The Talk (Tombert)
June 2001
Looking at his ever-changing form in the mirror was not something the seven-foot eldritch did often, but the surprising appearance of a black eye had been reason enough for Pennywise to do so. After probing the small purple bruise with hesitant claws, he discerned that it was obviously non-fatal and would heal in the next few hours. He forced himself back into his smaller human form and grabbed a pair of aviators from his mate’s dresser. Henry had given them to him for Christmas one year and he’d only worn them a few times. Pennywise grumbled at them despite their neutral mirror-like appearance.
Hermione would know something was wrong because he didn’t usually wear sunglasses of any kind, and the reason for that was mostly because she was so enraptured by his cobalt blue eyes. This was something she reminded him of very often, especially when they made love.
She would hold his face in her hands and kiss him with her eyes wide open and cross-eyed. It was one of the infinite number of things he liked about her. Even thirteen years later, his mate was just as delicious as the day he first tasted her sweet lips. After all, being immortal tended to do that sort of thing.
Bill Gray’s jeans tightened at the memories still fresh in his mind after so long and the eldritch winced further, reminding himself of his other problem at hand. Well… they were both really just one big problem split into two pained body parts. The short story is that he was unbelievably horny, as he often was whenever Hermione was pregnant, and the other short story was that he needed to have a few choice words with his youngest son.
In all honesty, the root of the longer problem started when Hermione announced in the middle of December that she was ready to bear another clutch for him. By no stretch of the imagination was this a surprise to Pennywise. He’d seen his mate’s silent battle with the so-called “empty-nest syndrome” during their children’s first year of schooling at Ilvermorny, and even then halfway through their second, so he could tell that she was ready, and so was he for that matter.
Having their large home all to themselves was lonely despite having each other. Hermione still worked full-time at the wizarding hospital in Salem and Henry had long since moved out, the now-twenty-eight-year-old living on his own and dating a lovely woman from New York. He would pop by to see them every few months or so, but he had gradually become more distant over the last seven years since he’d graduated from college. Lastly, of course, his stay-at-home dad job was now useless and left him bored more than anything, and when Pennywise got bored, bad things had a tendency to happen to good people.
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At the time, Pennywise had been ecstatic about having more babies around for him to raise with Hermione, and he’d gladly bred her up once more, taking another three days to make sweet depraved love to her until she could no longer walk without a major limp. Unfortunately, however, her heat had taken place over their children’s Christmas Break, so all five of them were at home and they had obviously noticed when Hermione wasn’t leaving their bedroom, or their bed.
While all of their children had walked in on a few suspect scenes between them over the years, they’d been taught at an early age to knock before entering a room and they’d been taught to use silencing charms as soon as they were allowed wands. Unfortunately, these things were rather moot when Penelope knew even before they’d had sex most times, so she learned to steer clear of her parents when the time of Hermione’s ovulation came, cloistering herself away in her own room and putting up as many sound barriers as she could despite having her mind picking up much of their lecherous thoughts. Rose and Hugo’s senses were dull enough to be practically blind to the pheromones and most of the smells, but they also knew to put up sound barriers after hearing enough one too many times. Robert, Pennywise’s little ‘problem child’, his mini-me, was where things began to go wrong, because Robert became very interested in what they were doing.
Perhaps it had started out as concern and protectiveness for Hermione, but Robert didn’t want to leave her sight after the first couple of nights of her not tucking him in. On the third night, he knocked on their door just as Pennywise was about to climax inside her. It was a definite mood-killer that left both he and Hermione frustrated and embarrassed. Hermione had quickly cleaned the sheets and clothed them both in pajamas just as he opened the door, revealing the curious red-haired pre-teen.
Pennywise had scowled at the boy standing before him before reluctantly letting his son into their partially destroyed room, ignoring Robert’s wide-eyed gawks at the cracked furniture and disarray of pillows as he stalked back to his mate. Hermione was laying placidly against her pillows closest to the wall and furthest from the door. At the sight of Robert, she sat up and moved closer, leaving the “most protected part of the bed,” as the clown had dubbed her side of the mattress, which was up against the wall, for her “baby,” as Hermione still fondly dubbed Robert even after twelve years. Her nesting instinct had kicked in, urging her to move her young to the safest place despite the only supposed threat being her youngest son’s bad dreams.
Robert had inherited his father’s gangly long and thin limbs, and yet he was holding his own mate in his arms like the other boy weighed nothing. Tom was out like a light and curled tightly into the other’s grasp, slightly twitching from the lack of warmth. Pennywise shook his head at the sight, knowing full well that his son had simply dragged Tom from his own warm bed and brought him over to them just so they could still be in the same room.
“You are being selfish, Junior,” he quietly chided Robert who bristled at the comment, “A good mate values their other half’s comfort over all else, and you have taken yours away by bringing him along to what? Be your security blanket? He’s not an object, pup. Be glad he sleeps like the dead because if not, he wouldn’t be very happy with you, now would he? Would you want that?” the clown had hissed, making sure his slack-jawed son understood what he was getting at.
Hermione’s sharp voice cut through Robert’s shocked submissiveness, “Lay off of him a little bit, Penn. It’s too early for this and I still remember a certain someone dragging me down to the sewers of Derry because he was feeling nervous. If you’re going to deliver a life lesson, don’t make it a hypocritical one, prat…” she muttered, rolling away from the three males, “C’mon Bobby, bring Tom over and lay him down against the wall and slide in next to me… There we go… Penn, are you coming back to bed, or not?”
Pennywise had come back to bed, feeling his pride hurt a little bit, but that quickly went away when Robert began wriggling around and sniffing, nearly pushing Hermione back into his side of the bed. He cradled his mate against him as they both waited for their more rambunctious son to settle down. Watching the boy struggle to understand their sex pheromones brought the possessive side of himself close to the surface and the urge to kick his son, and by extent, Tom, out of the room became stronger.
“It smells strange here…” Robert finally laid flat on the bed, looking up at his parents, “It smells really good…” he looked down and both adults noticed a certain new tent in the covers, “I feel funny…”
“Err… Penn… Umm...” Hermione helplessly floundered for a suitable explanation to give to her twelve-year-old son as Pennywise instead reached over and grabbed the sleeping Tom before walking out of the room, leaving a squawking Robert and mortified Hermione behind.
The boy gave chase and caught up with his father as the latter was tucking Tom back into his bed. Pennywise turned to his son before walking him downstairs to their living room. When both of them were seated on the couch, he began speaking.
“Congrats, Junior,” he hissed tiredly, rubbing his face in disbelief for having “the talk” at this time of night, “You’ve got your first erection.”
“What?” Robert’s eyes widened as he fearfully looked down at his tented boxers, “Am I gonna die?” his eyes began to water as he tugged on his red tufty hair, a nervous habit that both he and Hermione were still trying to get him to break.
Pennywise nearly face-palmed but instead let out a long breath, “No, but sometimes it will feel like it…” he muttered passive-aggressively, remembering all the times his little witch denied his needs over the years. There weren’t many such instances, but there were too many for his liking.
Luckily, Robert’s fear was enough for his cock to become flaccid once again, and for that the older eldritch was grateful. The last thing he wanted to do was show his son how to masturbate, but he had the feeling he would at least need to explain the mechanics of what was going on with his body. He exasperatedly scratched at his head, ruffling up his own red tufts.
“Dad?” Pennywise’s amber orbs locked with his son’s identical ones, belatedly realizing they were sitting in complete darkness even though their biologies made that fact inconsequential.
“What?” he crossed his arms and leaned back into his side of the couch.
“What was that smell… from before?”
“Those were sex pheromones…” he winced as Robert tilted his head in curiosity, his now blue eyes shining in the darkened living room.
“What are para-phones?” the boy pouted as he tried out the new word on his dark tongue.
“Pheromones are a chemical given off by something to make another act a certain way. That’s how your mother explained it to me, anyway. My… sweat is what you could smell,” he lied, not ready to reveal that aspect of his inky black seed. “You’ll start making them too, in a few years or so,” he explained stiffly, remembering his lonely youth and his harsh learning curve of controlling his hunger pheromones. He’d nearly starved on a few occasions and he was glad that his son wouldn’t go through the same pain and confusion.
“Oh… why?” Robert looked at his father’s sweat-soaked arms and neck, nodding at each before looking back up at his father’s red face.
“My deadlights think your mother doesn’t like me and the pheromones are their way of making her like me again.”
“But Mommy loves you! She tells you every day… Why would you think that?” his little baby blues began to well up with confused tears and Pennywise set his large hands on the boy’s shoulders.
“I know she does, Junior. I know…” he wiped his son’s tears with a swipe of his clawless hand, “but eldritches get very jealous, sometimes even when there is no need to be. You’ll understand this more when you’re older.”
“But I want to understand now!” Robert grabbed his father’s hands before they left his shoulders and Pennywise huffed at his demanding behavior.
“What if I took Tom away and didn’t let you see him? How would that make you feel?” he prompted the boy, watching as his eyes narrowed and his mouth turned into a sharp-toothed snarl.
“Don’t. Do. That,” Robert hissed darkly at him and Pennywise tightened the hold his shoulders, letting his claws unfurl and sink into Robert’s arms enough for the boy to submit to him. Empty threat or not, he would not be undermined or threatened (albeit nonverbally) by his twelve-year-old son.
“I wouldn’t separate you two, you knucklehead,” he let go of Robert once the baby-blue hue returned to his eyes, “but how would you feel?” he repeated.
“Mad… Sad… Scared… I don’t want Tommy to ever go away… He’s mine, my soulmate! That’s what Mommy and Penny said!” his eyes darted to the stairs, betraying his rising urges to run to Tom’s bedside.
“That’s where you are wrong, boy…” Pennywise rapped him on the head lightly with his fist to regain Robert’s attention, “You are his. Humans don’t need soulmates. Your mother and Tom would be fine without us, but we would die without them. That is why we, as the stronger species, must care for them as best as we can. Mating with them will stop them from dying of human illnesses and age—”
“Mating? What’s that?” Robert interrupted, eager to find out more about this new thing that would prevent Tom from getting sick and dying.
“Err… I shouldn’t have said that…” Pennywise muttered, realizing he’d brought the conversation back to the area he was trying to get away from. And we’d been so close to ending this talk… Damn, I don’t want to bother Hermione with this either…
“Why?” Robert chirped.
“Because you are….” he trailed off, realizing that Robert was no longer ‘too young’ to know the answer to his inquiry. Pennywise sighed once more, hanging his head in preparation for his later regrets for poorly explaining sex to his son, “When you find your soulmate, you want to hide them away and never let them go, never let other males come near them because you think they’ll take your mate away.”
Robert’s eyes lit up in recognition and he nodded, whispering to him conspiringly, “The girls like Tommy at school, and one day, one of them wrote him a Valentine’s Day card. I felt so mad… I locked Tommy in my room for the rest of the day. I didn’t want them to see him anymore, but Tommy was so sad and mad at me that I let him out the next day…” he pushed his fingers together sheepishly, “I’m sorry, Dad…”
Pennywise tilted his head, “I’m not the one you need to apologize too. Tom needs to hear that. Behaving as you did is a part of your instincts. I cannot fault you for them just as I can’t blame you for breathing. The thing is that we need to try to be better than our instincts. Your mother taught me to be better, to not be so jealous when another man approaches her.”
Robert pouted, looking irritated, “But Tommy likes the girls… he goes on dates,” he spat the word like it was a disease, “I wish those bitches would leave us alon—ow!”
“Language, pup! You might not be a baby anymore, but I’d still bend you over my knee like I had to when you were little,” Pennywise scowled tiredly down at the equally-scowling boy, “Where did you learn that word? Hmm…? Your mother would be sad to hear that kind of talk coming out of your mouth.”
“No! Some of the older boys at school say it!” Robert whined, curling away from his father, “I won’t say it again!”
“Wise decision…” he hissed through sharp jagged teeth, sending them into a short-lived oppressive silence.
“Dad…” Robert whispered a few moments later.
“What?” he faced the contorted ball of limbs as its head poked out.
“The older boys also talk about ‘fucking’ the… uhh… girls. What does that mean?”
Pennywise groaned, wondering what his son was even doing listening to the older students talking about their nightly conquests. He just hoped his other children weren’t doing the same, “That means ‘mating’ the human way. That’s also a bad word, you hear?"
Robert nodded rapidly, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his father’s punishment for saying such words around the house, “‘Mating the human way?’”
“Humans don’t have soulmates, so they change their mates often, sometimes every night,” Robert gasped, scandalized and angry, but let Pennywise continue.
“We eldritches find our soulmates and bite them right here on the neck. It shows others that they’re your mate and the mark can help calm them down if they are scared, sad, or angry. It also keeps most others from trying to steal our mates,” Pennywise jerked down the collar of his shirt to show Hermione’s sharp-toothed mark on the spot where his neck met his shoulder, “Your mother did this to me, and I gave her one, too.”
“Oh!” Robert exclaimed, looking at the harsh red scarred indents that Pennywise hoped would never heal. The older eldritch liked his mate’s rougher side. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes, a bit at first. That’s why it is important to make your mate feel really good before you bite them.”
“How?” Robert scooted closer on the couch.
“Well… you mate with them,” Pennywise blinked, realizing that the time has finally come where he had to teach his son about mating.
“How?” he parroted his previous question.
“Err,” Pennywise coughed uncomfortably, “When you feel like mating, your body makes the pheromones that make your mate like you. Sometimes your soulmate won’t want to mate, but your instincts will be urging you to coerce them, to make them want to. Humans are defenseless despite having dull senses. They aren’t immune so it is important to listen to what your mate wants.”
Robert nodded, “I want Tommy to like me.”
“‘He does, Junior,” Pennywise shook his head, “Why else would he let you carry him around and hold him like you do?”
Robert smiled shyly, hiding the grin behind his hands and holding it tightly, “Tommy loves me…” he whispered to himself, as though just realizing the fact at that moment, “What happens after the para-phones?”
“Pheromones…” the clown interrupted the boy’s epiphany, “When you begin releasing pheromones, your cock will get stiff and come up against your belly button. It is hard and uncomfortable because it is full of blood, but luckily there are two options to get the blood back to where it was before.”
Robert nodded, looking down at his boxers and remembering what he’d felt a little bit ago.
“Your first option is to not touch it and let it go away. Thinking of something gross or scary helps sometimes, but a cold shower is the best way to get rid of an erection.”
“Aw! I don’t wanna take a cold shower!” the boy whined, shivering at the idea.
“Well, than your other option is to touch it. Touching yourself is nice when your mate isn’t around to help you, but having a mate makes it feel much better. Now, listen here. You cannot touch yourself in public or in front of anyone other than your mate. It is a very rude thing to do and you would get in big trouble,” Robert nodded nervously, “Mating is much better, and it makes your mate feel really good, too. You put your cock into your mate’s lower hole and go in and out until your dark seed spurts out inside your mate. That is mating,” he smirked wolfishly, losing himself in his explanation. I never did get to finish myself earlier… Maybe Hermione will let me have her while she sleeps...
“I want to make Tommy feel good,” Robert smiled at the idea, wanting to see his soulmate’s rare and perfect white-toothed smile.
Pennywise blanched, breaking out of his musings with a full-body flinch, “When you’re older, you can, but not now,” his son pouted at the immediate dismissal, “Would you be comfortable with Tom’s cock going up your butt?” he prompted crudely at his defiant expression, trying to get Robert to drop the subject until he had the common sense not to ask his own father about the mechanics of having sex.
Robert considered the question, letting his blue eyes roll around as he came up with his thoughts, “He is small… it wouldn’t hurt much.”
Well that was definitely not what Pennywise had been expecting to hear, “Oh…” now there was the part of his bruised pride that flared at the idea of his son being the submissive one in his relationship.
“I’d rather be inside Tommy, though… I don’t know why… My cock feels funny when I think about it.”
Pennywise’s breath left him in a low ‘whoosh,’ “Well, our species likes being dominant. We are protective and territorial yet we can shift to either sex. The stronger eldritch gets to be on top, or puts their seed, sperm sacs, or eggs inside their mate for breeding,” he explained, rolling the idea of his son’s chances of reproduction around in his head.
“I’m stronger than Tom,” Robert promised, “Eggs? Breeding? Doesn’t that mean babies?”
“Yes, an eldritch can produce eggs and place them inside their mate if they need to. I have not done this because your mother makes her own eggs and for me to do that and add my seed to them would only make clones of myself… and I’ve already gotten close enough with you, pup!” he grabbed Robert and brought him into his chest for a tight hug.
“Ahh! Daddy, no! You’re crushing me!!!” the boy’s voice cracked as he squealed and Pennywise cackled at the sound before letting his son escape.
“How do you make eggs?” Robert wondered aloud and his father shrugged.
“Uhh…” he tried to verbalize the strange feeling of creating something inside your body by your sheer force of will, “You really just think about the weight and feel of them, of wanting to fill your mate with them, and your deadlights will make a bunch for you. The happier and healthier you are, the more you’ll get. They’ll die if they’re not inside you or your mate, so it is important to care for them once you have them.”
“Have you ever made any?”
“A few times, but I’ve only impregnated your mother. I laid a few in her womb but they dissolved pretty quickly once you and your brother and sisters were conceived. The other times were accidental and I was able to watch them leave me and decay. There was no seed inside them, so they were simply half of what you need to make a little pup like you,” he poked Robert in the side and delighted in his little giggles.
“Are you and Mommy making babies?” Robert gasped, connecting the pieces of what Pennywise has been telling him, “Are the boys at school trying to make babies?”
The older eldritch had to laugh at that, “No, Junior. Mating, or sex, for humans is mostly done for pleasure and they hopefully use protection so they don’t make babies. It would be a very irresponsible thing to do. Do you understand?”
Robert nodded, happy that he now knows a bit more about his parents and the idea of younger siblings possibly coming soon, “Will Mommy get really big like aunt Lavender?”
Pennywise nodded eagerly and Robert gasped in awe, “Even bigger,” he whispered conspiringly to his son, “We might even have five or six this time.”
“That’s a lot!” Robert thought about having five babies in the house, and wondered where they would go, “Would I have to share my room with them?”
Pennywise shook his head, “No, your mother and I would have them in our room until they were out of their cribs and then we would set up their rooms in the attic until you, Tom, Hugo, Penny, and Rose moved out. Then they’d take your rooms.” Robert nodded happily at not having to give up his private space with Tom.
“Now, do you think you can find your way back to bed without me holding your hand?”
The answering scowl made him laugh, completely ignorant to the hole he’d been slowly digging throughout the entire conversation.
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“Father, Robbie’s doing it again,” Penelope’s disgusted voice met his ears and he groaned, angry at himself for practically writing a step-by-step guide to breeding and mating and accidentally leaving out the aspects of how dubious the pheromones made consent and how futile it was to breed a human male without significant transformation to the male’s innards.
“I’ll handle it, little bug,” he smiled sheepishly at his presently youngest child, “I’m sorry they’re not being very discrete, or appropriate.”
“I’m used to it from you and mother,” Penny grimaced primly, her mental age showing as he stared at him completely nonplussed, “His thoughts are very loud... and incorrect. It isn’t your fault, father. He is… stupid and horny, like most teenage boys… Tom is suffering, and unhappy. Robbie’s human nature makes his protective instincts weaker. He is not so in tune with his mate either. Mother will be very displeased. Tom is calling for her in his mind, and he will run for her once he can.”
“That boy…” he growled at his son for hurting his mate in that way, “Where are they?”
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This was the fourth time finding his son attempting a mating with a reluctant Tom. They’d all been during the summer break, and for that he was grateful. He wouldn’t have been very happy if he’d had to retrieve them from Illvermorny if the redhead had tried anything there. The incidents also happened whenever another boy or girl would get a bit too close for Robert’s liking. It was an understandable trigger, but one that Robert needed to understand and repress much like Pennywise had. However, Robert didn’t have the billions of years of life experience and control behind him, so a small part of his black heart went out to his son. He’d waited twelve and a half years to bone his mate while he hadn’t lasted more than a few weeks after meeting Hermione. Now, looking at Robert’s fiery red eyes and sharp bloody teeth, he felt nothing but regret for treating the boy with a not-so-heavy hand.
He’d tracked them down to the small unassuming shed in the backyard, the door forcefully locked from the inside. With his superior magical capabilities, he’d been able to rip right through Robert’s feeble attempts at a forcefield and break down the door. The scene before him made him freeze.
His son was completely unhinged, his hair looking like crackling flames and his alabaster skin covered in sweat. Robert snarled at Pennywise, sensing an intruder yet blind to the reality that it was simply his father coming to rescue his mate from the pain he was putting the other boy through. A high whimper came from the raven-haired boy’s wilted form as his mate’s claws began digging into his hips and drawing blood.
Pennywise glanced down to his adopted son. Where there weren't any bruises, there were scratches and bites. There were also a few wet spots of either sweat or Robert’s saliva along his neck. Blood dripped from the harsh mating bite on the smaller boy’s shoulder, exactly where Pennywise had demonstrated about six months ago. His heart sunk. They’d never gotten this far before.
Even now, the older eldritch could see that Robert was balls deep inside of Tom, his limber hips rolling in sharp little jabs, signalling that he’d popped his knot already and would have to wait until the swollen bulge went down.
Suddenly, Tom lurched with a loud desperate scream but Robert held him down with an equally loud snarl, “Mine, My Tommy,” he kept eye-contact with Pennywise the entire time, his pre-teen mind only focused on proving that the dark haired boy was his by knotting his poor arse.
“Tom,” the eldritch prompted softly, hoping the boy would lift his head up but his arms had already collapsed underneath him, spasming periodically, “Daddy’s here now, but I have to wait for the knot to go down, okay?”
Tom simply cried out in agony as Robert began deepening his thrusts, concentrating hard by the look in his eyes and the contortedness of his features. The dark-haired boy’s stomach was beginning to swell as Pennywise finally made the connection.
“Robert! Don’t! He’s a human male! You can’t breed him like that!” his eyes began to grow red with his bubbling rage.
“Grrr! Yes, Tommy… have my babies… take my eggs… breeding you up… all mine....” Robert spoke, his voice deepening into a low gurgle as he reached a hand underneath Tom’s prone form and lazily jerked his cock in time with his shallow rabbit-thrusts.
A primal roar erupted out of Pennywise’s chest, propelling him forward into Robert’s space. His son was quick enough to land a violent punch to his eye but in the blink of an eye, he had his arms wrapped around his son, fully immobilizing the latter’s arms. His teeth descended with opposing gentleness, sinking fully into the boy’s shoulder and injecting venom into his veins.
Slowly, Robert stopped snarling. His eyes grew heavy before they rolled back into his head and the fight left him entirely. The tall boy slumped in his father’s grip and Pennywise lowered him to the ground with tears in his eyes.
“Is he dead?” a raspy numb voice piped up from the floor.
“No, Tom,” Pennywise faced his son’s injured mate, “I just knocked him out for a while…”
“Oh,” Tom breathed, the air leaving his mouth in staggered and pained huffs.
Pennywise helped Tom roll onto his side, every movement making the raven-haired wizard wince, “We have to separate you two. So, this will hurt…” he warned Tom who only nodded exhaustedly.
“Everything hurts,” he replied brokenly and Pennywise nodded, clinically gripping the base of Robert’s cock and pulling as hard as he could.
Tom cried out in pain before slumping back onto the floor. Tears fell from his eyes now as he curled into himself. Pennywise picked him up in his larger arms and began rocking him back and forth while the boy sobbed.
While he understood that Tom Riddle had done utterly unspeakable things in his previous life, he didn’t think that Tom Gray deserved to suffer for them in this way. He was still so young, Pennywise looked down at the harsh scratches and bites on his pale skin before moving lower and looking at the tension in his belly.
Gently, the older eldritch lowered the human boy to the ground and slowly raised his knees until they were near Tom’s head, “Robert layed eggs, didn’t he?”
Tom nodded but held himself close, “Yes…”
Pennywise narrowed his eyes at Tom’s emerging maternal instincts, the bite mark working fast to make the idea of bearing his mate’s young very appealing, “Listen, Tom… Those are gonna come out now, or the next time you need to shit. The bite is making you want them, but they aren’t going to live very long in your intestines. They need a womb.”
Tom shook his head, snapping out of the bite’s effects, “Yes!” he wheezed, grappling for his father’s hand, “Help me get them out!”
Pennywise kneeled by Tom’s side and watched as ten golf-ball-sized gelatinous eggs emerged from his puckered red opening, pushing on his abdomen all the while. When they were all out, Tom sighed sadly, looking down at his mate’s young.
“They would have become clones of him,” the clown explained to Tom, picking one up and examining the fertilized orb with a curious eye, “He would have to get a hold of your seed if you wanted to contribute to their genetics.”
Tom picked another one up, watching the little bit of black seed inside move, “He sucked my cock,” he admitted, looking down at his flaccid member, “so, maybe they wouldn’t have…”
“It doesn’t matter,” Pennywise shook his head, tilting Tom’s head up to look into his dark eyes, “You’d have to make yourself a womb for any egg to last long inside you. What really matters is that he mated you.”
“What does that mean for me?” Tom rasped, sadistically crushing the egg in his fist and watching as Robert’s seed trickled down his forearm.
“Well… you’ll never escape him for as long as you live, as his life is now tied to yours.”
“His life is tied to mine?” Tom prompted, looking back at Pennywise as he gathered himself up and began to stand. The latter began using his own magic to patch up the boy’s cuts and bites, making many of them disappear from his pale skin.
“Yes, and as Robert is an eldritch, you both will likely live for a very long time. I’m not sure how much of me is in him... With his deadlights, anything could be possible… You might even be able to live forever. ”
Tom’s eyes flashed red, so quickly that the eldritch was unsure it even happened, and the raven-haired boy began to smile, tears drying on his face as he looked at Robert where he was lying unconscious on the floor, “Live forever? I think I like the sound of that.”