My Lord (Tombert)
October 2008
“My Lord…”
“Hush,” Tom scolded where he sat on his glorified armchair in the comforting dimness of their bedroom, “They’ve missed you…”
Robert huffed uncomfortably, feeling a collection of writhing scaly bodies slithering over every sensitive inch of skin below his ribcage. Tongues scented his inhuman sweat, reveling in his higher body temperature. All in all, it was the only thing that endeared him to their fickle natures. They were devoted to their master, and they understood that he was equally as devoted, treating him as one of their own, if not a little less at times. Their heads nudged his back and sides, wanting to be buried in his warmth. Some were rather large, nearly pushing him onto his hands and knees. Because he was already kneeling, it wouldn’t be as hard for them to make that happen.
The red-haired hybrid grit his teeth when he felt a certain determined head trying to wiggle its way underneath his ankles, which were purposefully blocking the warm orifice it actually wanted to wiggle into. It had happened once, to the young man’s utter shock and embarrassment. Tom had cackled at his discomfort, standing from his chair and gently extracting the naughty serpent from his person. Even now, Robert swore the same snake was trying for a second time.
Chancing a look, the eldritch quickly turned his head and looked down, too quickly, only for another serpent to become startled and strike at his tight neck. The bite stung, but the venom was mostly mild to his supernatural blood and flesh. He would feel sluggish for a few minutes and nothing more. Still, he couldn’t help closing his eyes for a few seconds as the venom’s effects washed over him.
Tom smirked, his eyes a deep red, like freshly poured wine. He raised an ebony brow and uncrossed his legs, “Again?”
“Yes, my Lord,” Robert rasped, nearly snarling his words, “Forgive me.”
“He’s persistent, isn’t he?” his mate stood, thoughtfully rubbing his distended belly, “I daresay that I spoil them too much, but they should at least understand that your arse belongs to me.” Pale bare feet padded closer to him, and the dark hem of a robe followed behind. Robert purred at his mate’s approach, but didn’t dare look up at his imposing form, at least not until he felt cool leather of the wizard’s riding crop sliding underneath his chin and urging his gaze upwards.
He was beautiful, just as he always had been in Robert’s eyes. His skin was a delightful pale tone, making his life-sustaining veins subtly stand out in tender reds and blues. Slender arms gave way to thin, dexterous fingers and broad, limber shoulders. Over the last couple of months, pectorals had slowly softened into breasts, growing heavy with the nourishment that would soon feed their pup. Thin, almost purple lips parted for a cruel white-toothed smirk as he crouched on toned legs. Robert wanted to feel his mate’s belly where it sat atop his soft thighs, but there were two constrictors enveloping his wrists tightly enough to make moving detrimental to his evening. It wouldn’t do to have too many viper bites before he got the chance to spill inside either of his mate’s holes. Tom would surely be cross with him if he knocked himself out before the “main event.”.
The young wizard kneeled, his tousled raven locks bouncing at the action and his belly falling between his open thighs. He moaned, and Robert quickly noticed another serpent’s head scenting and rubbing against his smaller cock and bollocks. It had been a dark few weeks between them when a very pregnant and emotional Tom realized that his previously generously-sized package had slowly shrunken to be the size of a young boy’s. Both of them theorized that his body had taken the rest and used it to grow the womb that now housed their growing pup. It was interesting for Robert, as neither of them expected his bite to significantly change the reincarnated human so quickly.
Despite his mate’s reservations on the subject, as Tom rather liked being able to fuck his eldritch mate, Robert thought the little cocklet was adorable. The entirety of it fit right inside his fist, and he was quick to assure the wizard of his appreciation. Even now, he could feel his mouth salivating at the sight of the hypnotically dangling appendage. He fought to keep his descending fangs hidden, pursing his lips in a way that he hoped wouldn’t be noticed.
Come here, naughty boy… Tom hissed in parseltongue, reaching his hands out until the guilty snake came out from behind Robert’s body and rested itself between his outstretched hands, How many times must I tell you that my mate’s insides will not make a suitable cave for you, no matter how warm and wet it is. He, and all of his holes are mine, just as you are mine.
The snake slithered up Tom’s arm and wrapped around his shoulders in a pseudo hug. Meanwhile, the wizard allowed it to lean in close and press their mouths together in an oddly human kiss. Robert growled at the sight, knowing that his mate had trained it to do that. The sound grew even lower and louder when the dark-haired man opened his mouth and allowed the snake to scent inside, its little head traversing in with no hesitance.
“My Lord…” Robert tried again, coughing once to clear his numb throat, “I thought you were going to punish him…”
Tom waited until the snake lifted his head out of his mouth, “Oh, but of course… However, given that I taught him to do what he’s done, and he’s been so obedient thus far, I don’t see any reason why I should punish him.”
Robert narrowed his eyes at Tom’s cruel smirk and twinkling red eyes, his irises turning a similar shade of red, “What.”
“Oh, come now, love…” the wizard crooned, petting the dark snake as he returned to his hands, “Don’t you want to see what else he’s learned?”
I want to kiss the Warm One, Papa.
Tom glanced down at the small ball python and gave it a more genuine smile, And you will, Little One…
Robert frowned, concerned at the exchange. He still had yet to understand parseltongue. A large python began to crawl up his back, winding around his ribcage to create an asphyxiating sensation. His breathing grew heavier as he tried and failed to expand his lungs. When he looked back to his mate, he was met with the tiny face and beady eyes of the ball python.
The little guy was young, just a few years shy of being fully grown. Tom had spirited him away from his glass cage, marking the occasion as the last time Robert would voluntarily take him to a zoo. He’d been smaller then, wrapping gently around his master’s arm in a dense coil of scales. There was a scar along his side from uncaring poachers and keepers, and that had been something the young wizard had fussed over since he started taking care of him.
Robert spoke to his father about Tom’s behavior, and the older eldritch mentioned that it was possible that he’d latched onto the baby snake, seeing him as his own pup, a byproduct of his blossoming paternal instincts. After Robert and Pennywise spoke, the former began to see Tom displaying more and more motherly behavior towards the little snake.
There were times where he’d wake with it snuggling between them in bed, and others where Tom would carry it around the house in a warm blanket. He was also oddly affectionate with it, gently helping it eat mice and bathing it when it became too covered in its victims’ blood. Even though he would never admit it, Robert was jealous.
Now, the half-eldritch scowled, hissing irritatedly through his teeth at the little dog-like mouth and forked tongue that were close to touching him. It was a very unsettling rattle that made all of the serpents around him jerk back in fear. Robert then felt at least five sets of fangs burying themselves into his bare flesh. Groaning, he felt the sting of the bites, and then the slowly mounting heat and numbness of the venom.
“Serves you right,” Tom smirked, a raspy chuckle escaping his throat, “You can’t say ‘no’ to a face like this…”
Robert’s eyes rolled, lids falling to half-mast, “My apologies… Let me make it up to you, Master…”
Tom’s crimson eyes twinkled with delighted malice, “Very well… if you won’t kiss our little one, then he will kiss you…” he drawled, lowering the ball python until its face was mere inches from his half-hard cock.
Robert whined, shifting his hips in an attempt to hide the appendage but only succeeding in enticing the serpent all the more. The drooling purple and red head bobbed hypnotizingly, leaking dark pre, “I beg you, my Lord…” he grit his teeth, “This is wrong on sooo many levels…,” he sighed, knowing he didn’t really have a choice. Kinky fucker...
“This is your punishment,” Tom spoke tonelessly, ignoring his pleas, “Not accepting my pets is not accepting me… and if you would rather not have this one up your arse, I would suggest remaining silent until he’s had his fill of you.” He gently coerced the serpent forward, Come, Little One… Drink your fill of the Warm One…”
Tom struck, reaching his arm around until his hand grasped Robert’s nape. It took even less time to tug the half-eldritch forward and pull him into an open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues danced, the half-eldritch’s dark appendage winding around the wizard’s shorter pink one. Teeth clacked together and lips slid wetly against each other.
Robert groaned, nipping at Tom’s lips as they stretched into a wider smirk. A string of sharp parseltongue left his mouth and suddenly, the other man felt a strange sensation around his cock. Gently leaning away from Tom, he tried to see what was happening to him, only for the wizard to grab him by the neck and pull him back to where he was before.
“I’m not done with your mouth,” Tom broke their kiss, rasping eagerly against his throat and licking at the blood and drool gathering at the corners of their lips.
Wet warmth surrounded Robert’s nearly-forgotten appendage, enveloping the head and moving steadily upwards every few seconds. Little pinpricks accentuated the movements, making him moan in both pleasure and pain. He moved to look down, but the riding crop was back, pushing pointedly under his chin to keep him from doing so.
“Does it hurt, Robert?” Tom dragged his cheek against the other male’s, nipping at his ear once he reached it, “Ball pythons can have as many as one-hundred inward-facing teeth in their mouth at a time, almost like those on a cat’s penile barbs. With any luck, your cock won’t be completely shredded when he’s finished with you.”
“I hate you,” Robert finally spat after a moment of glaring at his mate, the words accentuated by a more intense pain in his favored appendage. He could feel warm liquid trailing down to his balls, and he immediately knew it was his own blood. The python tilted its head to better take his girth, dragging the sharp pin-like teeth along his sensitive skin before chomping down.
A sharp lash at his back startled him despite not being painful, the guilty crop trailing its length across the momentarily bruised skin. Robert glared at Tom and raised an eyebrow, “You’ve got my full attention, My Lord,” he bit off sarcastically at the wizard’s scowl, “So what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I say that you’re not showing me the proper respect I deserve—”
“Yeah?” Robert tilted his head, a sour look on his face, “Because I see a entitled little brat trying to chase his past life, wanting to discover who he used to be and how he could triumph where he failed. I see a pitiful little boy who knows deep down that he wasn’t related to his family by blood, that daddy didn’t love him enough, that Mummy always looked at him with pity in her eyes—!”
“Dagger…” Tom spoke softly, tears coming to his eyes at his mate’s harsh words.
Robert bulked at their chosen safe word as it passed the man’s pale lips. Immediately, he tried to free his hands with the strength he kept subdued, uncaring of the entangled serpents around his wrist. Three more embedded their teeth into his arms, but he only had eyes for Tom. The wizard hissed a quick command and the snakes slithered away, leaving only the ball python, who was still engulfing the eldritch’s sizable member.
“Tommy…?” Robert winced, pulling the smaller wizard into his punctured arms.
“I don’t think I can do this…” Tom rasped, the tears finally flowing down his face, “I can’t stand your anger, especially when it’s directed at me. And those words...”
“I’m sorry,” the eldritch kissed his slack mouth and rubbed comfortingly at his nape, “I thought you said you wanted harsh.”
“...I was wrong,” Tom winced, lowering his head until it was tucked under Robert’s neck.
“The Great Thomas Gray admitting that he’s wrong?” the redhead teased, “I am honored to bear witness to such a historical event.”
Tom hissed in parseltongue, the words sounding more like a curse than anything else, and perhaps it was, considering how quickly the ball python began to actually suck on his cock, yanking its teeth in and out of the appendage with each movement, “Ow! I very much prefer your mouth to his.”
Despite the pain, Robert felt very close to his climax, “Ah! It’s— He’s— Fuck!”
His hips began to hump the air, jostling the snake and causing it to bite down harder. The movement made him snarl and dig his own teeth into his mate’s bare shoulder where his mating bite lay, waiting to be reopened. Tom yelled at the sudden painful pleasure and plucked twice at Robert’s nipples before returning the reopened mating bite, triggering the eldritch’s orgasm.
A savage howl left the redhead’s open mouth, and he could feel his knot bumping the python's nose and his inky seed filling the creature’s stomach. It wouldn’t be much, considering how much more pain he was in during the act. However, he felt bad for the little thing, especially now that he had to spit out the object that was halfway down its throat.
Tom gently brought the snake off of his mate’s mutilated appendage, letting it reset its jaw before placing it, as well as the other snakes, back into their cages. Was I good, Papa? The Warm One’s blood tasted like fire... The little serpent asked, wiggling in the wizard’s arms as he was lowered into his warm enclosure. Yes, Little One, you did very well. Tom purred, rubbing the snake’s little face with a slender finger before shutting the lid.
Robert watched on before looking back down at his damaged cock. It was red and bloody all the way down to his knot. Very little of the abused skin was visible, the bloody cuts and puncture wounds obscuring it. Still, it didn’t hurt as much as it would have for a normal human. It stung, so he put his deadlights to work at patching himself up. After all, it was his mate’s turn to get fucked.
After a moment, his body was back to the way it was only twenty minutes earlier, free of snake bites and blood. Satisfied at the fixed skin, he eyed his mate with nothing short of primal lust. A brighter redness eclipsed the amber in his irises, and he was quick to stand, stumbling eagerly over to his pregnant mate.
Tom jolted as he was suddenly face-to-face with an amorous eldritch grin, his hands flying to his belly as a reflex. Robert purred at the gesture, moving his own hands until they covered the smaller ones, “Hmm… How is he?”
“He’s fine,” Tom gasped when the taller male pressed him into the nearest wall and began sucking on his neck like a leech, “He likes to hear your voice. He kept kicking when you spoke just now.”
“Hmm…” another purr came from Robert’s chest and he was quick to begin humping the other man’s belly, “He’s so smart, just like you…”
“Ohh~” Tom whined when long dark fingers pushed apart the center of his robe, latching onto his perky nipples and imitating how their pup would feed from its dam, “If you stop, I will actually kill you.”
Robert stopped, a slow smirk growing on his face, “Oh… If that’s the case…” he stepped away, moving to tidy up their room, naked or otherwise.
Tom gaped, trailing after him with his thin, pale lips opening and closing with nothing short of incredulity, “I—”
“You’re bluffing and we both know it. I don’t know why you even bother your perfect little ass about it,” Robert chuckled, stepping away from the wizard each time he took a step toward him, “Now… How do you want me? Do you want me in your ass? Your tight boypussy? Or do you want to suck me off? Don’t misunderstand me, mate… I intend to give my seed to all three at some point today, but the question is…” he teleported behind Tom and hugged him around the middle, with one hand around his belly, and the other arm pressing underneath his soft pectorals and inserting his fingers into Tom’s open mouth.
Robert’s index, middle, and ring fingers rested on the wizard’s soft, wet tongue, pressing it down and urging him to suck on the given offering. He’d been bit the first time this had happened, but he’d been slowly training his husband to not bulk at such insertions. So, now, when Tom only closed his mouth along the fingers and moaned, sucking on them with few unavoidable teeth grazes, the eldritch hybrid crooned, reaching the hand that was on his mate’s belly down to his hardening cocklet and enveloping it in his warm grasp. Tom moaned around the long, dexterous fingers, his hips rocking with each tug on the small appendage and swirl of Robert’s thumb around the slit, “Where do you want it first?”