Darlin' and Daddy (Penny x Mordred)
June 2008
While Mordred wasn’t much of a sentimental guy, the way the sun illuminated his mate’s vibrant red curls made him want to tear his own heart out and give it to her. It wouldn’t kill him to do it. He had enough eldritch blood in him to do such a thing and still live. Growing up in the Todash Darkness made him more his sire’s son than his dam’s. He could do it, but he wouldn’t. Penny would be just as disgusted as she would be flattered.
Instead, he simply leaned over her prone body and pressed a slow, loving kiss to her lips. They tasted of sugar and citrus, like a particularly sweet orange, and he was all too happy to sample the flavor. The young woman giggled, the small bell-like chuckle leaving the tiny gap between their mouths. He purred in return, rolling onto his side and wrapping an arm around her. Meanwhile, the hammock they were laying in made a suspicious creaking sound. She gripped his dark t-shirt with her red-painted fingernails and deepened their kiss, knocking their sharpening fangs together hard enough to make him moan.
Boldly, he reached forward and grasped her left breast where it was hiding underneath her frilly red blouse. She gasped eagerly, nipping at his lips until he could taste his inhuman blood. Playing dom today, are we, Darlin’? He chittered to her in his eldritch tongue, letting her maneuver her way on top of his pelvis. It was one of her favored positions: riding Mordred’s cock, looking down upon him like an eldritch princess as she took her pleasure from a lowly male like him.
His tentacles furled and writhed in the confines of his dark jeans, desperately wishing to be wrapped around Penny’s thin but supple thighs and playing with her beautiful pink folds. He moaned as her head dipped to rest against his tense throat, knowing what she was likely to do. From observing his mate’s young dam, he realized that Penny actually inherited a kink from her sire, a fact that initially made him want to vomit despite how interesting it was to see the harsh bite marks on Mrs. Gray’s skin mirror his own.
After he mentioned it to Penny, she became very quiet, turning a deep red in the face as she stuttered a half-baked explanation that he was all too happy to dismiss by way of a quickie in the back shed of the Gray’s property.
The piercing, tingling sensation of his mate’s sharp teeth sinking into his right deltoid snapped him back to reality. He could feel her sucking his blood, an action she’d been doing more frequently now that their progeny were finally beginning to grow inside her. As of now, they were about a month into gestation, and would likely be born in six to seven months by Hermione’s estimate. Personally, he was hoping for twins, but his mate thought differently and wouldn’t tell him what she knew no matter how much he asked.
He hadn’t even noticed her pull up his t-shirt sleeve or brush away his long dark hair to make the bite, but she definitely had his undivided attention when she leaned back, her soft lips painted with his blood. Groaning at the combined pleasure and pain, his long fingers snuck under Penny’s frilly red and white skirt, rubbing promisingly at her puffy clit.
Wetness leaked through her silken panties, dampening the crotch of his jeans. The smell would linger until they were washed, but he wore the evidence of their mating proudly, even if it was something that was frowned upon by certain others who had a way of making him want to shit himself in self defense. Unfortunately this tactic would be very ineffective considering where this certain “other” was living around the time his mate was conceived.
“Ohh~ Mordy,” she moaned teasingly, rubbing their clothed genitals together to create a deliciously unsatisfactory friction, “You’re gonna make me cum…”
Mordred chuckled, “Well, we can’t have that just yet… lift your pussy up for me so I can get you what you need, hmm?”
Penny bracketed his hips with her knees, hovering just behind the large bulge in his jeans, “Don’t stop touching me,” she ordered, returning his thumb to her clit and lowering her own hands to undo his studded belt and unzip his fly.
The little telepath humped his fingers where they stroked and prodded at her snatch, trying to penetrate despite the silken barrier of her underwear in the way. She whined at his actions, her hand eagerly digging into his briefs and yanking out the bumpy, red, and purple organ she desperately sought after. It held a bead of light gray pre on its slit, begging her to taste it.
Mordred’s erection bobbed hypnotizingly in front of her, looking like a demonic mushroom, but one Penny was so eager to taste. Her fist gripped the topmost area, her painted thumb gliding ever so slowly across the slit and collecting the droplet on her finger. Bringing the lucky digits up to her blood-stained mouth, she lapped at the salty liquid with a strangled moan. Meanwhile, he resumed his fingering, slipping the wet seat of his mate’s panties to the side and slipping a finger inside her hole. He could hardly believe he didn’t even notice she was so wet. A few rivulets trailed down his finger and down his hand, leading him to bring his hand to his mouth and lap at the warm, translucent liquid on his fingers.
“Taste good?” He joked at her blissful expression and she nodded eagerly, her short red tufts bouncing at the action.
Mordred swallowed subtly and grinned toothily at her, “Well, you taste pretty damn good, too. Like a damn peach cobbler, strange as that sounds…” he rubbed her flanks, coercing his tentacles forth to kiss the pink skin of her cunny.
The young woman suddenly frowned and narrowed her eyebrows, huffing offendedly. Worried he’d done or said something wrong, he froze, her name beginning on his lips, “Pene—”
“Dad is watching us,” she spat before he could finish her name, laying back down beside him and curling her thin, pale arms possessively around his bicep. Her teeth rediscovered their most recent bite but Mordred couldn’t be bothered with that now, lurching upwards and nearly ripping himself out of the cocoon-like hammock in order to view his surroundings.
“What?!” He panicked, looking around the bright, green, and vacant backyard before turning his gaze up to the house and seeing Mr. Gray lurking in the doorway, the older male’s eyes a flaming amber-red against his human disguise.
Penelope had explained it to him, of course, the fact that the eldritch in front of him was indeed her sire, but it was the persona of Bill Gray that had given her mother the seed to conceive her. So, to see the human-looking man glaring at him from the shadows of the doorway was actually quite a bit scarier than his Pennywise form confronting him after stealing Penelope’s virginity.
“Uhh… Hey, Mr. Gray, sir…” he tried to call out, his voice becoming quieter with each word while Bill’s glare became more pronounced.
Mordred wilted under his mate’s father’s stern expression, knowing that he looked halfway to sporting a sexual afterglow. He could likely even smell their pheromones where he was. Penelope’s scent clung to him as much as the girl physically did at the moment, unflinchingly and unapologetically. Looking down, he realized that his erection had become limp and hung sadly out of his pants. His little mate seemed to notice the difference as well, as she immediately whined, but subtly tucked him back into his underwear, zipped up his fly, and fixed his belt.
Slowly, Mordred untangled himself from Penny, slipping out of the hammock and letting his mate make herself more presentable inside. He held his hands in front of the wet spot on his crotch, trying to look respectful but coming off as suspicious instead. Grimacing, he stepped behind the hammock when Mr. Gray squared his shoulders as a warning.
An angry Penelope lurched out of the hammock, clamping a white-knuckled hand around his forearms and beginning to drag him toward the house. Mordred bucked against her hold at first, not wanting to be within lunging distance of her father. However, he was quick to stop fighting when she snarled back at him like a true eldritch female despite her small size. His eyes widened and he tried to make himself smaller in deference to the two Grays.
“Dad, you are the worst!” she yelled and pointed her finger at her father, who crossed his arms and huffed at her words, “I’m already pregnant. What else could he do that hasn’t already been done.”
“I don’t know if I should be here for this…” Mordred voiced hesitantly, but immediately clammed up upon being on the receiving end of two red-eyed glares.
“Shut up, Mordy! You’re not going anywhere!”
“You’re right, leave my pup and I to discuss this behavior!”
Torn, but ultimately seeing more bloodlust in Mr. Gray’s eyes, he extracted himself out of Penelope’s grip and took off running across the yard. A loud snarling sounded from behind him and he made the mistake of looking backwards, seeing his mate scratching and clawing at her sire’s unrelenting grip. He held her around the waist, bracketing her arms at her sides and ensuring that she couldn’t escape. He whimpered at her persistence and went over to the nearest tall tree, climbing upwards until he could still be visible from inside the house.
★★★
Penelope seemed to calm down, realizing that he wasn’t completely running away. Her father grunted, pulling her inside the house.
“You’re so hypocritical, Dad! You and Mum are worse than rabbits on sex pollen, but when it comes to me, you’re like the most prudish nun! Mordred and I are happy! Why do you have to ruin it for me?” Penelope began yelling once the door shut behind her.
“Don’t talk to me like that, young lady!” Bill roared, more of Pennywise coming out in his expression, “You are my pup! I couldn’t protect you when that charlatantricked you into mating, but I’ll be damned if I can’t protect you from now on. He bound you to him, knowing full-well what he was doing and you didn’t—”
“Well, why didn’t I know? Hmm? Where was my eldritch sex-ed class that said males could be manipulative jerks when they wanted to be—”
“Enough, Penelope!” Bill shifted into Pennywise, “I will not be having some Todash whelp, much less a pup of the Crimson King, seducing my daughter away from this planet. Think of your mother! She’d be heartbroken.”
Penelope shoved him away, moving back towards the door, “Well for your information, Mordred wants to stay here with me and our young, not the other way around. One of his younger brothers can be the prince if his sire is so concerned about it. I don’t regret anything that has happened between us. He cares an awful lot about me, he’s funny, and he’s excited to be a father. Why can’t you just see that?” she cried, tears falling down her face as she threw open the door and ran outside. Pennywise stood in shock for a moment before punching a hole in the wall and falling to his knees, angry and frustrated with himself.
★★★
At the sight of Penelope’s teary blue eyes, Mordred immediately climbed down from his perch and brought her into his arms, lifting her in his arms and walking down to the beach. He kissed her tears away while he walked, maneuvering past flowerbeds and gardening tools as they approached the back of the yard.
Descending the few wooden steps, the male eldritch hybrid could feel the sand on his worn cowboy boots. He continued walking, pressing soft kisses to Penelope’s face all the while. She shuddered with frustrated, silent sobs, clinging to Mordred like a lifeline. Confusion started to outweigh her emotional upheaval as she realized that Mordred had walked beyond her family’s property line, “Where—?”
“It’s a surprise, Darlin’,” he whispered, ducking his head to nibble her neck.
Penelope frowned, wondering what he was planning. Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long, noticing a secluded, rocky opening jutting out from the beach up ahead. Mordred smirked against her nape, realizing she saw his newfound hiding place, “I’ve placed so many wards that anyone else would miss it completely, which is nice for us because it was getting a lot of use before I did some spring cleaning.
Frowning at his words, Penelope wriggled in his arms, nonverbally asking to be set down on the sand. Mordred mirrored her frown, but ultimately lowered his mate until her dainty red-painted toes curled around the sand. He took her hand, leading her inside the rocky cave and letting her marvel at his decor.
Luminescent multi-colored crystals lit up the interior of the cave, their lights not reaching the entrance, but everything else in between. Mordred had set up additional candle-lit lanterns on the stalactites in case the crystal lighting wasn’t strong enough, but now he simply used them for more romantic lighting. The rocks that made up the walls and floor were wet and warm, as was the bubbling pool that he’d filled with heated ocean water. It wasn’t hard to momentarily boil the water in that single place, and he was eager to have his mate try out his make-shift hot tub, with or without his cock pumping seed into her already-occupied womb.
A simple mattress and a variety of soft-looking furs laid against the furthest wall while a shoplifted cooler and backpack full of food sat next to the bed.
“Oh, Mordred…” Penny rasped awed, rubbing her thighs together, “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s not much,” he countered her with more than a hint of sarcasm, “but we can be alone here, as long as m’lady wishes.”
“I wish I had my swimsuit,” Penny whined and Mordred laughed at her, pulling her close and beginning to undo the buttons on her blouse.
“Oh, Darlin’, everybody knows the best way to skinny dip is to be naked,” he kissed her, yanking her top off and leaving his mate topless with the exception of her lacy red bra, “Oh yeah,” he purred, “There’s no way in hell this is staying on,” he motioned to her bra, and reached underneath her skirt to yank down her panties.
“M-Mordred,” she giggled, rubbing her thighs together, “Can we… on the bed first…? I’ve been a very bad girl, Mr. Deschain.”
Mordred purred, seeing that Penelope’s more submissive side wanted some attention before they reconvened in the pool. He made her step out of her panties, leaving the slip of lace on the stone floor as he backed her up onto the mattress, “My little mate’s been naughty? Oh… that doesn’t sound like her…”
“I yelled at my sire,” she confessed, making Mordred pause and realize that Mr. Gray’s hatred for him had surely grown tenfold within the last twenty minutes, “But he can’t control my life anymore… You’re my Daddy, now… After all, I have your babies inside me…”
“Ohh~” Mordred groaned, gently pushing Penny down until she knelt on the mattress with her face at the same level as the tent in his jeans, “You have been very naughty. Your sire brought forth the seed your dam conceived you with, and you choose to repay him with your harsh words. He deserves to be respected, as does your dam. Should I expect the same from you? Will you treat Daddy with such disrespect? The one who filled your wanton womb when you begged for pups during your heat?”
“No, Daddy,” she promised, her fingers quickly undoing his belt and zipper. His underwear and pants were quick to follow, falling around his ankles.
Her mouth enveloped his entire erection in a single movement, punching the air out of his lungs and forcing him to lean against the wall for support. It definitely made the hostile, jealous part of him wonder if she’d been practicing while they’d been apart. He wasn’t sure what was worse, her practicing with another male, or practicing with a phallic object like a vegetable or a toy. Either way, it wasn’t him, so it must be eliminated. Even now, he wasn’t very keen on the sight of his mate’s dexterous fingers thrusting in and out of her squelching channel. The only thing that prevented him from yanking them out and replacing them with his cock and tentacles was the fact that her tongue and teeth were currently driving him into what may be the quickest orgasm he’d ever experienced.
Penelope was quick and dirty, dragging her teeth along his shaft with each bob and licking at his slit with each exhale. Her sheer speed staggered him, making him cry out in both confusion and frustration. It felt like she was trying to suck out his soul, and it was working. His balls churned before he understood what was happening. A low whining cry left his mouth and his knot swelled up just between her lips.
Noticing this, she immediately fell back and turned around on all fours, presenting her leaking pussy to his fiery eyes, “Fuck me, Daddy,” she rasped lowly; turning around, biting her lip, and winking at him.
He nearly burst right then and there, but instead dropped to his own knees and hunched over her. It took less than a second for his abused cock to locate and sink into her waiting warmth. Penelope’s velvet walls squeezed him ever so tightly, and it took only a few thrusts to slip his knot inside, effectively plugging her up for the next few minutes.
The witch’s eyes widened at the sudden burst of seed that rattled her insides, splashing against her cervix and triggering an immediate orgasm from her end, “Ohh~!” she cried out, pulsing wildly around him.
His hands came down and rubbed along her more swollen belly, feeling the combined sensations of his softening cock and seed through her skin. He could just picture their little ones feeling his warmth, beginning to identify him as their sire. Mordred could hardly wait for their arrival. In the present moment, however, there was a much more pressing question on his mind.
He rolled his mate until they were on their sides, face to face. She looked exhausted, her riotous tufts going in all directions. Mordred hadn’t even noticed he’d been tugging on it, “Penny… Are you alright?”
“Don’t go all soft on me, Daddy… ‘m fine, just feels good,” she crooned, cupping his face in her hands and pressing a kiss to his open mouth.
“Oh, Darlin… never,” he promised, slapping her ass swiftly and harshly, making her cunny clench tightly around him.
She moaned, “Can’t wait to try out the pool…”
“I will let you if you tell me how you could deepthroat me so fast. If you didn’t already own my soul, you would have stolen it just now.”
“Hmm… I don’t know…,” Penelope teased, “It’s a bit of a secret…”
Mordred smirked, leaning over her and rolling one of her nipples between his fingers, “Tell me…”
“...I have a toy… a knotting dildo…” Penelope winced, watching a tensely aroused look enter Mordred’s normally dark eyes.
“Naughty, naughty… and pray tell, how did you come upon such an object? It’s not like you to frequent the types of shops that specialize in... adult materials,” he grabbed her fingers, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles.
“Roman got it for me,” she admitted, and Mordred snapped his head up so fast he gave himself whiplash.
“What?” he shook his head, thinking and hoping he’d heard her wrong, “Your brother, Roman?”
Penelope giggled, rolling her eyes, “Yes, I caught him balls deep in Lily Luna during the New Year’s Party, and thanks to me, our sire was none the wiser. He owed me, and that’s what I wanted: something to practice with until I could have you again. I got a taste for you on my birthday, and it was something I couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried. You left me wanting, so I got the next best thing.”
“Wow…” Mordred exhaled, frowning, “...wow… I’m sorry I left, but your sire would have killed me.”
“That’s… probably true,” Penny agreed.
“But I’m not sorry about turning you into a little slut for my cock,” he grinned down at her, petting her head and running his fingers through her hair.
“Of course you’re not.”