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You slept in Pennywise’s strong grip, feeling comforted rather than trapped. When the sun rose, he still wouldn’t let go of you. You eventually had to explain to him that you needed to use the bathroom and eat breakfast, so he finally released you. You spent most of the day resting after the eventful night you’d had. Whenever you awoke to check if the entity was still there, you saw either Bob or Pennywise and you felt soothed by Its presence as you eased back into slumber.
Later that day, it was a bizarre moment when you realized you had to go grocery shopping despite having a reality-shattering experience last night with an otherworldly clown entity. When you told Pennywise you had to go shopping, he said he’d go eat, and you got the impression he didn’t eat food you could buy from a grocery store; you chose not to ask for details.
After arriving back at your late uncle’s house, you felt lonely in the silence and stillness until that night when Bob let himself in the front door. As soon as he came into the house, he swiftly found you at the bathroom mirror and wrapped his arms around you, sniffing your neck while you finished drying your face. He shifted into his clown form and revelled in the scent of your neck again. The entity was still comparing your reactions to Bob and Pennywise as part of its study of you.
To It, your scent was more warm and honey-like when you interacted with Bob versus more woody when you interacted with Pennywise. Both scents had a sweet blossom note, and It wasn’t sure which version it enjoyed more. The way you smelled was addictive, because of your love for It.
Once you were tired enough to sleep that night, you got into bed and held out your hands, beckoning Pennywise to hold you again overnight.
~ ~ ~
The next day, you were sitting on Pennywise’s lap on a chair in the living room. He was sniffing and licking your neck while holding you tightly so your back was pressed against him. You wriggled your butt as you started to crave feeling him between your legs. You breathed heavily and squirmed until Pennywise chuckled in amusement; thankfully, he grasped your hips and adjusted you on his lap so you were directly on the hard bulge in his satiny costume. Pennywise’s hands started to move up your thighs, pushing the hem of your sundress up.
There was a knock on the front door, which caused you to nearly panic. You sincerely hoped no one had looked through the window and found you writhing on a strange clown’s lap. At your sudden anxiety, Pennywise rumbled threateningly, as if wanting to rip apart whoever interrupted you.
You jumped off Pennywise’s lap and went towards the door, then you turned back nervously; he was Bob now, which was more socially acceptable, except he still had an erection.
“Um, wait there.” You said, then you answered the door despite being a breathless, flushed mess. It was the real estate agent you’d talked to previously about selling your late uncle’s property.
“Oh hi.” You said.
“Hello. Is this a bad time?” He asked.
“Uh, no, it’s fine.” You lied.
“I’ve got the forms for you to sign, then we can put it on the market probably tomorrow.” The agent said cheerfully.
Your heart dropped into your stomach and you froze, so he gave you a puzzled look.
“That’s good news. You’ll be able to sell it and go back home.” He mansplained to you.
“I know, it’s just…I’m having second thoughts.” You said.
“What?! You’re gonna keep it? It’ll be a money pit, besides, you said you didn’t have any other family here or anything.” The agent tried to persuade you.
Bob came up beside you, glaring at the real estate agent, “Let her decide.”
When you first came to Derry, you wanted to sell your late uncle’s house and leave as soon as possible, but now you couldn’t imagine leaving Derry and Pennywise/Bob. You’d fallen in love.
“I’ve decided not to sell.” You asserted.
“I think that’s a mistake, financially, and I mean, we’ve done all the paperwork already. We’ve been waiting for this.” The agent pressured.
“She made her choice. I think it’s a mistake for you to keep pressuring her.” Bob threatened, looming over the shorter man standing on the porch.
The real estate agent stared into Bob’s eyes for a few moments, then he nodded and walked away, apologizing.
You closed and locked the door, then you turned around and it was Pennywise behind you.
“Thanks for your support.” You said.
“You’re going to stay?” Pennywise said.
“I’ll stay. I want to be with you.” You said.
The clown’s eyes turned bright green, then he pulled you to him and breathed deeply to enjoy his favourite scent—your love.
“Pennywise, can we pick up where we left off before the interruption?” You said.
He giggled deviously, “Oh yesss. I believe you were squirming on my lap. Come here, darling, come to Pennywise.”
His tone was dark but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you; he carried you like a weightless doll and sat on the sofa, with you atop his lap with your back to him.
“Touch me, please.” You purred.
Pennywise’s two gloved fingertips playfully walked down your thigh and danced near your knee.
You giggled but then guided his hand up under your sundress, “No, here.”
“Oh.” He responded, feigning ignorance.
The clown’s fingers wiggled across your clit; you weren’t wearing underwear, since you’d been hoping to be intimate with him today. You felt him become hard against your butt. If anyone else knocked on the door, you were going to scream and let Pennywise destroy them. Pennywise moved his fingertips down and dipped into you, then lifted his hand in front of you, and you both looked at the sticky wetness on his gloved fingers.
“Hmm, you’re almost dripping on Pennywise…drip drip drip…” He rumbled quietly next to your ear, then he licked his glove.
“You make me wet.” You said breathily.
“More than Bob?” He asked amusedly.
“…Maybe.” You said shyly.
“Oho! You naughty girl. Craving old Pennywise.” He responded humorously.
You were done joking around, though. You lifted your dress and began grinding on his crotch.
“I want you to fill me up like you did the other night. Make me soaking wet. I wanna feel it pour out of me again.” You said wantonly.
Pennywise sniffed your neck and hair; to It, your lust and arousal made a spicier version of its favourite love scent. He lost his composure and ripped your dress off, literally tearing it apart, leaving you naked on his lap.
As much as you enjoyed when Pennywise took you from behind the other night, you wanted to face him during sex this time, so you turned towards him. He was puzzled at first about what you were trying to do, but then he grasped your waist and helped you maneuver into straddling his lap. You made eye contact and his bright, glowing green eyes turned yellow as soon as you pressed yourself against the bulge in his pants.
“I want it like this, so I can look at you.” You purred.
“If you get frightened, close your eyes…You know I find your fear too distracting.” Pennywise said.
You nodded.
Pennywise reached down between your bodies and lifted the costume’s tunic up to his waist, followed by pulling the trousers down to reveal his cock. It looked human, probably because It was appearing that way for you. He held his cock while you rubbed yourself on the tip, which became slippery with your combined arousal. Your legs trembled and the clown let you repeat the movement over and over.
Your cheeks warmed and your insides tightened pleasurably as you neared your first climax. Pennywise’s luminous yellow eyes slowly travelled down your front to take in the sight of you gliding back and forth, rubbing your clit on the head of his cock. Pennywise shuddered and breathed harder, showing he was just as aroused by this as you were.
“Do you want me to make a mess right now, little darling?” He asked with a slightly delirious giggle, “Because I’m dangerously close.”
At that, you clutched the fabric of the ruffle around his neck and orgasmed on his lap. Pennywise growled and lifted you up by your hips so your intimate parts weren’t touching; he clearly needed a break from the stimulation so that he wouldn’t come yet.
As you were catching your breath, the clown’s gloved hand grasped the back of your neck and pulled you close enough to sniff and nibble your throat. His warm tongue lengthened and slithered around your neck, then retracted, moving down between your breasts.
It was strange to have your breasts in Pennywise’s face and yet feel the tip of his tongue start to lap at your entrance. You gasped, which made the clown chuckle mischievously for a moment, then his tongue disappeared back into his mouth. His hand pulled the back of your neck like he was grabbing the scruff of a small animal, creating distance between you. Pennywise’s glowing yellow eyes met your gaze.
“Look down.” Pennywise grinned deviously.
You did as he said, and you blushed as you realized his human cock was now a white alien-like appendage, glistening and wet all over, with a reddish tip that was more pointed than a human’s. It reminded you of a popsicle.
“Want to try it?” He asked, tilting his head curiously.
You felt slightly nervous in your stomach, “I want to, just…go slow, please.”
“Touch it.” He coaxed.
You reached down between your bodies and timidly ran a fingertip up the shaft of it; the fluid was viscous but slippery enough that you could imagine it would feel good. Pennywise shivered pleasurably from your touch, and his response reminded you of how much you wanted him. Your lower abdomen and inner walls clenched with arousal.
“What’s the most sensitive part?” You asked softly, teasing the red tip.
The clown shook beneath you, breathing heavier.
“I think I found it…” You smirked.
“Yes.” He almost hissed.
You lightly guided his cock towards you and noticed a slit at the tip.
“This is where it will shoot out when you come inside me?” You asked, gently sliding your thumb along the slit.
You thought you went too far when Pennywise rumbled a demonic growl, but when you looked at his face, he was so desperately lustful, he was drooling. You were making him practically melt with pleasure. The cock in your hand secreted more fluid from the shaft, too, further wetting your palm.
“Please, I can’t wait any longer.” The clown pleaded, releasing the back of your neck from his grasp.
You’d reduced the otherworldly entity to begging for sex. This could be your proudest moment.
“Poor Pennywise.” You giggled lightly, then you positioned yourself, lining up with the tip of his unusual cock.
You lowered, making him enter you gradually as you rocked up and down. This elicited a sound like a moan crossed with a deep purr from his throat. When he twitched and bucked his hips, he easily slipped deeper because of how wet you both were.
“Oh my god…it feels…oh, fuck me, Pennywise.” You said breathily.
The clown took hold of your waist and began helping you move on his lap. The loud wet sounds made you blush, but they served to arouse both of you to new heights, and you and Pennywise quickly became frantic.
You shared sloppy kisses, panting breaths and then you caught a glimpse of a monstrous mouth, all pointed fangs in front of your face. You squealed in a moment of fear when the sharp points latched onto your throat; you froze, but then there was a warning grunt from the entity and you recalled that you’d better not get too frightened.
You realized the teeth were just holding you in place rather than injuring you, so you took a breath and focused on the sensation of the slippery cock still thrusting in and out of your tense body. You relaxed around him again and for some reason, you were suddenly close to climaxing. It was the thrill of being held in the entity’s jaws while he fucked you in some kind of mating ritual.
Your mewling spurred Pennywise to set a very fast pace. You felt warm drool going down your neck and over your breasts, and your inner thighs becoming wet. He was making a mess of you, just like you wanted.
You whimpered weakly and then cried out as you reached your orgasm. Your walls squeezed Pennywise for his final few thrusts, then you felt the warm, full sensation of his cum, along with the pulsing of his cock inside you. The fluid leaked out around his cock, slicking your thighs and his own, and probably drenching the couch below.
You were overwhelmed by the warm wetness, the low growling causing vibrations throughout your torso as the fangs were still on your neck, and the way his cock almost slithered against your walls as he softened. You had another orgasm on the tail end of your previous one, then you were left trembling and nearly slumped on the clown’s lap.
Several long moments later, the pointed fangs released your throat and you felt soft lips on your forehead; you opened your eyes and looked at Pennywise, who sniffed your hair, face and neck.
“You still feel love.” He noted, based on your scent.
“Yes.” You said.
You felt like you were going to be glued together if his cum dried, so you gently lifted off him and stood on shaky legs while you surveyed the iridescent bright white mess. You figured you should probably stop having sex with Pennywise on furniture, but oh well, it was worth it.
“I should clean up—” You were saying, but the entity’s long, thick tongue licked up your legs, swiftly cleaning you of his release.
“Oh…” You watched him lick himself and the couch clean. Perhaps that was part of the mating ritual.
“Um, Pennywise…”
“Yes?” He responded after finishing the cleanup.
“Does that…does it contain…your…sperm?” You asked shyly as you gingerly sat down beside him on the couch.
“Yes.” He said.
“Will I, uh, is it possible to get pregnant from it?” You asked, blushing.
“No, interspecies mating doesn’t produce offspring. I would use this fluid to fertilize my own eggs, if I wanted to reproduce.” Pennywise told you.
“Um, wow. Okay. Interesting.” You were unsure of what to say in response to something like that.
“You prefer male forms like Bob, so I choose to use male anatomy with you.” He explained.
“You must be able to fertilize a lot of eggs, with such a large amount of fluid…”
“Of course. I could produce many eggs and fertilize all of them.” He said.
“…So you weren’t ever human?”
“No. Bob was a human I encountered and I found his form very useful. I won’t say any more than that, because I fear you would no longer be able to feel love for me.” He told you.
Your mind raced with questions and possibilities, but you decided to respect the boundary. It was probably best that you didn’t know more about this entity and what had happened to human Bob.
“Okay.” You agreed.
~ ~ ~
That night, Pennywise switched to Bob and he was watching you eat an apple as a snack.
“You don’t need to eat?” You asked.
Bob shook his head and continued gazing at you interestedly.
“How about we watch a show together? Have you ever watched any shows?” You said.
“Only fleeting moments in passing. Shows are of no consequence to me.” He responded.
When he noticed your face fall disappointedly, he added, “But I’d like to try to watching something with you.”
“Yeah? Okay, come with me.”
You threw out the apple core and took Bob into the living room, where you put a blanket over the slight couch stain from earlier and sat down together. You put on a baking competition show and amusedly awaited Bob’s reaction. He was silent, absorbing everything.
“You could probably be on this show with your fantastic muffins.” You smiled at him.
“I wouldn’t want to, but thanks.” He said, and you giggled.
As time passed, you gradually moved closer until you were snuggled against Bob’s side and he put his arm around you. It felt almost like you were a normal human couple.
“Bob…” You began.
“Hm?”
“It seems like I’ve taken you away from your reality, not the other way around. Are you okay with all this?” You said.
“I’m okay with it. I found my favourite scent…you, and your love for me. But please don’t expect me to live as a human all the time.” He said.
“I don’t expect you to. I respect what you are. I don’t want a regular human boyfriend.” You told him sincerely.
Bob’s greyish green eyes widened subtly.
“Am I your…non-human boyfriend?” He asked.
“Yes? I hope?” You said uncertainly.
Bob nodded, “I’ve never been a boyfriend before. What do I do?”
“Just do what you’ve been doing. You don’t have to change anything.” You said, smiling at his adorably worried expression.
“Alright.” He agreed.
(To Be Continued…)