To Capture A Mate (Penelope x Mordred)
December 25th, 2007
(Christmas Day)
Penelope had likely only been asleep for about an hour when she heard the soft slide of her bedroom window opening. Instantly, she went on high alert and used her mind to force the invader to freeze in their tracks, completely immoble. The cold winter air began to blow in from the open window and the half eldritch shivered, using her wand to shut the window and burrowing herself further into her blankets. It seemed her boyfriend wanted to pay her a visit… in the ski-mask she bought him and black leather jacket. She supposed it was a good thing that Rose was sleeping at her friend’s house for the night.
“Happy Birthday, my sweet,” Mordred cooed, his hungry amber-red eyes focused on the ambiguous bundle containing his chosen intended, “I have a present for you…”
“If you are going to say ‘my dick,’ then I’m just going to send you back outside,” Penelope groaned, rubbing her tired eyes in an attempt to wake up.
“Now, that would be very rude. My dam raised me better than that,” he promised, urging her to let him go. He was making a puddle on her rug by the window, the snow melting into his clothes and the carpet. It was fine by him, though… She’d warm him up again.
“Why are you here, Mordred?” Penelope spat, wanting him to get to the point. He was almost lying to her, she was sure of it, but she couldn’t read his mind very well, just like she couldn’t really read her father and half-eldritch siblings’ minds. She’d thought it was merely a coincidence, but now she wasn’t quite so sure.
Mordred smirked, seeming to glide towards her from across the room in an almost vampiric way, his dark silhouette contrasted by the light of the near full-moon coming in through the curtains, “It’s as I’ve said, I have a present for you, Penny.”
His pale hand pulled out a small parcel wrapped in white string and quickly pressed it into her hand as she emerged from her blanketed cocoon. Penelope tried to re-adjust the gift in her hands but realized that the string was actually kind of sticky, “Hey, what did you wrap this with?” she leaned in to smell the suspicious wrapping and immediately fell in love with its scent, “It smells so… good…”
Mordred grinned sharply at her lowering defenses, letting his fangs emerge a bit, “Silk strands… They’re edible, if you’re feeling hungry. There is a candy bar inside, your favorite,” he promised, urging her to partake in his spun silk in hopes of awakening her eldritch instincts.
“Silk strands…” Penelope licked at the pheromone-coated string, not noticing that her tongue was turning a bit black, “Like a spider? ...My head feels groggy,” she whined, feeling her 6th sense dulling and her others strengthening. Mordred smelled really good to her right about now.
He tutted over her, watching her eyes as they changed from her exquisite blue to an enchanting bright ember. Her lips reddened as she began to devour her present with such gusto that the older half-eldritch was glad he included the present in their foreplay. Who knew how much of him she’d have managed to nibble off by now if he hadn’t.
Mordred pat her down slowly, running his hands and fingers down her body to soothe her unease. Smooth nimble shoulders wilted under his hands, traveling down her thin pale arms and delighting in the bits of muscle he found. Penelope’s nipples diverted his path and he rewarded them for doing so, eagerly stroking and licking them through her thin nightgown. Meanwhile, his little mate had found the chocolate inside the silk and was licking and sucking on it like it was the last she’d ever get.
“Shh…” Mordred chittered for her in his sire’s tongue as she began to emit tiny frantic noises, “Be calm, my little one… I have waited to claim you for years and now you are ready to take your place at my side as my mate and Crimson Princess.” Penny calmed despite not understanding his words, but she was still very much invested in her treat.
Grateful for her distraction, Mordred began the next phase of his courtship. He vanished his clothes and did the same to Penny’s. If the younger half-eldritch noticed, she didn’t comment, neither did she seem to notice a similar vertical toothed fissure running down the length of his torso. Gingerly, he pulled on a small piece of thread sticking out of the ending in his naval.
The silk came easily, lubricated and sticky with his pheromones. The long-haired male reached for Penny’s legs, bunching them up to her chest and wrapping each one in his silk. Her arms followed more carefully, as he didn’t wish to distract her from finishing off her candy bar. Then, he tied her arms to the bottom of her bed posts, rendering her limbs nearly immovable.
Penny squirmed as she ate the last bite of the silk-covered chocolate, “What’re you doin’?”
Mordred chuckled, stroking her smooth freckled cheek and trailing his fingers down to where her mating bite would soon lie, “Applying your veil, sweetheart. I already rid you of your gown.”
“Veil?” Penny parrotted, her mind overrode by primal mush, “But I’m too young to get married…” She tried to reason faintly.
Mordred cackled now, moving over her prone body and letting her feel his dark writhing tentacles and hard bumpy cock, “Your body is telling me a very different story,” he grinned, his other three spidery limbs emerging from his back, each with a deadlight on the end.
The lights moved in the darkness of the bedroom, hypnotizing and lulling Penny into more of a trance, eliminating her resistance to his actions. Meanwhile, Mordred began preparing her virgin neck for her first, and final, if he had any say, mating bite. His dark tongue lapped at her soft column, feeling each pumping vein beneath it and smelling the newfound maturation and fertility in her blood. She was ready even if she didn’t believe it.
Mordred’s dark hair left a tingling feeling along her skin as it brushed her in time with his head bobbing over her shoulder. He sucked her neck, peppering little prominent hickeys from her ears to her collarbones. To him, her flavor was absolutely divine and he could taste her powerful magic. While not as fertile as her mother, she would bear him young with magical blood, something that couldn’t be said for others he’d come across throughout the Macroverse.
“Will you be my mate, Penelope Ginevra Gray?” he rasped against her ear, licking and suckling on her earlobe. Now, to seal the deal...
The younger half-eldritch whined, her eyes unfocused, “Y-yes.”
Abruptly, his fangs sunk into her neck and quickly made a mess of the wound, tearing and shredding the skin further to create a longer-lasting bite. Naturally, Penny cried out at the pain despite being distracted by his minor lightshow. Mordred licked at the wound, ensuring that not a single drop of her hybrid blood escaped his inky black tongue.
Tears began to fall as the mating fully sunk in and Penny writhed helplessly, wishing to both cling to the long-haired half-eldritch and push him away. His tongue wasn’t doing her any favors either, the harsh lashing eliciting more pain than pleasure.
“Hush, my sweet,” he purred smugly, “You’re getting the wrong body part wet.”
“Fuck you,” Penny hissed, her own fangs emerging from her clenched teeth.
Mordred smirked, his own bloody fangs on display for her as he brought their faces closer together, “That’s the idea, my little mate. How precious,” he nibbled her lips, “You’re so eager that you can’t form complete sentences.”
“You’re an eldritch, like my father,” she finally realized what was happening and was already too late to stop him.
“Half. Just like you,” Mordred cooed, leaning in to nudge their noses together.
He kissed her sweetly now that he’d gotten what he really wanted, his lips delicately coercing hers to part as he prevented her weak protest. His tongue slid along her wall of teeth, painting them in her own blood. Gently, her teeth let him sneak inside, forcing him to slit the skin and pour his own blood inside her mouth as payment, and he was all too glad to pay.
Mordred’s cock nudged Penny’s nethers, his tentacles probing her hole and delighting in the slick gradually trickling down from inside. When he could feel Penny’s breathing stagger, he broke the kiss, arching his spine so he could taste her soft dusty-pink nipples. Not breaking his rapid pace, he sucked her left into his mouth, rolling the bud around before latching on and beginning to suckle.
A female eldritch that was sexually-mature yet not bred produced something crudely called “love milk,” and it’s a clear, sweet liquid capable of capturing any unmated eldritch that caught the flavor. It’s stronger than any flavor to their species aside from one’s own mate’s various fluids, but the most important aspect about it is it’s ability to render a male’s seed completely protected against the female’s deadlights that would eat any foreign material. In mated couples, the sires drink from their mates for the same reason.
So, with this in mind, Mordred slurped up his mate’s fleeting love milk, already feeling it working its way down to his awaiting seed. He grinned ferally, taking pride in his mate’s ability to assist him in such a way.
Penny began moaning despite herself, wriggling further into his mouth. She tried not to feel much enjoyment, but his lips, teeth, and sinful tongue on her breasts made her core heat up. Wetness began to drip onto his waiting cock, and she could feel it pulse against her clit with his supernatural blood. The rhythm called to her and she knew what it meant.
Mordred continued to suckle, his lips making little contented noises while his hands began kneading her smaller hips and belly, urging her to enter her first heat. While this wouldn’t necessarily happen, it was still part of the instinctual mating dance.
Penny was surprised when Mordred detached himself from her reddened nipples, now looking down at her with his blown pupils around his dark curtain of hair. It was isolating. Within his hair, it was only him and her. His lips were red from both sucking and from their combined blood. Hers mirrored his, looking plump and perfectly ravaged. Stars danced in her eyes as she stared up at him silently.
He purred at her blissed-out expression, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her temple, “Good girl…”
Using the distraction, Mordred lined himself up with her drooling snatch and pushed inside, delighting in his new mate’s virgin hole. Penny screamed, shocking herself out of the trance. She began to fight her bonds but the tall hybrid gripped her nape, stubbornly repressing her rebellion as he continued to thrust onward. The bed’s springs creaked beneath their harsh love-making, making him laugh as he carelessly began pounding her and the bed against the wall.
A bit of blood leaked from between them and Mordred dipped a curious finger down to sample the flavor, wrapping his tongue around the appendage and making a depraved slurping noise that had Penny’s inner muscles involuntarily sucking his cock in further. The long-haired male groaned, jerking his hips in a humping motion that made the little witch moan.
She felt her orgasm begin to build and so she started pumping her own hips into his pelvis and delighting in the bumpy hardness her mate could provide. The little witch could feel his tentacles growing bolder on her thighs and bum, pinching the round globes they found and twisting provocatively at her anus. His cock was growing, too: thicker, heavier, and harder with a large bulbous knot to back it up.
Penny breathed heavily in both anticipation and fear at the feeling of the knot nudging her entrance. It felt like welcoming him home, like allowing him to make himself at home inside of her. They were becoming one, a tied pair. Her mother had mentioned this to her and Rose when they first started their monthly bleedings. If he was able to knot her, he could breed her.
Mordred hissed as Penny’s dark claws penetrated his shoulders where they could just barely reach. He looked down at her and caught the red-haired girl’s panicked expression, her eyes wide and bright blue. Awake, are we? He hissed satisfiedly at her, pushing the beginning of his knot into her battered hole.
Penelope cried out, thrashing back and forth as much as she could, “Ow! Stop it! That hurts!”
“Shh…” Mordred stopped his advances, conscious of her pain, “I’ve got you…” He rubbed her belly and hips, whispering in a crooning baritone, “Just gotta get you a little more horny, that’s all…”
Penny shook her head, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, “P-please…”
“Hmm… We’ve made so much progress,” the older eldritch thought aloud, distractedly rolling a leaky nipple in between his fingers, ''otherwise I would lick your sweet little cunt until it trickled like a river.”
Penny seized, twitching from the inside where more wetness was beginning to do was he said. Mordred immediately noticed, a cruel smirk adorning his pale face, “Oh? Now what’s this?” he slid his cock a bit further in, making his mate whine, “The prim little bookworm likes dirty talk, does she? I never thought you could be this way… Tell me, do you spy on your classmate’s fantasies, the dirty words contained in their horny little brains.”
The bound girl turned her face away in embarrassment but he wasn’t finished, “I know you did. You don’t even have to say it. I could always smell your wet panties during your classes, in the hall, the greenhouses. Sometimes I would sneak behind them while you were in your herbology classes… Ever the perfect student… Right, Penny? Mummy would be very proud of her little girl,” he booped her nose, kissing under her jaw and licking back to her ear.
Mordred grinned sharply, curling his long dark fingers into her curly tufts of red hair and holding her head down so he could have her right ear, “I was proud of you, too… Whenever you raised your hand, you’d kneel on your seat, trying to make yourself taller than everyone else. And your skirt would rise, up, up, up,” he licked the back of her ear and Penny whimpered, “and you’d bend forward over your desk, almost lifting your bum in the air to get your professor’s attention from across the room… Well, you got my attention, sweetheart…”
He uncurled his fingers slowly, allowing a bit more room for her to move her head. Instead, he captured her chin and tilted it towards him, staring into her eyes, “I think the cotton kitten panties are my favorite. They always show me when you’re dripping for me.”
Mordred sunk in further, fondling her clit with his free thumb, his knot hanging halfway out of her accommodating snatch, “Although, I’m also fond of the silky lilac ones. They’re so tight on you that I can always see your lovely folds and perfect little button… Damn, sweetheart…” he whistled tensely as he sunk in another millimeter, “I’ve wanted to bang this cunt for years…”
Penny moaned, begging him to cup her breasts and just take her already, “P-please…”
“Sometimes I’d watch you struggle in the back of the room, block your voice from being heard by everyone else, and I would jerk my cock to your innocent little panties, wondering what they’d look like covered in my seed,” he hissed, biting her lower lip and sinking the rest of his knot fully inside of her.
Penny cried out at the intense pressure, “Ah~” she vocalized brokenly, tears flowing down her flushed cheeks now.
“Fuck… I had to replace those shrubs twice a week cus’ they just kept dyin’,” Mordred chuckled, cradling her to his chest as he began shallowly humping her pelvis, “but it was worth every moment of pleasure,” he sucked quickly on her milky nipples, moving back up to her face.
Small breaths escaped Penny’s red chapped lips in between her little aroused gasps.
“I always looked forward to kissin’ you,” he rumbled against her lips, his gunslinger dam’s accent coming out in his aroused growls, “but there were a few times where I almost begged for you to wrap these plump lips around my cock.”
Mordred kissed her again, his saliva-slick black tongue dancing with hers. He picked up his pace, thrusting quicker and quicker, “I also could have bent you over in the Horned Serpent common room. There’s a little alcove that is frequently used for such purposes by your schoolmates… How would you like to bounce on my cock and watch your friends wonder where you went. You wouldn’t dare give us away, would you?”
“Sto-Stop talking,” Penny whined, as Mordred sped up even faster, jackrabbiting his tiny thrusts and somehow pushing deeper into her womb. She could feel her cervix’s entrance giving way beneath her mate’s brutal thrusting, her orgasm inching closer and closer to its crescendo.
He smiled at her, all fanged and triumphant as he thrust once, twice, and then a final third time before pushing in as far as he could. Penny screamed, her vision whiting out at the intense feeling of her first orgasm as a mated woman.
Mordred purred, feeling the amazing sensation of knotting his mate at one end of his long cock, and penetrating her with the sensitive tip. Seed spurted out of him with the speed of a high-pressure hose, the warmth hitting the top of her uterus and splashing back against him in a way that made him cum a second time, a mini-orgasm that had seed dripping around him and into her channel.
Meanwhile, Penny was shaking, her toes curling tensely, eyes diverted, and dark eldritch tongue lolling out between her descended fangs. She drooled over herself and he silently promised that he’d lick her clean again. Mordred rubbed her chilled skin, pulling her covers over them both and duitifully tucking her in underneath him.
When she stopped shivering, he graced her with another kiss, ending it soon after to lap at the saliva and sweat present on her face and neck. The male hybrid cupped her face and delighted in the satisfied and content look in her mesmerizing multicolored eyes. He traced each trail of freckles with his thumb and massaged every piece of skin that he could.
Penny came back to herself slowly, primally delighted to be confined in a cocoon of blankets and Mordred, “I thought your ‘dam’ raised you better…” she rasped, her voice rough from screaming.
“Yes, he did…” Mordred agreed, not losing a beat, “but my sire told me how to take a mate.”
As if he’d been waiting for her to speak, a small bulge traveled along his cock, followed by another, and another, and another. Sperm sacs, her mind supplied frantically.
“I haven’t graduated yet! I can’t be pregnant now with a whole semester left to go!” she wriggled, trying to bust free of her restraints.
Mordred rubbed her arms to calm her, grunting with each sac passing through each of her tight spots, “I’m just making an early deposit,” he winked, “They’ll stay small, frozen in time, until then… I gotta feed ‘em, keep ‘em alive, so I hope you enjoyed cumming on my cock, because you’ll have to do ev’ry time they need more nutrients.”
“Guh,” Penelope grunted, feeling the first of the sacs pass into her womb. It floated around its seeded environment, going straight for the closest egg and sucking it right up, saturating it in hungry sperm.
In the span of a half hour, the other sacs followed, swallowing her eggs until she was teeming with their young. Penelope started crying, feeling the process happening inside of her and realizing how much she’d actually wanted it.
“There, there, my little mate,” Mordred cooed, curling a loose lock of hair behind her ravaged ear, “I’ve got you, always and forever.”
Contradicting his promise, his knot shrunk enough for him to slip free. He slid out of her sloppy hole, delighting in the syrupy fluids coating his limp cock. Penny stared at it longingly and the half-eldritch chuckled, moving back over her and kneeling over her prone form, “You deserve a treat, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl for me…”
Penny’s lips touched the tip of his cock and he was in heaven all over again. She was so naive to how the image of her licking tentatively at his hardening member made him feel. Their combined flavors were enticing, and he fought to keep control. His eyes were red and his breath came in moderated puffs.
Penelope finally enveloped the tip into her hot moist cavern, sucking on it like a lollipop. Her tongue lathered him in potent aroused saliva and he trembled, his eyes itching to roll back into his head. Then, she abruptly sucked, taking four more inches into her mouth. Mordred gasped loudly, grasping her red tufted hair in his fists.
“You’re killing me, Penny…” he growled, his breath leaving him haggardly as he fought against fucking her mouth and it’s deliciously tight squeeze.
The other half of his cock pulsed, the quickly-inflating knot a couple inches away from bumping her pert little nose. She didn’t mind, however, engulfing the rest of him little-by-little until the knot stopped her. Mordred sighed in relief when she halted, knowing full well that she’d been too late to take his knot in her mouth. He’d have ejaculated instantly had she been able to do so, and that would have been embarrassing.
Instead, the smart half-eldritch grasped his large balls in her fist and began rubbing them with her fingers. Mordred’s tentacles wrapped around her arm in retaliation, sucking little kisses on her wrist and knuckles with their suction-cups. Her teeth pierced him threateningly, making a small part of him much more aroused than before. He keened as his heart beat faster. She could take his dick off at any time, and he was cumming. His bollocks churned in her grasp, pumping their seed through his genitals.
With a smug smile, Penny purred loudly, the vibrations making him shout. His cum hit the back of her throat and was sucked down, making its way into her belly. His eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped over her. Now it was his turn to tremble.
The witch let go of Mordred, allowing him to yank his cock from her tempting mouth. Then, with a few swishes of her wand, Penny flipped them, resulting in her sitting on top of his tired genitals. He winced, his amber eyes trailing up to look into her own.
“You were presumptuous to trick me into a mating, Mr. Deschain,” Mordred twitched in pained arousal and tried not to crack a smile. He loved it when she got like this.
“Now, I carry our young, yet another decision you made for me,” she thought aloud, “What do you suppose we do about that…?”
Mordred dared not purr, as much as he wanted to, but instead tucked his extra three arms away. He wouldn’t need them, not like he needed her.
“I ought to punish you,” she stated stiffly, her voice momentarily growing cold, like she was made of ice, “A cock cage might lessen your sense of entitlement.”
Mordred couldn’t hold back his purr, Who knew she’d be like this? ...My little firecracker.
“Babe,” the dark-haired hybrid rubbed her thighs eagerly, “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” he promised, leaning up to press a lingering suckle to her right nipple.
Penelope slapped him, not hard, but enough to get his attention, “I find you very arrogant tonight, Mordred Deschain.”
The goofy smile that Mordred now sported should have concerned her. He looked like he was in love, head over heels in love.
“Just as long as you find me,” he quickly sucked on her opposite nipple before leaning back into the mattress, effectively dodging his mate’s second slap.
Penelope moved both of her arms to hit him, but in a millisecond, he held them both in his large pale hands. Cheekily, he brought her hands to his lips and kissed them chivalrously.
The sound Penelope made in that moment sounded like an angry cat fighting an equally angry duck. She fought his grasp, thrashing left and right and up and down. He held firm nonetheless, even when she planted her knees into the mattress and pulled. If he’d let go at that point, she’d have tumbled off the bed.
When Penny realized that he wasn’t letting her go and she was just burning off the rest of her energy, she focused on him, contemplating how much a headbutt would come in handy.
Instead, she lowered her face to his neck and bit as hard as she could, drawing blood and making a very deep bite. The wound stung and hurt like a bitch, but neither of them could deny the aroused groan that escaped Mordred’s lips. Is he mocking me? Penny growled.
Her eyes glared into his dark abyssal orbs and he smiled that same giddy love-sick grin that never failed to make her defenses crumble.
He’d made that face after their first kiss in her favorite study room in the library, and then again when he snuck into the prefect’s bathroom to watch her bathe. She’d thrown her rubber duck at him and he caught it, giving it an experimental squeeze. They’d both laughed and he’d ended up joining her, bare naked and looking deceptively human.
“Did you really not know I was half-eldritch?” Mordred asked her curiously, bringing her back to the present moment.
She looked down at him and his overly pale skin, dark long hair, and deep dark eyes, “I… Yes, deep down… I think I did know you were an eldritch… Your mind,” Penny caught very few of the jumbled thoughts dancing in his eyes, the windows to his dead-lit soul, “is like my father’s and my siblings’... They’re hard for me to read.”
“Hmm…” Mordred hummed, looking up at her naked form and indicating to his fissure, “and?”
Penny blushed, “My parents tend to… project. I’ve always pictured sex the way my parents do it, with strange anatomy and an awful lot of biting and sucking. When I got older, I realized differently, but the human way felt off for me. So, I guess I prefer eldritches. How did you know my eldritch traits were dormant and existent?”
Mordred blushed, maintaining his shy smile, “Er… I didn’t. I figured if you were human like your dam, you’d simply change, and if your traits were sleepers, then you’d still change to take my bite and seed. I’d have mated you no matter if you were more human or more eldritch.”
She shook her head exasperatedly at him, her dominant exterior fully shuttered away, “I should still hit you for that, but I just can’t when you look at me like that, and touch me like that… I’m pregnant, Mordred! You bred me… I can feel them there.”
Penelope finally giggled, laying down next to him and curling into his side. Mordred wrapped his arm around her and she sighed, looking up at him with large blue crystalline eyes. They shone in the dark and he couldn’t help but press another kiss to her perfect lips. She trailed a clawed finger around his right nipple, sending goosebumps along his skin.
“Careful, Penelope… Unless you want to ride another round on the bull, I’d suggest you stop doing that.”
“Ride the bull?” she hummed sleepily, “That’s corny, even for you,” she rested her hand on his chest and closed her eyes.
“Well, someone has to be the joker in this relationship,” he whispered, running his fingers through her chaotic curly red hair.
Penelope began to purr at his ministrations, curling into him further, “Mmm… You should ask my father… he could give you some better material… just stay away... from the dad-jokes… our little ones... don’t need to... hear that... shit…” she tapered off, sleep finally claiming her once more.
Mordred smiled at her, leaning over to kiss the crown of her head before slowly extracting himself from her nubile and clingy body. Looking down at his little fire nymph, he took a primal delight in how debauched and disheveled she looked. Bites lined her shoulders like a necklace and bruises clustered around her hips and breasts. If she’d been free, he’d probably be sporting many other bites and scratches aside from his mating bite. He cupped the mark, bringing away only a little blood. His healing was working hard to stop the bleeding, just as his mate’s was, judging by the lack of blood on the sheets.
Smiling at her once more, he covered her back up in her blankets and strode towards his clothes. Using his own magic, he changed into them and donned his ski-mask. He left his leather jacket behind for her to smell, as it would be a long few weeks before he could see her again. He hoped she’d rub herself on the leather, pushing her little clit into the metal buttons and drooling her sweet fertile essence over the sleeve as she pretended it was his cock.
The window slid open silently and he was quick to crawl out, leaving only a small breeze of cold winter air behind. With the help of his other three spider legs, the half-eldritch descended the siding of the house and landed on the snowy ground with a quiet crunch. Mordred glanced around, only seeing the dark forest on either side and the frozen beach ahead of him. He’d have to go around to the front or cut through the forest to his left to get to his car parked on the side of the road.
Suddenly, he was being tackled to the side. The snow broke some of the impact, but then he was being punched in the gut. Mordred wheezed, but threw the other person off of him and jumped on them before they could get back up. Then, they were rolling, each trying to get on top of the other. Teeth flashed and the both of them were snarling venom-filled growls at each other. Claws scraped through clothing and skin, the wounds spilling blood that rose rather than fell.
Mordred groped around the snowy ground and miraculously found a small but thick pine branch, smacking his attacker across the face and sending them flying back a few feet away. He bolted for the road again and made it to the front of the house before he was once again knocked flat on his ass. Luckily, he was able to roll backwards as the other lunged forward, if not, he’d have been skewered.
Now, there was almost fifteen feet between them, and Mordred was able to get a good look at his attacker. Surveying the taller male, he saw creepy-looking clown with a pale face, red make-up, and extremely familiar red tufty hair. Oh shit!
The half-eldritch booked it across the driveway as fast as he could, but Penelope’s father was evidently faster. Before he even realized it, he was pinned against a large oak with a gloved hand clutching his throat. Snow started to fall around them and everything was silent aside from their heavy breathing. No birds, no squirrels, no anything, the sign of an eldritch’s territory, as most primal beings unconsciously stayed far away from their species.
Amber-red glared into red and the hand tightened on his throat, even raising him up on his toes to align their eyes straight across. Mordred panicked, catching the other’s scent downwind. Not only was Mr. Gray old, but he was a lot older than his sire. He was tangling with an ancient eldritch, and he’d just coerced his daughter into mating with him. Shit!
“Now then, you slippery little spider… tell me something…” Penelope’s father growled in a deep baritone similar to his, “What were you doing in my daughter’s room? I hope you didn’t steal anything. You’re already going to die for trespassing into my territory.”
“No!” Mordred snarled and the eldritch cut off his shout by tightening his hand’s grip on his windpipe.
“No?” Pennywise loosened his grip a smidge, barely enough to let him talk, “Expl—”
The older eldritch cut himself off, noticing that the wind was shielding the boy’s scent from him. He shoved Mordred further into the tree, hearing the wood groan in protest as he immobilized him. His red nose scented along the long-haired man’s t-shirt-covered shoulder and immediately caught Penelope’s scent there. Quickly, the collar of the shirt was pulled aside and his fresh mating bite was visible for the both of them to see.
Pennywise growled lower and louder, the sound vibrating into Mordred’s diaphragm. Then, he was touching the offending wound, pressing his claws into it and examining it as invasively as possible. Meanwhile, the younger eldritch hissed and spat until his voice was cut off again by the elder’s strong hand.
“You mated with my daughter!?” Pennywise finally roared, pulling on Mordred’s long dark hair and knocking his head back against the tree, “What did you do, just wait around for her to get her first heat and then strike before anyone else!?” he eyed the boy again and snarled again, “That’s exactly what you did! I’ll bet you found her at that school. My mate told me she’d be safe there, that all my young would be safe, and yet, here you are. Did all the other little schoolgirls in skirts not satisfy you?! Did you wonder what it would be like to bed someone like us?! You snuck out very fast! Did you think my daughter was going to be a quick fuck and drop?!”
“No!!!” Mordred yelled in his face, his eyes burning redder than they’d ever been, “Penelope is my mate and I love her. Ever since I first saw her, I knew I wanted to wait for her, to mate her. She is beautiful, and strong, and funny, and so goddamn smart! She claims to not be able to read my mind and yet she always knows what I need… and I need her! I don’t want anyone else and I never will! The damage is already done! You kill me and she dies! You were too slow, old man!” Pennywise snarled at that last part, knowing that he was rather rusty in fighting other trans-dimensional beings.
Mordred was thrown aside, landing in the snow with a loud crunch. The youth looked up at his new father-in-law defensively and prepared for another fight. However, Penelope’s father looked exhausted, like he’d realized the truth in his words. While he didn’t know anything about Mordred, or his past, he had to live with it because Penny made the choice to do the same.
“Did you breed her?” Pennywise whispered, almost afraid to ask.
“Yes, but they won’t grow any more until after she graduates,” he answered wearily.
Pennywise huffed angrily, nodding his head in understanding. He couldn’t exactly protest, he’d impregnated his mate during their first time as well, after all. Instead, he pointed his gloved finger accusingly at him, “If I see you sneaking around here again instead of facing me like a man, then you better hope my mate or Penelope is with us because if catch you like this again, I am going to break every bone in your body until you are an inch from death, and then I’ll bring you back and repeat it over and over again until I’m satisfied.” Mordred nodded.
“Good,” Pennywise glared, amber eyes glinting sinisterly in the dark, “Now, get out of my sight.”
And Mordred did, knowing full well that if he'd been wearing any of his piercings, Penelope's father would have been all too happy to rip them out of his face and ears.