Happy Mother's Day? (Tombert/Pennydred)
May 2008
“Mum, what do you know about anal sex?”
Hermione spat out her morning coffee and looked frantically around to make sure none of her six six-year-olds were within the immediate vicinity before turning to her adopted son, “Why are you asking me ? Why don’t you try out that new muggle Google website? I’m sure that will tell you what you want to know.”
Tom Riddle sighed, rolling his eyes, “Because I trust you to give me a truthful answer, and as you are mated to father, you would be the best person to ask advice from about Robbie.”
Hermione nodded, reluctantly seeing Tom’s logic on approaching her about being an eldritch’s human mate, “Alright, Tom… What do you want to know?”
“How can I make it... not hurt? Every time we try… well… It doesn’t feel good afterwards,” he prompted, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.
Hermione tilted her head and spoke frankly, “Gentle widening adjustments, foreplay, and a ton of lubrication.”
“Just like that?” Tom asked, his dark eyes narrowing at her simple answer.
“Well, go slow, take a pain-reliever potion, fondle each other!” Hermione groaned exasperatedly, “You’re eighteen, Tom! Surely you should know this by now, and if Bobby is considerate, he’ll make it as painless as possible.”
“He is considerate, very much so...” Tom nodded, reaching a pale long-fingered hand up to stroke his mating bite underneath his collar, “and I… care about him despite his nature,” he smiled shyly, looking at the ceiling to where Robert was likely still asleep in their bed.
“As do I with your father, Tom. A challenge in itself, I assure you.” the teen nodded, turning back to face Hermione.
“We’re planning on moving out now that we have graduated,” he began elusively, glancing down at his lap as he completely changed the subject, “Robert likes the idea of being close to you and I can’t help but agree. You are my mother and I love you. So, we were thinking of somewhere along the coast where he can hunt discreetly and I can work on my personal research—”
“Personal research?” Hermione interrupted him, an edge of concern tainting her voice.
Tom laughed, the cold sound echoing off of the walls and sending shivers down her spine, “Surely you don’t think I’m dabbling in the dark arts again, do you?”
Hermione leaned away from him but he grabbed her wrist and held it within his hand, stroking along her fluttering pulse, “What do you mean, Tom?”
“I remember…” he revealed, the teen’s eyes shimmering crimson in the morning light, “I remember everything now. I didn’t interact with you very much before, but tell me, how is dear old uncle Harry? He’d be happy to know I have no intention of killing him like my other self did.”
Hermione was shocked speechless, but Tom seemed to expect that, “It started when I was little, seeing parallel visions of my other childhood in connection to my own, but then the visions became violent and hurtful, showing me hurting myself and others. I know what Hogwarts looks like inside and out even though I’ve never been there before. I wish to see it someday…”
“Oh,” Hermione croaked, not knowing what else to say to his admission, but Tom continued to hold her hand, even pulling her closer, aiming for a hug.
“I was a bad man,” he whispered to her in the open space of the living room, “but I now understand why I failed before. Horcruxes were a stupid idea. Dark magic costs too much, but with my mating to Robbie, it’s no longer a problem.
“Why are you telling me this?” Hermione rasped, her teeth worrying her lower lip.
“Because we, and Penny, are the only truly immortal humans in the whole world. Who else would I talk to about this?” He hugged her completely now, resting his head on her shoulder, “And I’m grateful that you and father were horny so Robert could exist.”
“Er… You’re welcome, I guess… What does Penny have to do with this...” Hermione scratched her head at Tom’s behavior.
He laughed in mock regret, “Oops! I wasn’t supposed to mention it, but you’ll find out soon enough… As for my research… I want to make myself a more sustainable womb and give Robert the offspring he wants. They’ll keep him busy while I climb the ranks of MACUSA, maybe even becoming president.”
“That’s rather ambitious of you, Tom, but I know you, and I know you could do it,” Hermione sighed resignedly, “and Robert will be a great father, just like Penn.
“Yes, I certainly hope so…” Tom rubbed his belly with a sly grin, “Speaking of which… I wanted to show you...” he added, bringing Hermione’s hand to his abdomen so she could feel the tell-tale hardness.
“Oh, Merlin! You’re pregnant?!” she gasped, “How?! When?!”
Tom chuckled, “The womb is a prototype, and it’ll only last for long enough to have the child, or children, depending on how many there are. It was graduation night and I wanted to reward Robert for passing all of his classes. So, we kissed,” a longing look swept through his eyes, “Then, one thing led to another and... I’d been testing this prototype at the time and… he did it. I came inside him and he… filled me with our clutch, told me that he’d bear the next one, and I was too eager to refuse. It’s funny how malleable the mating bites make us…”
“Don’t I know it…” Hermione grinned wryly, “How do you think the sextuplets got here? They’ve got ‘sex’ in the name!”
Tom laughed before wincing, rubbing at his pectorals with a hesitant hand, “I’m only a couple of weeks into this and I’m already lactating.”
“Oh, my sweet boy…” Hermione groaned dramatically, “You best keep Robbie away from there, otherwise he’ll never let you stop. I’ve been producing milk since 1989.”
“And you’re not stopping if I have anything to say about it!” Pennywise warned, striding into the room and dragging Robert in a headlock. The other teen was smiling, so he obviously didn’t feel in danger, “I think congratulations are in order, don’t you think, my dearest mate?” he grinned happily at her before ruffling his son’s hair and letting him stand up straight.
Immediately, Tom stood and went over to curl into Robert’s tall form. Now, the red-haired teen was only a few inches shorter than his father, a fact that had Hermione mistaking them a few times out of the corner of her eyes. Immediately, a purr came out of her son’s chest as he hugged Tom close and pressed loving chaste kisses to his face and neck. Clearly, it was no secret why Tom wasn’t destroying Wizarding Britain this time around. He had a family now, and it was about to grow even larger.
Suddenly, one of their six-year-olds popped up from behind the couch and scared Hermione, naked with the exception of wearing underwear on his head, and screamed at the top of his lungs, making everyone wince.
“TOMMY’S HAVING A BABY!!!” and like a dinner bell was rung, the other five siblings rushed into the room and bee-lined it for the younger couple.
Robert gaped at the invasion, swiftly picking his mate up and holding him over his head, completely out of reach for the six children who were pawing at their older brother and trying to climb him, thinking it was a new game, “C’mon you little gremlins! Get off me!”
“NOOOO!!!” they giggled, continuing to harass Robert.
“Mom? Dad? A little help here!”
Pennywise and Hermione came over to intervene, the latter picking up her two youngest daughters and sitting them down on the couch while Pennywise flung the instigator over one shoulder, holding the half-eldritch by his leg while gently corralling the other three boys over to Hermione with a broom.
The child continued to giggle, kicking his free leg in the air as he hung upside down. Pennywise raised him and flipped him right-side up, “Pup, this is the third time today,” he began, his painted nose wrinkling at his son’s general lack of modesty as he materialized a set of clothes onto his wriggling body, “Please keep your clothes on!” he whined beseechingly, setting the rowdy boy down on his two little bare feet.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached for the hem of his t-shirt and Pennywise grabbed the boy’s hands.
“Why are you like this?!”
The dark curly-haired boy simply giggled, running over to Hermione and face-planting into her chest. She cuddled him close, kissing his forehead and rubbing his back comfortingly as he wriggled with excitement about his adopted brother, “Calm down, you little terror,” Hermione cooed at him, holding the boy close while his other siblings curled around them.
Pennywise looked exasperatedly over at Robert and Tom, gesturing to the horde of small children, “Welcome to our world.”
One by one, Robert let each of them come close and feel the slight bulge in Tom’s belly. Without a female’s hips, he was bound to get rather large, the expecting male reasoned aloud. Hermione discreetly talked to him about milking habits while Robert and Penn spoke further about caring for Tom while he was expecting and the likely instincts that will emerge during the next few months. The other siblings were busy playing an impromptu game of tag where the troublemaker was climbing around on the ceiling to evade his older sister, who was floating around trying to tag him.
Hermione pursed her lips, shutting her eyes in exasperation at the chaos around her, “And just when I thought Mother’s Day couldn’t get any weirder…”
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Meanwhile, Penny stood in the kitchen, her own mate’s arms wrapped around her belly. The older male chuckled, lapping purposefully at her fresh mating bite as they both listened to the small celebration happening in the living room, “I hear we weren’t the only ones making the most of your graduation.”
“Clearly not,” she agreed bluntly, reaching her hand up to massage his dark-haired nape, “My father still doesn’t quite trust you…”
“Hmm…” she could feel him shrug, “I don’t understand why, I’ve been nothing but polite to him.”
“He saw you crawl out of my window last year when you visited over Christmas Break, and instead of explaining yourself, you fought him until you were able to flee.”
“That was one time… and he started it,” the red-haired woman pinched his arm.
“You were wearing a leather jacket and a ski-mask,” she reasoned bluntly.
“A leather jacket that you frequently touch yourself to and a ski-mask that you bought for me. If you want me to set a good impression, then don’t dress me up like a burglar,” he nibbled her ear until she stopped pouting, “Oh, don’t be like that, sweetheart,” he licked her neck and she felt his tongue piercing, “I know you love it… Besides, you’re mine now… aren’t you?”
“I’d like to see you try to get rid of me,” Penny huffed, turning in his hold and climbing his torso until they were at eye-level with each other. Her eyes shined amber red, her dormant eldritch genes coming out to play as her mate swooned, his identical eyes lovestruck at her play at dominance.
“Yes, my sweet,” he purred, tattooed hands coming around to hold her front to his, careful to not put too much pressure on Penny’s belly, “So, how long before we tell them?”
The fiery witch hummed, “A few weeks should be enough,” her legs clutched her mate’s narrow hips tighter, her feet digging into his lower back.
He leaned forward, sniffing along her pulse for the subtle scent of new life and breathing it in before leaning back and leveling her with a heated expression, “I want you.”
“So needy…” Penny hummed, nibbling on his own bite and making him shiver.
Just as she leaned in for a kiss, Rose walked in the room, took one look at their entangled bodies, and pulled a disgusted face, “Ugh… Seriously! Between you two, Tom and Robbie, and Mum and Dad, I can hardly walk in a room without someone itching to fuck. You have your own room now, Penny, so go there! You should be glad I wasn’t Dad—”
“Did somebody say ‘Dad?’” a baritone voice growled from behind the mortified couple.