your brain, clothes suddenly appeared, covering you in your favorite apparel.
Smiling to yourself, pleased with how quickly your instincts were catching on, you gazed up at Pennywise, unable to hide your excitement. "Please, can we play? I have to run, or jump, or climb, or do something. We can do it in the sewers! It's like a maze down there, right?"
His forehead creased in concern at the mention of the sewers. The same strange feeling as before washed over you, and it was then that you realized that you were sensing Pennywise's emotions, just as he had done to you since you had known him. You now had the same ability to read him as well as he read you, and just the thought of it thrilled you. Unable to stop yourself, you lifted yourself up by your tip-toes and pressed your lips against his own pillowed ones, kissing him deeply.
Immediately the foreign emotions returned, swirling with your own and connecting the two of you as one entity as your bodies and minds made contact with one another. When you pulled back from him, despite wanting to inhale every part of him, he addressed your thoughts. "Yes, you have the capability to read me as I do you. Soon, verbal communication will not be needed."
Instead of replying to his comment, you leaned forward, your mouth almost touching his before you paused for a moment and giggled. "Catch me if you can."
Without waiting for a response, you turned your heel and ran down the landing and deeper into the cave, allowing your instincts to lead the way while you followed the smell of sewage, leading you to the maze beneath the town.
Pennywise's presence became less and less strong as you allowed your feet to carry you through the twists and turns of the pipes, having no concern for where you were headed. After all, you really didn't have anything to fear anymore. Worrying about what terrors awaited you in the darkness was a thing of the past. You were now the thing that people feared in the dark, and the power that came with that realization was more thrilling than you could have anticipated.
Finally allowing yourself to slow down, you paused, panting slightly with both excitement and breathlessness. You quieted your movements, listening intently for any kind of activity within the sewers. Other than the bugs, small critters, and droplets of water, no sound could be heard.
Pursing your lips, you soon grew impatient and wondered if Pennywise was waiting for you to begin. Since he was the one searching for you, regardless of the fact that he neglected to call out his portion of Marco, you thought you'd help him out by shouting out, "Polo!"
The moment the word fell from your lips, Pennywise appeared at your side out of nowhere, startling you as an embarrassing yelp escaped your throat. "Damn it, Pennywise!" you fumed, slapping his shoulder in frustration. "That's not how you play!"
Amusement flickered across his face before it was quickly covered with a different, unreadable emotion. You had intended to ask him what was wrong until a strong sense of malevolence fell over you, which you quickly realized wasn't your own. Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to understand why his demeanor changed so suddenly to one of such malice.
That's when it hit you.
The scent was overpowering as it flooded into your nostrils, igniting a primal flame that sparked an immediate physical reaction. Your hair stood on end while your fangs dropped down and your fingertips elongated into sharp, black talons, eager to rip into the flesh of your prey.
Your body started to shake as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and an image appeared before you. A small child - a little boy - was surrounded by giant, black spiders, crawling all over his skin, making their way into his ears, nose, and throat as he cried out in terror.
Your form was tingling, awaiting your permission to transform and copy the likeness of the terrifying spider in the little boy's mind, but you fought against it, not wanting to hurt the defenseless child.
"Let it consume you," Pennywise whispered into your ear, encouraging you to surrender to your vicious instincts. "You are the superior being. Take what it is that you so desperately crave." His words were like silk running along your skin, beckoning your compliance as you fell to your knees, still fighting to resist the urge to chomp onto the throat of the kid.
Eventually, your body won out, and you knew it was going to happen. You couldn't prolong it any further as you felt yourself shifting. Still maintaining focus, you struggled to alter your body's interpretation of what you were shifting into. Instead of mirroring the boy's fears exactly, you got creative.
Had you still been burdened with your human brain, there was no way that you could even begin to comprehend how your body reacted instinctively to what it needed to do to lure your prey. Your mind would surely implode trying to make sense of how you possibly knew what to do without any instruction or training from your mate. Yet, somehow, you were able to do it.
The odd sensation of your skin melting away and additional limbs sprouting from your abdomen was baffling. You started to shrink, smaller and smaller until you successfully achieved your end result. Instead of a gruesome eight-legged monster that was reflected in the boy's subconscious, you now appeared as a tiny, furry, non-threatening spider that couldn't possibly terrify anyone - even a child.
Hesitantly, you peered up at Pennywise with your eight beady little eyes. His expression was just as you anticipated. Even if you couldn't see him vividly in the dark with your new visual abilities, you sure as hell could feel his emotions. They were loud - as if he was shouting at you in your head. Shock, revulsion, and annoyance assaulted your mind as you awaited some kind of retaliation from your mate. Finally, he spoke, grinding his teeth as he struggled to form the words. "Even you couldn't be this naive." It was an insult, sure, but it could have been much worse, so you shrugged it off, secretly proud of yourself for surviving your first physical transformation.
Before your eyes, Pennywise changed shape, his form shifting aggressively until he was a ten-foot-tall ghastly-looking spider with dripping fangs and bright red eyes. Obviously, that wasn't what an actual spider looked like, and it was clear that he embellished for dramatic effect.
He urged you to follow his lead telepathically. Though he wasn't speaking in words, you could feel his desire for you to shift into a similarly horrifying spider.
Resistance was your first instinct, and it was clear that he didn't like your mental response from the way he shrieked with his spider-voice. All you wanted to do was to change back into your human form, but it seemed that you weren't able to do so on command yet, which frustrated you.
Panicking, you clairvoyantly requested help, hoping that Pennywise would take pity on you and assist you through the transition. The first time had been so instinctive and effortless. Now that you were fighting against your nature to devour a child, it was a lot more difficult to do.
Sensing your distress, Pennywise relented, finally shifting back to his clown form, peering down at you from above with his radiant yellow eyes. "Calm yourself," he insisted. "Clear your mind and envision what you want to become."
Taking a deep breath with your tiny spider lungs, you filtered out all of your concerns and concentrated only on your human appearance. It was the form that felt like home, and you wanted to return to it.
Flexing your limbs, you felt yourself changing back to your familiar self while the odd sensation of shifting spread throughout your body. In the blink of an eye, you were once again human. Or... so it appeared.
Turing to Pennywise, you gave him an apologetic glance, knowing that he was upset with you for not embracing your feral side. His face remained neutral, but you could still feel his disappointment in your mind. "Please... can we just go back to the cave? I don't want to hurt him, Pennywise. I'm not ready for that. I just... I can't."
Relief washed over you as you felt his anger dissipate as he stared at you, not wanting to push you to do something you truly didn't want.
His internal emotions betrayed him as he scowled at you, indicating that he was putting on a front of annoyance rather than understanding, which made you want to giggle, but you refrained. "You will not have the tolerance for tasteless food forever. I will not allow you to starve yourself before our long rest."
Oh. Yeah. You had almost forgotten that Pennywise slept for twenty-seven years or so at a time. Yikes. The thought of that shook you. Imagining how much the world would change around you before you woke up was jarring and it made you anxious. Your only solace was knowing that your family and the remaining inhabitants of Derry would be safe for another three decades, allowing them to live without the looming threat of being eaten alive. You had hoped that those who knew about Pennywise would all leave Derry and find a life somewhere else where they could be happy.
"You need to hunt," Pennywise insisted, breaking your concentration. His tone fell flat while you sensed his emotion. Clearly, he was not thrilled with what you were thinking. Crap. That was going to take some getting used to. "Come with me. I've lured another."
You followed him through the pipes away from the child and deeper into the maze of sewage. You halted when you smelled another human nearby. Once again your body shook as more images popped into your head. What you were smelling was an adult man, and through his subconscious you witnessed him assaulting and murdering a woman in cold blood.
Before you even had time to process, your body was changing. You had shifted into the woman whose life he took, covered in blood, tears streaming down your face. Pennywise grinned with delight as he saw how effortless the transition was. "Feed," was all he had to say before you tore past him with a speed that you never even knew was possible.
In a matter of seconds, you had reached where the man was drunkenly stumbling through the sewage. You could easily spot him in the darkness as you lurked in the shadows, contemplating your next move. "Hello!" he called out to no one. "I fuckin'... hiccup. I need some help down here!"
"Help?" you found yourself asking aloud in an unfamiliar voice, staring daggers at the man. "You didn't bother to help me when I was alone. Instead, you decided to rape and slaughter me. Why would I help you?"
Turning to face you, his once flushed face turned ghostly white as the blood drained from his features, sending a delicious sense of gratification up your spine. "...Mary? That's not possible. How... how are you here?"
"You did a bad thing, Nick. I've come to make sure you don't do anything like that ever again." You tried not to snicker at your own cheesy line of dialogue. Luckily, you were too caught up in the high to break character. It almost alarmed you how easy this was - taunting the man whose life you were about to take. Not only was there no hesitation, but there was no affliction either, which should have bothered you, but it didn't. The fear radiating off of him was intoxicating, and you wanted nothing more than to rip into his jugular and watch the life drain from his eyes.
The moment he turned to run, you made your move, crossing over to him in an instant, tearing into his back with your sharp claws. You then forcefully turned him over and gouged out his eyes before plucking them from his sockets and swallowing them whole, relishing in the flavor of fear that you hadn't realized you so desperately craved.
The man's cries soon died out as he choked on his own blood, leaving you to feast in peace. All of your previous inhibitions faded as you tore at the flesh and engulfed him greedily before you sensed that you were not alone. Turning swiftly, you noticed your mate peering down at your blood-soaked form, beaming with pride.
You extended your hand to him, covered in the blood of your victim, a silent invitation to join you. He grasped your hand and gladly helped you finish your meal, leaving nothing but specks of blood that lined the walls from your initial attack.
The two of you lock eyes with one another, an array of intense vibes coursing through the both of you. One sensation was vastly more prominent than the rest.
Lust.
You collided together, a mess of lips, teeth, tongue, saliva, and touches from every angle. It was difficult to tell who was who as you both struggled to kiss, lick, and stroke every part of one another, the blood of your victim smearing all over the both of you.
Suddenly, your surroundings seemed less than appealing for this kind of thing, You gently guided him away from you, asking him with your mind to teach you how to transport back to the cave where a welcoming bed awaited you.
He smirked, cupping your cheek in his hand before licking a strip across your bloody lips animalistically. "Close your eyes," he instructed. You immediately obeyed, feeling him maneuver around you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his lips to your ear, making you shiver. "Concentrate on where you want to go, and then feel yourself moving through space to your destination. When you see it in your mind, just... go."
Envisioning the cave, you forced your body to transport, feeling the familiar pressure that you had felt when Pennywise had previously transported you throughout town. It wasn't any more pleasant than it had been when you were human, but at least it didn't leave you feeling queasy afterwards.
The moment your feet touched the ground, you were scooped up and literally swept off of your feet. Pennywise had lost all patience as he carried you to the bed before tossing you roughly onto the surface. In an instant, he was covering your body with his, ripping your clothes from your body with his talons. You had wondered for a moment why he bothered to remove them from you when you could easily dissolve them away now, but judging by the look in his feral eyes, it was something that he had enjoyed.
When all the clothes were removed from the both of you, he kissed and licked down your arm and over your wrist until he reached the scar in the palm of your hand. His eyes met yours while the corners of his mouth lifted into a wicked grin as he bit down gently with his fangs, piercing your flesh.
Fully expecting to cringe from the pain, you were surprised to feel a pleasant tingling where his teeth broke the skin - no suffering at all. He lingered over the wound for a moment before retracting his fangs and lifting your hand for you to see his handiwork.
Thick, black blood started to elevate from your wound and raise into the air, just as you had seen Pennywise's do before when he was injured. It danced before you, lingering for a moment before dissipating into nothing.
Pennywise then took the opportunity to slide one of his hands up your back to the nape of your neck, awakening your carnal desires even further. A shiver traveled down your spine as he maneuvered behind you, kissing the top of your back longingly, letting his lips linger against your skin to savor the taste of you.
A distant memory crossed your mind then - one where you were afraid of Pennywise's urge for flesh consumption. Since you weren't exactly alike due to your different origins, you didn't know if you were still in danger of his insatiable appetite. Hesitantly, still distracted by his touch, you asked, "Penn... am I still a temptation for you?"
He hummed against you, still seemingly preoccupied with mouthing his way across your shoulders. Engrossed by his actions, you closed your eyes, losing yourself to his touch. The world around you started to fade into a haze, and all you wanted was to succumb to the abject pleasure.
Somehow maintaining what little composure you had left, you separated from him, stepping off of the bed and turning to face him. "I'm serious. Do you still want to eat me?"
His lips peeled back into another wicked smile as he eyed you for a moment, amused by your choice of words. He then adjusted himself so that his long legs shifted over the side of the bed as he faced you. "There are certainly parts of you that I still want to eat," he teased, earning an eager throb in your lower half. "But, no. I have no desire to consume your flesh and end your life."
Relieved, you immediately moved closer and slid onto his lap, straddling him so that he could feel your heat pressing down on him. Running one of your hands down his side, he shivered as you teased around his hip.
He leaned in closer to you then, his lips practically touching your ear. "Now, it's my turn to play a game." Too quick for you to react, he gripped your legs and stood up, spinning around and setting you on the bed while he lingered in between your legs, towering over you with his alarming height.
Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you raised an eyebrow at him. His games never ended well. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
"I'm going to feel you," he insisted, trailing the pads of his fingers over your arms. "I'm going to kiss you," he continued to inform you as he pressed his pillowed lips against your own needy ones in a brief kiss before making his way down your jaw. "And I'm going to pleasure you." He paused, letting his tongue trail languidly over the skin of your neck as his hand reached up to playfully pinch the apex of your breast earning a groan from you. "If you make any noise... you suffer the consequences."
Huffing, you replied, "You're twisted, Penn." His eyes searched yours, awaiting your permission before continuing. You then cracked a promiscuous smile as you arched into him in response. "Do it."
Returning your smile, Pennywise slid down your body, an eager purr resonating from his throat. His lips caressed your chest, then down to your abdomen, soft and light. Your entire body started to tingle, your breath rapid as you wondered whether or not intimate interactions with Pennywise were going to feel like they did when you were human.
Distracting you, he continued to lower himself down between your legs as his lips brushed against your thigh. Even though it felt nice, you refused to make any sound of satisfaction.
With a grin, he moved higher, his tongue tracing your skin, his jagged teeth dropping down from his gums and running the sharp ends along your flesh. Heat started to build deep in your core, your stomach fluttering while your body strained with growing pleasure, but still, you managed to stay quiet.
Moving in deeper, he elongated his tongue, caressing and stroking just above where you wanted him most, bringing his hand up to trace along your inner thigh. The simple feeling of his body against yours was incredible, almost staggering. You two were connected on a significantly deeper level, and you felt it in every fiber of your being.
Finally, he dipped his tongue to circle your needy bundle of nerves, the rough texture of his rolling muscle adding the friction that you so desperately craved. Your toes curled as you sucked in a quick breath, the pleasure growing uncontrollably. Still, somehow you resisted, biting your lip hard - so hard that you began to taste blood, using every ounce of will you had not to make a sound.
At the smell of blood in the air, Pennywise's eyes flashed up to meet yours, his sultry smile spreading widely. You then felt his thoughts enter your subconscious, silently beckoning you to open yourself to his essence so that he could infiltrate you further in a way that you couldn't possibly have experienced when you were human. What he was asking for wasn't a physical alteration, but a mental one, which you were still having difficulties understanding.
Not sure if you were doing it correctly, you allowed your inner walls to crumble, removing any remaining resistance you had to Pennywise's exploration into your mind. You could feel his essence crawling up your body from within as if he had control over every cell that made up your new physical body. It began nesting itself in every crevice of your nerves, bathing you in warmth and sensual bliss. Just when you thought you couldn't feel any more pleasure from his cognitive exploration, he added a stimulating physical sensation as well, vibrating his tongue against your clit while he plunged two fingers into your opening, hitting your g-spot dead on.
That did it. A moan escaped your lips, almost a scream as you succumbed to the pleasure, and Pennywise took the opportunity to strike. His head swiveled to the side as he sank his teeth deep into your thigh, ripping through your tender skin. Rather than flinch from the attack, his assault on your flesh felt euphoric. Slumping back onto the bed writhing, your body was consumed with ecstasy, pain, and bliss, all at once. Blood was trickling from the wound and floating into the air as he continued to lap at you, his fingers still hard at work inside of your heat.
"D... don't stop... don't..." you pleaded, digging your nails into his shoulders. The circular motion of his fingers became tighter and faster, until a pulse of ecstasy exploded across your body, crashing through you like a tidal wave and drawing out your climax. The sensation of it all was similar, and yet vastly different compared to any orgasm that you had experienced as a human. Rather than just a physical high, your mind and nerves were electrified and throbbing with satisfaction that shook you to your core. You felt as though you were drugged in the way that your consciousness was muddled and tangling itself within Pennywise's own psyche. Unsure as to whether or not the essence inside of you was a soul, or something else entirely, it was like your inner beings had mated as well - not just your physical bodies.
Refusing to let you recover from the intensity of your orgasm, he hastily pulled himself up towards you, his mouth meeting yours and you tasted your own blood dripping from his lips. Instead of being disgusted, you grabbed him and drew him closer.
His hands roamed your body as you continued kissing, his caresses gentle against your skin. You lost yourself in his touch, falling under the warm glow of pleasure that washed over you from his essence, still lingering in your body and mind.
Sitting up, his body began to shift. At first, he appeared to be returning to his clown form, until his lips cracked open and his skull started to split, revealing continuous rows of teeth trailing down his throat into what appeared to be an endless void. Your first instinct was to look away as you had previously done as a human, seeing first-hand what it had done to others, but the lights dancing in front of you beckoned you to remain where you were, basking in the warmth they provided.
Something stirred within you, awakening an urge to physically open yourself up to him as he had done. Allowing your form to follow its instincts, you opened your mouth, shocked at the way your jaw unhinged and your skin continued to peel back past its previous limits when you were only human. A similar effect that you had felt from Pennywise started to rise from your chest and up your throat as you put yourself on display to your mate, longing for him in a way you hadn't known you could.
Suddenly, his lights started to rise from his throat and emerge out of his head into the space above him. Willing yourself to follow suit, you felt your Deadlights unhinge and levitate from your body, answering the call of Pennywise's lights alluring your own.
Once they reached the same height, they started to circulate each other, the pace quickening until it became one ring of intensity, illuminating the darkness of the cave around you. There was no plausible way to describe the way your Deadlights interacted with each other as they blended into one entity. It was a connection on a completely different level; something that a human mind could never possibly comprehend. It felt as though your entire being was floating and the only thing anchoring you to your life force was Pennywise. He was everything to you, and nothing else held any form of significance.
It was then that you realized what you had experienced was another kind of mating ritual. Before Pennywise could penetrate your new physical form, he had to win you over with his internal self, which you had happily accepted and reciprocated. He had exposed the most intimate part of himself to you, and not only did you see it first-hand, but you also touched that part of him, intertwining yourself in it, showing him that you were a part of him now - forever and always.
Unexpectedly, your physical body started to tremble beneath your lights, intensifying the need for Pennywise to physically satisfy you just as he had just satiated your soul - or whatever it was that you consisted of. A few moments later, the both of you pulled back your lights and returned to your usual form - you in your human skin and Pennywise in his clown attire. Unable to hold yourself back after what you had just experienced, you pounced on top of him then, earning a surprised huff from your mate as he hit the bed, sprawled out beneath you.
Taking advantage of his position, you dug your talons into his chest, feeling the soft flesh tear beneath your nails, to which Pennywise growled with need, gripping your hips tightly. You ground yourself down on him, feeling his manhood swell against you.
Before you could take further advantage, Pennywise sprouted four additional appendages, his maroon-colored tendrils wrapping themselves around you, their touch leaving a tingling and pleasant sensation on your skin.
They enveloped you as they tangled around your breasts, flicking and rubbing your nipples, adding to your pleasure. Squirming against him, you carded your fingers through his hair, tugging roughly, encouraging him.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
"So, so good," you replied, your breathing staggered, rocking your hips against his.
More tendrils made their way across your thighs and towards your dripping core. "And this?" he asked as his appendages pressed against your throbbing clit, massaging at a rugged and fast pace.
You threw your head back, releasing a noise that you couldn't possibly have made as a human, which earned a chuckle from Pennywise, spurring him on further.
He thrust his hips up, motioning for you to brace yourself to accommodate him. You clutched his arms tightly as though they were the last thing anchoring you to this world before you were consumed by passion entirely.
You pressed down, leaning in closer until your chests were against one another. The familiar sensation of the tiny tendril emerging from his leaking tip coiled against you until it burrowed itself deep into your throbbing core, leading the way for Pennywise's blunt, flared head eagerly pressing against your entrance.
"I love you," you murmur, staring longingly into his bright blue eyes.
He didn't speak it back to you. Instead, you were flooded with emotion and a sense of yearning, passion, and something you couldn't describe but felt more strongly than you were prepared for. It flooded through you, earning a choked sob from the back of your throat as you held back tears. You never knew that Pennywise was capable of loving anyone or anything so deeply, but you could actually, literally feel it at that moment as he shared that part of himself with you.
Not one to dwell on tender moments, Pennywise gave you no time to get too emotional over his apparent devotion to you as he snapped his hips up, penetrating you brutally, filling you to the brim. You arch into him, drawing him deeper, your new body not needing any time to adjust to his size and texture.
He hunched forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his pace quickened. You clutched him tighter as you moved harder and faster, hips rolling as you both lost yourself in each other.
"Fuck! Pennywise, yes. Just like that..." you cried out, chasing after your high, feeling his carnal need circulate throughout your body and mind.
You fall perfectly in sync with him, mirroring his movements and melding with his body. Soon, energy swelled within you, mixing with Pennywise's desire to envelop the both of you with euphoric bliss. You looked down and saw that your physical bodies were almost literally melting away and revealing the tiny beads of light that were cracking through your skin, threatening to burst through at any moment. The lights seemed to intertwine with one another between the two of you, forming one living entity.
Your body was consumed with utter pleasure, your thighs cramping and your claws digging into Pennywise's muscles, shredding the surface of his skin. The old you would have felt badly and pulled back the moment you saw the damage, but you knew that you weren't seriously injuring him, and you could tell that he liked it rough.
Bewilderment overtook you as you felt what was probably the equivalent to your cervix open up as Pennywise's monster cock nestled at the opening, burying itself inside of you while he stilled for a moment. Your eyes met his, silently questioning why he stopped as he bared his teeth at you, holding your hips still as he trembled violently beneath you.
It was then you felt a chilled substance lining the walls of your cervix, latching onto whatever crevice inside of you that it could. Pennywise sensed your confusion as you wondered if this was what it felt like now when he climaxed. With a strained groan as he continued to empty himself into you, he muttered, "Breeding..."
Abhorrence was riddled across your features as realization hit you. Could Pennywise impregnate you now? Was this seriously now a possibility? Did they even make condoms for alien dicks? This wasn't something that you had anticipated, and it definitely wasn't anything that you were ready for. You had barely just begun this new life, there was no way that you could possibly tend to another helpless being when you were so desperately trying to survive yourself.
Pennywise sensed your distress as his length softened inside of you, no longer filling you with his seed. You picked up on the disappointment in his thoughts immediately upon gauging your own reaction to his infiltration on your womb. "You don't desire offspring." It wasn't a question. He was verbally making an observation of your thoughts.
"I don't know..." you stammered, still trying to comprehend what kind of offspring Pennywise would spawn. "I mean... maybe someday, but clearly I'm not ready."
A flicker of hope trailed over his essence as you picked up on it immediately before it was masked by more consuming lust as his eyes trailed over your body. In the confusion, you had forgotten that you hadn't finished.
Unlike a human, Pennywise's refractory period was non-existent. He enabled his length to swell with need once again as it sheathed itself inside of you, earning a flutter from your inner walls as he began to move once more, thrusting in and out of you violently. It only took another few moments before a flash of rapturous bliss surged throughout your form, starting from your lower half, and tangling itself in every fiber that you were now made of. The feeling was beyond ecstasy - beyond anything you've ever imagined. It was like there was a supernova inside of you - like you were burning into nothing from within until all that was left was a fading memory of what was.
It felt like forever until you finally came to, seemingly passing out from the intensity of your second climax/ Hunched over onto Pennywise, you were breathing rapidly as you felt him try to catch his breath beneath you as well.
Cupping his face in your hand, you kissed his lips softly, which he returned just as tenderly. "Holy shit," you laughed, pulling back to see him smiling back at you. "That was... I don't even have words."
"That was an enjoyable experience for me as well," he revealed, indicating that he had never mated in that way before.
He gripped your waist and maneuvered you so that you were nestled next to his side rather than on top of him. "It's time," he insisted, brushing a few stray hairs away from your face.
You wanted to argue and express your concerns, but you had absolutely no energy left, leaving you to succumb to whatever he wanted. Your limbs were heavy and you could hardly keep your eyes open any longer. The intensive mating drew every last ounce of vitality from you as you began to yield to the weakness overcoming your essence.
He kissed your temple gently, whispering against your skin, "We'll be fine here. Our powers will prevent anyone from finding us until we wake."
Using all of your remaining energy, you gazed up at him, coaxing him closer with your mind for another kiss. He smirked as he complied, kissing you deeply before pulling back and resting against you, relishing in your touch. He then began to purr, the vibrations soothing you as he sang softly in an eerie and familiar tune, "Down we go, down we go. To sink together as Deadlights glow. Now we rest in the cave below, and when we wake, Derry will woe."
His song concerned you, but now wasn't the time to address it. You had the rest of forever to find a way to live with Pennywise's animalistic nature, and you were determined to find the best outcome for the both of you to live in a way that wasn't destructive to the rest of the world. Instead, all you managed to say in return was, "Sink with me."
You felt his lips pull into a grin against your temple as he relished in your words. "Forever," he promised.
Much to your surprise, you started to instinctively purr as well, perfectly at ease as your world started to fade away into darkness. Fulfilled, happy, and content, you were able to rest, knowing that your mate would always be by your side. Finally, after all this time, he had shared with you what lies beneath.