Patriarch
June 2008
Mordred Deschain was feeling pretty good where he currently was at the moment, walking a few steps behind his little mate and watching her stumble, bow-legged and blissful, along the beach in front of him. His cum trickled down her thigh in a milky trail, glistening on her reddened skin in the golden rays of sunset. She let out a sound of surprise, immediately bending over to grab at something in the sand and consequently flashing him with her bared and messy cunny.
The older half-eldritch groaned, thickening once again in his tight jeans. He fought the urge to bound over her and begin humping her like a dog, but instead, he crept up behind her and twisted the sizable plug inside her channel, tugging and turning it around and around until her legs began to shake.
“Oh~ Mordy…” Penelope whined, squealing when he crouched and lapped up the excess slick and cum that had escaped between the plug.
“Naughty, Darlin’...” he mumbled against her clit, nibbling on it with his descending fangs enough to make her cry out, “We ought to get you a bigger plug, hn?”
“Hmm… yes!” she gasped when he took a long suck on her little button, thrusting her hips forward. In retaliation, Mordred simply enlarged the plug, making it feel more like his knot was lodged halfway inside her, “Ohhh~” she groaned, a single frustrated tear leaving her eye.
Mordred chuckled darkly at the sound, running a single finger through her folds before standing up and stepping back to admire the view. He was certainly thankful that her delightful lacy red panties had found their way into his back pocket. Penelope’s skirt had risen up, exposing her delightfully round arse and leading him into a small, yet fulfilling fantasy of bouncing a coin off of that same ass and being rewarded with the same high-pitched yelp she made whenever he quickly slipped inside her.
He’d learned early on that there was absolutely no difference between the noise Penelope made when she was startled and the noise she made each time he thrust his bumpy eldritch cock inside her welcoming hole. They were the same, which made for some awkward boners whenever they watched horror films, or walked in the busy halls at Ilvermorny.
She’s so cute, his brain supplied, taking in her small, thin frame and soft, cherubic features. He saw those same youthful, almost maiden-like qualities in her mother, Hermione. Somehow, even in her now frozen age of twenty-six, the older witch still sometimes looked like she was still in her late teens, much like his own little mate. Meanwhile, Mr. Gray looked a bit older than his mentioned age, with his more sunken-in eyes and well-defined cheekbones.
Granted, even Mordred had to admit, Mr. Gray still made for a handsome human. His chocolate brown hair had interesting flecks of golden brown hidden within the thicker tresses that were usually slicked back to emphasize tall, almost-pointy ears and a chiseled jaw. Even his nose, tilted up like an aristocrat’s, held that well-defined appeal. It reminded him that his mate’s nose had the same tilt, even if it was combined with her mother’s softer button-like nose. However, what really took the cake for him were their lips.
Perfect lips seemed to run in the family. They were never cracked, split, or chapped, but rather soft, voluminous, and even a bit shiny. Sometimes, he noticed Mrs. Gray’s lips change color when she was trying some new makeup. Mr. Gray seemed to simultaneously love it and hate it. Based on Penelope’s rather brief trial of makeup, he figured it was because the smell and taste of his mate’s skin was masked by the chemical smell and taste of the lipstick. At the same time, Hermione’s lips looked shinier and more colorful, and Mordred thought a secret part of Mr. Gray loved the stain she left on his cheek, his neck, and likely even around the base of his cock, when she wore it. Incidentally, that last hypothesis was merely that and nothing more. Sometimes, he wondered if Pennywise ever returned the favor, making his own red paint leave stains around Mrs. Gray’s voluminous breasts, or on her child-bearing hips because of the number of times her mate’s large, gloved hands would rub across her middle, likely wishing for more young.
At first, the gesture didn’t seem like much, but after initially rubbing Penelope’s slight bump, he found his own hands drifting there at night, and he knew that the urge to constantly feel for his young would grow as they got bigger.
Mordred could see it in Mr. Gray’s eyes, the urge to procreate once again. As far as Mordred knew, Hermione had been able to keep herself from getting pregnant for the last fifteen years. Penelope had told him that Roman had been an accidental pregnancy, and since then, their mother was looking for ways to keep her mate from giving her more little ones until they no longer needed to take care of their quadruplets.
However, in recent months, Mordred had noticed a new glint in Mr. Gray’s unnaturally-blue eyes. He’d seen it in his own dam’s eyes when his sire got a bit too handsy with some of his servants. Granted, the flings never went further than that, but it was enough to turn Roland Deschain’s deep-seated hate toward the Crimson King into something resembling jealousy, and the King knew it, purposefully feeding into his mate’s angry jealousy and receiving the most passionate hate sex in return. Roland always walked away with a bow-legged step befitting his former gunslinger occupation, a blissfully crooked smile that temporarily replaced his perpetual frown, and, most importantly, a new half-eldritch pup in his belly. As the eldest of the dysfunctional couple’s pups, he’d seen this behavior repeat itself more than a few times over the last few decades, and his sire had only gotten more creative about it.
Mr. Gray looked like his sire did, waiting to stir up trouble with his mate enough to open her womb to a successful breeding. Mordred winced at the idea, knowing his inevitable, albeit partial, involvement in the whole thing. He looked back to his own pregnant mate and thought about Robert and Tom. The Gray family was expanding, but the Patriarch, the alpha, wasn’t the one expanding it.
In eldritches, Mordred knew familial units were mostly nuclear with two reproducing parents and their children. The parents continue to reproduce while the children either break off from the group to form their own clans, or stay with their parents to be caregivers for their new brothers and sisters. The former was most popular, as resources were limited and breeding opportunities were obviously more available. However, what the Grays were doing was something in between, like what humans do, but it simply wasn’t natural for the eldritches in the bunch. At least it’s not like it was in ancient times… Mordred shook his head and tried not to gag, thinking about the nearly-forgotten era of normalized incest and interbreeding to create the strongest, scariest, and most colorful eldritches. Then again… he grimaced, thinking about what Penelope had told him about her uncle looking at her more feminine brother with such “impure promise,” as she told him.
Mordred supposed he could see the appeal in the gentle and sophisticated boy. Hugo was only a couple inches taller than his sisters, but shared their slight limbs and delicate features. In some lights, he even seemed to be a bit androgynous, but it was his deeper voice and stern, masculine eyes that set him apart, both of which he got from his father. Still, he often smelled of baked goods, soft linens, and old books, all of which weren’t exactly masculine scents, thus outing him as a submissive, or a breeder in the eldritch species.
“Mordy~” Penelope whined, grumbling as she stumbled over to him and hugged him around his middle. A frustrated pout tilted her lips into a frown and he chuckled, coping a feel at her bum underneath her pitifully short skirt while he was at it. Oh yes, he noted happily. He’d definitely picked the right Gray to mate.
“Hmm?” he hummed, massaging her cheeks and feeling for the lingering sore spots on the skin there. Penelope whined, thrusting her arse further into his hands.
“What were you thinking about?” she moaned curiously, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on her tip-toes to press a kiss to his lips, “I found a sand dollar.”
He smirked as she showed off her bounty, tapping her right butt cheek with a single finger, “I was just thinking about how it’d look if I bounced a coin off your sweet little ass… but I suppose this will do,” Mordred snatched the sand dollar from her.
“Shut up!” Penelope blushed hotly, squealing when he simply picked her up and began walking in the direction of the house.
★★★
When they got back to the house, both Mr. and Mrs. Gray were waiting for them in the doorway. The older eldritch had his hands clasped on his mate’s shoulders as he stood behind her, glaring more and more intensely as they came closer to the back porch. He seemed to fume for a bit longer before he transitioned into Pennywise, who seemed a bit calmer as he rubbed his dark hands down Hermione’s arms.
“Hullo, you two!” Hermione called beckoning them inside.
Penelope huffed, walking through the door and hugging her mother. Mordred followed hesitantly, keeping an eye on the tall clown. Unfortunately for him, the action was mutual. Amber glared into ebony, freezing the younger eldritch in his tracks. Pennywise crossed his arms, squaring his shoulders and puffing up his chest in a clear dominance display. His nose flared as he pointedly inhaled loudly, growling his displeasure quietly.
“What is this… whelp doing in here?” he spat.
Hermione glared at her rude mate, “He’s waiting for you to apologize,” she spat with equal fury, crossing her own arms to mirror his stance.
“Me? Me, apologize?” Pennywise laughed incredulously.
“Yes, you, you absolute wanker!” Hermione flared her arms out in exasperation.
“Oho! That’s rich!” Pennywise took a step toward Hermione, “First, this little shit breaks into our home, rapes and breeds our little one, continues to stay here and run his hands all over her, and worst of all—!”
“Pennywise!” Hermione gapes, offended at his harsh words. She looked to their daughter and her mate with nothing short of utter embarrassment.
“He’s fucking her, Hermione!” Pennywise roared.
“They’re mated! That’s what mated couples do!” Hermione took a step toward her mate, “She’s not so little anymore. She can make her own choices, you know!”
“But it wasn’t her choice!” Pennywise argued, also taking a step toward his mate, enough to put them within arm’s reach.
“Yes, it was. No matter how many times I have to repeat myself!” Penelope finally shouted, making both of her parents fall silent and look to her. Tears fell freely from her eyes, her lips wavered, and her voice was turned quiet, “I love Mordred… He’s mine, and I love him… and whether you like him or not, he’s here to stay, and if you can’t bloody deal with it, we’ll leave…” she began to sob, turning around and throwing her arms around Mordred’s torso. Her face pressed against his clothed chest, wetting his gray tee with her tears.
“I…” he began, looking at his in-laws and wincing, “I’m going to take her upstairs…” The room was utterly silent when he picked her up and held her to his chest, but the silence was deafening when he walked out of the room.
★★★
Upstairs, Mordred laid Penelope down in their bed and tucked her underneath the covers. She pulled him down with her, leading him to spoon her while he lay above the covers. He purred for her, inhaling her soured scent and running his fingers through her fiery orange curls. Her body still twitched beneath his, so he moved them so he was in front of her.
Unbuttoning her nightie, he took her left breast in his mouth and began to suck. Despite there not being any liquid to drink quite yet, the gesture was still soothing to Penelope, enough that she tended to call for him in the middle of the night at Ilvermorny. He would have to sneak through the halls, evade faculty and students alike as he traveled to her bedroom. Then, as he stood before her, hair unkempt and skin pale even in the shadows, he kneeled on the bed before her and began to suckle, making little noises all the while.
Her hands would always find his hair, threading through the long dark strands until they were smooth, or her hands were otherwise distracted with other things, and there were many when the mood struck him.
“I’m sorry,” Penelope whispered, petting his hair with a tired hand.
He detached from her teat with a small pop, “For what?”
She winced, blinking slowly with exhaustion, “My father… I told you he could smell us...”
Mordred shrugged, leaning up and over to kiss his mate’s delectibly soft lips, “It’s like you said… I’m yours, and I’m here to stay,” he nuzzled her mating bite, “forever.”
“Thank you…” Penelope nodded off, tucking herself back underneath her blankets, “...I just wish dad could see it that way.”
Mordred blinked once before looking over to the doorway. After a solid fifteen minutes, careful not to disturb his mate, he crept out into the hallway and locked the door behind him. As soon as he stepped out, he was met with the delicious scents of warm peach cobbler, freshly dried laundry, and what could be either old books, or the sweeter scent of delayed decay. It seemed as though his brother-in-law wasn’t quite immortal after all.
“Hello, Hugo,” he spoke even before turning around to face the young man, “Do you realize that you’re in heat?”
Hugo’s cheeks flushed red and Mordred could smell the beginnings of his saturated slick and sweat. Thankfully, since he was mated, the effect was much less intense than it would have been if he’d been unmated. Still, the intrusive thought of slamming the smaller man into the wall and breeding him up like his little sister ran through his mind. Instead of doing that, though, he took a respectful step backwards.
“Do you want me to help you to your room, or let your parents know? Is there anything I can get for you? You are my family now, too, Hugo.”
“N-no, I’m fine, M-Mordred,” Hugo stuttered embarrassedly, “I have... stuff to help me.”
“Alright,” he forced himself to say, worried about his brother-in-law but not wanting to seem too pushy and give Mr. Gray another reason to hate him. Penelope and Hugo were Bill’s children after all. Hugo stepped past him to get to his room, watching Mordred with his large, doe-like eyes, both like Hermione’s in color, but Penelope’s in structure. The young man’s gaze turned embarrassed, almost sad at Mordred’s continued stiffness. He hugged himself, turning away and reaching for the doorknob.
“Hugo,” Mordred called out at the smell of his tears. Hugo turned to look at him, his watery brown eyes trailing wet tracks down his flushed cheeks, “Are you in pain?” The boyish man shook his head in the negative, his short, brown curls bouncing with the slow motion.
“I think you’re beautiful,” Mordred admitted, and Hugo blushed harder, looking to a spot right of Mordred’s knees. He wiped his eyes and shyly looked up at Mordred with a soft smile.
“Thank you, Mordred…” he rasped, opening his door and slipping inside, “Good night…”
“Goodnight,” Mordred returned the sentiment, hearing the submissive’s door shut as he reached the top of the stairs.
At the bottom, he noticed Rose and Roman playing a card game in the living room, “Hey,” he greeted.
“Hey, Bro!” Roman yipped, “Wanna join us? We were just about to start another round.”
“Ah, no… but thank you,” Mordred nodded, “Did you know Hugo is starting his heat?”
Rose’s eyes widened, “Oh! No, I didn’t. My sense of smell is not very good. It’s average for a human, I should say... It doesn’t matter, but oh dear… He didn’t come on to you, did he?”
“Not really,” Mordred admitted, “but he was nonverbally fishing for compliments if that says anything? He was all sad until I called him ‘beautiful.’”
“Ohh…” Roman nodded, “That’s why he smells so good…”
Rose made a disgusted expression at her brother, “Yeah, and if you could maybe do us all a favor and not investigate him further, that would be great.”
“Huh?” Roman looked confusedly.
“No matter how good he smells, or how much he asks, don’t touch him!” Rose smacked Roman upside the head.
“Owie! I wouldn’t do that!” Roman whined, “He’s my brother, too. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. Hell, I could probably sleep outside if I had to.”
“Better than the bloody ‘snake pit,’ or our little three-sided love nest, eh, Mordred?” Rose giggled at Mordred’s grimace and eye-roll.
“Tsk, as if…” Mordred frowned, walking toward the kitchen.
Rose shifted into a very convincing version of Penelope, tittering in a very fake laugh, “But I love you, Mordy! Why have one Penny, when you could have two!?”
“Stop that,” Mordred tried to hide his smile at the mockery of his mate. Her breasts and belly were too small, almost pitiful in their display, as was the inappropriately short version of her Ilvermorny uniform.
“Touch me, Mordy!” Rose quietly cried out in a hilarious imitation of her sister, “I cannot bear to be without you for another minute, my knight in shining armor. Oh~”
“Rose, no~!” Mordred laughed outright now, ducking away from Rose’s attempts to drape herself across his retreating form. He ran into the kitchen, jumping over the couch to evade his sister-in-law. Hermione stood by the counter, pouring cake batter into a pan and looking rather ravaged. Her hair looked much messier than earlier, and Mordred noticed new bite marks on the woman’s skin.
It reminded him of something Penelope had told her. She’d mentioned that her parents were almost like bonobos. Instead of physically or verbally working out their differences, they mostly just had a lot of angry sex and sorted their problems out that way. Granted, to Mordred, it seemed like a pleasurable way to solve a disagreement, but when he looked at Mrs. Gray, he wondered if she had been the one to win the argument. Based on her noticeable bow-legged limp, bruises, and bites, he would say that the older eldritch had triumphed over his mate. Still, Hermione seemed happy.
“Hey, Hermione… Are you feeling alright?” the dark-haired man asked hesitantly.
The witch smirked, gesturing to her current state of disarray, “Better than alright, all things considered. We ought to have you over more often,” she winked and giggled, coming around the counter and pulling him into a big hug.
The press of her soft, pink lips on his cheek made him freeze. In truth, they were so much like Penelope’s, which made his dick twitch in such a forbidden way, but they were also his mother-in-law’s, which made his dick nearly shrink back into his body’s protective sheath.
“Go talk to my mate in the garage. We turned it into a home gym of sorts, so both of you tough guys can go talk, or hit each other, or whatever it is you do to solve problems as eldriches,” Hermione gently patted his arm, leading him over to the garage door, “Here.”
Hermione opened the door for him and he stepped through and turned on the lights in the large garage. He almost didn’t notice the click of the door lock behind him. Gulping, he looked around the space, noticing a single car near the far wall and some miscellaneous boxes on shelves near the car. Other than that, the other two-thirds of the garage looked more like a gym than anything else. There was a fridge and freezer, a few sets of strong weights, a few yoga mats rolled up by the door. However, what impressed him was the large space of floor dedicated to a big wrestling mat made of a bunch of old mattresses.
Bill stood shirtless on the other side of the wrestling mat, hitting a large punching bag with enough strength and speed to rip into the bag itself without sending it flying across the room. Mordred winced as more cotton-like guts fell to the ground. The man’s skin also had a fair number of bites and bruises, but the vertical scratches on his back, likely from Hermione’s fingernails, looked the most painful.
“One. By. One,” Bill spoke cryptically, keeping his voice eerily neutral despite his angered punches between each word.
“What?” Mordred stood up straighter and squared his shoulders at the sheer tension in the room.
“Is that your plan? To steal them from me one by one?” Bill stopped, turning around to fully face Mordred, his eyes aflame with a domineering glow.
“What do you mean?” Mordred finally spat haughtily, “I’m not stealing anybody! If anything, Penelope is stealing me.”
“Liar…” Pennywise hissed, taking a step closer to him, “I think you know exactly what you’re doing here: mating my daughter, sniffing around my son, and accepting forward affections from my wife. You reek of them! You might be here to stay, but so am I, pal,” the clown tried and failed to return to his human form. His emotions were simply too high, “And I don’t take kindly to those who would take away my mate or my brood.”
Mordred nodded, reluctantly seeing where the older eldritch was coming from. He knew how important family ties were to eldritches. Sometimes, they were the difference between kin and food, or enemies and allies. It was all in the blood and scents given off by the family members. In Penelope’s blood, he could smell her dam as well as her sire, and he’d bet that he’d be able to pick out her grandparents, cousins, aunts, and uncles out in a crowd of other eldritches and humans. So, knowing this, he took a calm step forward, raising his arms in a placating gesture.
“I understand your concern and accept it…” Bill blinked confusedly at him, becoming a bit more tense, which was a feat within itself. Mordred swore he could throw an ax at Mr. Gray’s upper back and the ax would be the first to break, “Which is why I’m asking you now… I want to be a part of this family, and I will do anything for you to accept me as Penelope’s mate and prove to you that I will pose no threat to either your family or your status as the Leading Sire.”
Pennywise suddenly threw himself at Mordred, tackling him to the ground and knocking him flat on top of the mattresses. The latter froze, realizing that it was merely a test, and that he more than likely wasn’t in any real danger. Bill glared as the younger man was easily maneuvered into a headlock and offered no resistance even when his air was cut off. It took him a moment to remember that the boy was raised in the Todash Darkness, and as such was more eldritch than human, unlike his own young.
While a line of new blood, especially one so elite among eldritches as the Crimson King’s, might be a good thing for his descendants, there was no guarantee that the other male might try to usurp his patriarchal status and steal it for himself, gaining his mate and rights to have his submissive young as well. His brother had tried more than once to steal Hermione, and later Hugo, so now, he was much more observant of other males around them.
However, here, this was different. Mordred was actually asking to become his kin, and he wasn’t fighting to take his role as leader where it was only natural for a younger eldritch to do such a thing. He didn’t know what to make of it. Mordred simply laid still when Pennywise leaned over him and stared with his inhuman amber eyes, glinting in the low light of the garage like a cat’s.
“Kneel,” the clown ordered, Mordred obeying quietly when he was able to move freely.
“You want to be my pup, Penelope Ginevra Gray’s mate?” Pennywise asked stoically, kneeling in front of Mordred.
“Yes, sir,” Mordred answered, keeping his head tilted down out of respect for the older eldritch.
Bill’s human hand gently grasped his chin and tilted it upwards so they could lock eyes, “You promise to cherish her, as long as you both shall live?”
“Yes, sir,” Mordred attempted to nod, but Mr. Gray’s grip was unyielding.
“Show me your deadlights,” the older eldritch commanded, opening his own maw and displaying the three glowing blue orbs lingering at the back of his throat. They spun slowly in a circle, completely relaxed, which made Mordred feel a bit better about the situation.
Mordred did the same, showing off the two smaller, more erratic yellow orbs in the back of his throat. As a hybrid, he’d only been born with one, but he’d grown the second one when he went through puberty. He’d been hoping to gain another after mating, but he had yet to get a third. Perhaps it will come with age.
Even so, Pennywise wrapped his long arms around him and tugged him closer, enough that he was basically straddling the clown’s lap. Slowly, their gaping heads met and Mordred felt light. It was light his soul had lifted and his body was floating. Inside himself, he could feel the surreal burning feeling of Mr. Gray’s deadlights as they came closer, drifting into his own head, and his mind felt full.
He could feel the unbreakable volcanic bond between the older eldritch and Hermione, see her floating atop the roaring passionate flames in a beautiful red dress. She moved slowly atop an ashy cloud, running her hands up and down her body. Her belly slowly grew round and she giggled silently, spinning around. After a moment, the cycle renewed. Mrs. Gray looked radiant as the heated wind ruffled her beautiful flowing curls.
Magmic trails tricked down from the volcano, leading to their five biological children cycling through movements below. Rose walked across a balance beam on her hands, grinning, hopping up, and bowing to finish. Hugo simply read from a book, seated comfortably in an armchair and smiling. Robert danced with Tom in a slow waltz, their two souls bound together so closely that Mordred could barely see the other unbreakable fiery tether that proved it. Further ahead, he saw Roman changing between his wolf and boy forms, playing fetch with an invisible entity. Behind the volcano, he now saw a much larger array of hardened magma leading to two less active volcanoes.
However, Penelope’s form stopped him from looking back at her father’s extended family. As always, she was divine. Here, she had her eyes completely closed while she applied oil paints to a canvas, likely envisioning her muse telepathically while she painted. She looked entirely peaceful, gently trailing the brush along eyes and ears and hair. It took him a moment to realize that it was him that she was painting.
His smile was nothing short of goofy as he came forward, placing himself directly in front of her standing form. He moved to grasp her nape and pull her into a kiss but suddenly, his throat was on fire.
Gasping, he fell to his knees, gripping Penelope’s hips as he fell. He burned on both the outside and the inside, the volcanic heat around him flaring up much more than it already was. The younger hybrid’s vision stuttered, breaking its cycle as Penelope looked directly down at him.
“Dad? Mordy?” her voice echoed, sounding far away. She reached her hand down, feeling his cheek and forehead. Something that felt like liquid trailed down his neck, trickling down his torso and pelvis before shooting out in a small iron-hot beam toward Penelope’s belly. She gasped, feeling her small bump and adopting a watery smile, “He’s accepting us…?”
A simultaneous low and high-pitched noise called out behind him, making him jump. He quickly turned his head, spotting another highly active volcano. His body suddenly lurched toward it, flying across the landscape until he floated above the other large mass. Looking down, he noticed that he was still tethered to Penelope, but what was in front of him drew his attention all the more.
Roland Deschain, his dam, stood before him in all his glory, or at least the glory his sire allowed him to have. Despite his stoic gunslinger appearance, his weathered hands reached for him, asking silently with the blue eyes and grimace that reminded him of Penelope’s if he was going to return. Mordred nodded, taking his mother’s hands and rubbing his thumbs fondly along his scarred knuckles. The older male nodded firmly, indicating to his own magmic tether to his son, but also the fresh trickle that had begun near his cowboy boots.
Mordred chuckled as Roland rolled his eyes but still fondly rubbed his belly underneath his vest and button-up. He then pointed out where Penelope was and his father squinted for a moment before blinking widely, looking at his son with surprised awe. The gunslinger finally smiled at him, tipping his hat with respect and wiping what may have been a tear from his eye, but Mordred couldn’t stay long enough to enjoy the moment.
Mr. Gray yanked him out of his deadlights, the fiery scene falling away in the face of harsh garage lights. The older eldritch constricted around him tighter, keeping the seal of their maws together while he branded the younger male as a member of his ‘clan.’ His deadlights rubbed along the youth’s searing little nuances into the orbs so that any other eldritch, including himself, would acknowledge him as his own. Granted, he was still the Crimson King’s pup, as he couldn’t completely erase his lineage, but now, the two families were, for all intents and purposes, one. What he’d done just now was something close to a betrothal between their species, but since pups were already conceived, it was completed in reverse, much like his own mating.
Finished, he retracted his deadlights while Mordred did the same, the two closing their maws until their lips were an inch away from each others’. Bill huffed, a note of humor in the exhale as he righted himself, still holding Mordred captive in his lap.
“Thank you,” Mordred rasped, his very being feeling sore from the branding.
“Anything for my pup’s mate,” Bill teased, running a possessive finger down the other male’s cheek.
Mordred grimaced, trying and failing to tilt his head away from his father-in-law, “Don’t make this weird…” he pleaded, unsure if he liked this new friendly side of Mr Gray.
“Sorry,” Bill tilted his head, not sounding sorry at all, “You smell like kin, now, but not like pack. Since you’re a non-blood related member of this family, it means you’re not my sibling, parent, or pup, which makes you something very close to a breedable mate...”
“Shit,” Mordred hissed at the alluring twinkle in Mr. Gray’s dead-lit eyes, “I’m not Hermione!”
The older eldritch returned the hiss at that, turning from smirking to snarling in a millisecond, “Indeed, nor could you ever be her! If you were mine, you’d be a toy to warm my cock when Hermione couldn’t, nothing more.”
Suddenly, the door leading to the kitchen opened and Hermione stepped out in her bathrobe to throw a bag of garbage away, “Oh please,” Hermione spat, glaring at her mate “I could feel you were just inches away from sucking his bloody handsome face off.”
Pennywise snarled back at her, “You spying on me? My jealous little slut?”
“Wot! I wasn’t spying.” Hermione gasped, huffing offendedly and choosing to temporarily ignore her mate’s smirk. He thought he was leading her into a trap when it was really the other way around. As though on a perfectly-timed cue, Penelope stepped into the doorway, shaking off the last bit of sleep from her eyes and running her fingers absently through her bushy red curls. In times like these, she looked more like her mother than she usually did, even when they weren’t wearing the same bathrobes.
“I was,” Penelope stated, coming over to stand next to her mother and crossing her arms over her unrestrained breasts, “I thought you were trying to kill him…”
“Not anymore~” Bill teased, using his thumb to pull Mordred’s bottom lip down a bit, “Not when he smells this good…”
“He’s mine, Dad,” Penelope stated, looking to Mordred, who dared not argue with the eldritch holding him still.
“I know, little bug…” the older eldritch placated, “but Daddy’s gotta give him an initiation first, make sure he smells like us…”
“You’re making that up!” the half-eldritch accused, “You didn’t do this to Tom!”
“We raised Tom,” Pennywise reminded her, “Your dam fed him with her teats, same as you. He’s smelled like pack since the beginning, and I don’t feel the urge to bond with him as I do with this whelp,” he reasoned, making his rude slur for the other hybrid sound like a term of endearment.
“It’ll be alright, Darlin’... Mr. Gray, you’ll let me be with Penelope if I do this for you?” Mordred spoke up when he saw his mate’s temper begin to flare with her riotous fiery curls.
Bill sneered at him, his eyes flaring amber as he gently slapped Mordred’s cheek in a mild reprimand as Alpha came out for a moment, “That’s the idea, yes… You’ll be a beta male for this pack, equal to Roman and Robert as sires. Here and now, you’ll learn that you are beneath us, in every sense of the word,” the wolf grinned, giving Bill a more animalistic smirk before leaning in to sample the younger male’s thin, pale lips.
Mordred gasped at the feeling of Bill’s soft and voluminous lips against his. They rubbed smoothly against his own, the older male’s saliva making their movements easier. Warmth flooded the back of his brain, making him let out a low, pleasured whine. Bill chuckled lowly, taking the raven-haired man’s lower lip between his teeth and beginning to suck, nipping all the while at the quickly-bruising flesh.
Mordred gasped when he suddenly couldn’t feel his jeans anymore, outright jumping in Mr. Gray’s lap when a hand found his sizable bulge through his briefs. He tried to look down, but the older eldritch’s lips were still very attached to his own. The older eldritch switched tactics, pressing them closer together, but also shoving his lengthened tongue into his son-in-law’s mouth. It was slimy, and wet, and everything Mordred didn’t realize he found so arousing outside of his mate. Even now, he could feel a bead of pre emerging from the tip of his cock.
A thumb found his slit through his underwear and he moaned at the sensitivity, knowing full well that there was now a little wet spot on the tented fabric. Mr. Gray cradled his bulge, rubbing his thumb slowly to make the youth more pliant to his dominance. His other fingers curled and uncurled in quick succession around his balls, urging him to thrust into the pressure, which he only did so hesitantly.
After a few shaky bucks, Mr. Gray sneered triumphantly against his wrecked lips, “That’s it, pup… Feels good, huh?”
“Yes, sir…” Mordred whined, continuing to make small thrusts into the fist around him.
Bill huffed a laugh, running his tongue over Mordred’s flushed cheek, “Cute…” he said, standing up so his own clothed bulge was right in front of the half-eldritch’s face, “Why don’t you show me that your mouth can do something other than repeat the same two words…”
Mordred frowned, looking back to Penelope, whose cheeks were flushed an adorable shade of red that made her look like a tomato. Mr. Gray slapped him across the face, making his head spin back to where the older eldritch’s bulge was waiting. It thrust forward pointedly, bumping his nose and saturating the air around it with his overly-sweet musky scent.
With quick fingers, he unzipped Mr. Gray’s slacks, yanking both them and his underwear down to his knees. Trailing his fingers up the eldritch’s sculpted and hairless thighs, he focused on the lolling and drooling cock before him. In his haste to disrobe the other man, the abrupt movement caused the dripping head to smack against his right cheek, leaving a single smudge of dark precum on his cheek. Mr. Gray hummed at the sight, rubbing the ‘souvenir’ into the younger male’s skin before grabbing his chin with one hand and forcing his mouth to open.
With his other hand, Bill held his cock and began to shallowly thrust against Mordred’s face, painting his pale lips and teeth with dark pre. His eyes were filled with mirth as he slowly and thoroughly ruined his daughter’s mate. The pup likely hadn’t thought it would come to this when he bit into his daughter’s neck and claimed her for his own.
The initial thrust straight into the back of Mordred’s throat made the younger male gag. Bill’s long and reddened cock assaulted his deadlights, disrupting the erratic path of the two poor orbs and smacking them against the back of his throat. Through them, he could more thoroughly taste his father-in-law’s seed as the man began to fuck his throat.
It hurt, but Mordred had felt worse. So, he began to suck, lifting his hands up to possessively hold the backs of Bill’s muscled thighs. Grunting with pleasure, the man thankfully slowed his thrusts, still moving in an off-beat rhythm that had Mordred panting through his nostrils. A strong hand gripped his long hair, yanking and pushing him into Bill’s pelvis. His nose bumped the small crop of hair at the base of his cock while his teeth grazed the inhuman knot beginning to form beneath the skin.
Bill moaned, looking over to his mate and daughter and seeing them watching with unfiltered lust. Even his daughter, who was more so glaring at him, still smelled strongly of sweetened peach pastries.
“C’mere, Doll…” he crooked his finger at Hermione, wrapping his arm around her as she came closer. They stood, the witch leaning against him with one hand on his chest and the other around his neck and shoulder.
His mate crooned when he lowered his head to meet hers, still thrusting into Mordred’s mouth, “You look beautiful tonight, Dove…” he purred, feeling the younger male’s drool leak from his mouth, trail down his chin, and then slick his own heaving bollocks.
Hermione kissed him, possessively pinching his mating bite enough to send a thrill of arousal through him at the action. Mordred moaned when Bill’s immediate response was a harder and longer thrust, “Look at him, Doll… Watch me take him, lower him so that he knows that he’s only here with our pup because I allow him to be here, beneath me, beneath us… Care to try him?”
Hermione grimaced slightly, protesting as Bill grabbed her left knee and lifted her leg until she was leaning into his torso on one leg, the other sticking almost straight up in the air. The witch’s bathrobe parted scandalously, revealing her shaved and obscenely-dripping slit. The older eldritch smirked, grabbing Mordred’s right hand and shoving two of the dark-haired male’s long fingers into his mate’s cunny.
Both Hermione and Mordred yelped in surprise, but began to moan once Bill began to move Mordred’s fingers. Pennywise came forward, pushing Bill’s persona aside to unfurl his tentacles and wrap them around Mordred’s throat and hand so he could control the youth without using his hands. With his extra freedom, the clown yanked his mate closer and gave her a mind-blowing French kiss. His other hand traveled down to pluck at the witch’s swollen clit.
Mordred added a third digit upon feeling Mrs. Gray’s channel dominate his fingers. Hermione whined into her mate’s pectorals and Pennywise grabbed one of her tits, pushing aside her bathrobe in order to do so. Milk leaked freely from her nipple, making his nose flare and get an absolutely awful idea.
Pennywise smiled cruelly, pushing his mate off balance so she landed on her back on the mattresses. Hermione yelped in surprise as Mordred’s fingers were yanked out of her and she landed on the mattress below her. The clown then looked to the half-eldritch, pulling him off of his alien cock with a wet pop. It stood rigid before Mordred’s well-fucked face, red, purple, bumpy, knotted, and leaking dark precum in preparation for his domination over his son-in-law.
Grabbing the back of Mordred’s neck, his small remaining scruff, he shoved him down until his nose bumped against Hermione’s clit. He protested at first, but quickly fell silent and eager upon smelling such a fertile female’s womb, “Pleasure her, whelp… Make her squeal and I might go easy on you…”
Mordred dug into his task, tongue and teeth nibbling and sucking on Hermione’s nethers, delving deep into her slick passage. Still, his hand reached back for his own mate, urging for her to still understand and accept him after what her father was making him do. Thankfully, after a moment, Penelope pushed reassurances through their bond with him, reminding him of her love and their young growing within her.
Even so, his mate’s mother tasted absolutely divine, and he only felt a little shame in sucking on her clit with almost the same tenacity and passion as he did with Penelope’s. Her slick coated the lower half of his face, the smell reminding him of his own mate’s peachy scent. Impulsively, he detached himself from her clit and scuttled up her body to latch onto an exposed milky breast, rutting against her hole with a single layer of clothing between them.
As promised, Hermione did squeal, but Pennywise was quick to notice exactly how intimate his son-in-law was getting with his mate. Grabbing him once again by the neck, the clown dragged him back toward him, ripping the younger male’s underwear in the process. Little bloody scratches now marred his skin where Mr. Gray had grabbed him, making Mordred whine.
Kneeling once more, Pennywise pulled Mordred into his lap with the raven-haired male’s back to his chest. In one swift upward thrust, he lined his sopping cock up with the youth’s unprepared hole and shoved him down onto it, bottoming out in a single thrust. As expected, Mordred howled, instinctively trying to fight his way out of his situation. Since he was naturally not a breeder, and being half-human made his mind less fluid to change dynamics, it took him longer to adapt to such a sudden intrusion. That, and suddenly being mounted was very painful.
“Shh… shh…” Pennywise crooned, holding Mordred’s arms still while the younger male sobbed quietly, “That’s right… Just take it… Nice and easy… C’mere, Doll. Thank him, won’t you?”
“I didn’t cum, but fine,” the witch panted, crawling into Mordred’s lap on her hands and knees.
“Only I can make you cum, Doll…” Pennywise smirked, resituating his hands so he held Mordred’s hands in his left hand while his right hand clasped around Mordred’s hip.
Hermione scowled, but pressed her mouth to Mordred’s. Unlike her mate’s, her tongue was small and unobtrusive. It seemed to ask politely to enter his mouth, and even there, it respectfully explored his teeth and danced slowly, almost amorously with his own. He chased hers back into her own mouth, his prick twitching against his belly at the moan he provoked in her.
Blithely, her smaller hand came down and wrapped around his shaft, giving it an experimental tug. Mordred grunted into Hermione’s mouth, thrusting his hips up into her hand. However, Pennywise was quick to grab onto him and tug him back down, which made him grunt harder. Hermione pressed a chaste kiss to his slack mouth before pressing another to his pulse points, and another to both of his pectorals.
Pulling away, Hermione walked over to Penelope, who was torn between pain, disgust, and arousal as she watched her mate being pleasured and dominated by her parents. Gently, the witch brought her daughter over to her mate, helping her lay down on her back in front of the two males.
Mordred purred at the sight, but Pennywise immediately spanked him, “My pup!” he hissed, “You only have her because I allow it. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” the raven-haired male grunted, groaning when Hermione resumed her hand-job. After a moment, she stopped, making him whine.
Pennywise scraped his teeth along Mordred’s neck, “If you break her heart or are in any way unfaithful or disloyal to her, I will punish you as a member of my pack, where you will be lowered from your status of beta to become a breeder for myself and my mate. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Mordred purred, considering that becoming a third wheel for such a gorgeous couple wouldn’t be so bad.
Still, Pennywise spanked him, “You would be unworthy of my cock and my mate’s womb if such an event were to occur. We would breed you with a fucking turkey baster and feed you like a dog if we had to.”
“Yes, sir!” Mordred winced, but groaned when Hermione’s hand returned to reward him.
“You want her?” Pennywise interrogated, indicating to Penelope, who was rubbing her clit underneath her bathrobe and clutching at her breast.
Mordred drooled at both the sight and the smell, nodding frantically, “Oh~ Yes, sirrr~”
“Tch,” Pennywise tsked, licking up Mordred’s neck to nibble on his pierced ear, “That’s what I like to hear…” He rasped, telepathically tugging Penelope forward and spreading her legs. She gasped at the sudden movement, but otherwise wriggled with anticipation.
Mordred huffed eagerly as Hermione’s fingers were replaced by Pennywise's. They gripped him so forcefully, reminding him of who was in control. The older eldritch’s cock was still very snug in his arse, churning and twitching against his prostate in a way that promised nothing short of a thorough fucking once they got started. Still, he almost came when the fingers pushed his phallus down and rubbed the head against Penelope’s snatch. The little hybrid moaned, gripping the bare mattresses with white-knuckled fingers, “Daddy please!” she whined, and Mordred’s cock twitched, as he couldn’t tell which male she was referring to.
Penelope gasped when Mordred’s cockhead breached her entrence, slipping in easily as her father maneuvered the three of them until Penelope was laying on her back with her knees over Mordred’s shoulders and her pussy sheathing Mordred’s cock. Mordred kneeled over her on his hands and knees, blocking her underneath him. Meanwhile, Mr. Gray was still very much seated in Mordred’s arse, but now, he was on one knee behind him, holding his hips in two tight hands.
Pennywise grunted once, and then everyone was moving. He rushed into his son-in-law so quickly that even his own daughter could feel his thrusts through her mate. Mordred winced, still moaning despite the pain. Penelope kissed him, bucking her hips upward into his own thrashing ones. He tried to pump his hips into hers, but the male behind him held firm, dictating exactly where his hips went, how fast they got there, and how long he was able to stay there. So, Penelope worked around him, wrapping her arms and legs around him as best as she could.
Her small breasts swayed in front of his face and he ducked his head down to sample her flavor. While not as sweet as her mother’s, his little mate’s soft peaks offered a much more savory flavor. He kissed and nibbled at her areolas, tugging on her nipples with his teeth, and when he seemed to be paying too much attention to his mate, Mr. Gray was quick to correct him with a harsh spank on his reddened arse.
Pennywise grinned at the thin trail of blood from Mordred’s arse that acted as a sort of lube. Hermione fussed over it at his side, using some non-verbal wandless magic to heal the injury and add some extra lubrication to the area. He pouted at her for taking away his sadistic pleasure, but crouched over Mordred’s head so he could lap and suck at his mate’s cunny as much as he wanted. Of course, it now smelled of Mordred’s saliva, which obviously needed to be corrected for his own possessive sanity.
Hermione cried out as soon as his tongue touched her clit, her fingers moving to rapidly stroke it between his licks. Her legs shook enough that her sought purchase on his shoulders, whining about how close she was. Pennywise merely winked at her before two pairs of hands shot out of his back, lifted her up over his face, and spread her folds apart. She squealed at the action, and then she was moaning, thrashing with each swipe of her mate’s tongue.
“That’s it, slut… If you won’t be my breeder, you’ll be my whore, hn? Would you like that?”
Hermione cried despite herself, trying desperately to lower her hips to where Pennywise was talking against her twitching thigh, “No! No, please! Breed me! Breed me!”
Pennywise clicked his tongue against her labia in a contemplative tone, making her shiver and thrash harder, “Oh, Doll… I dunno… All these years with no breeding… And you haven’t seemed like you wanted it…”
“I do want it, I do, I do. I always have!” Hermione promised, looking at how smugly her mate continued to batter Mordred’s hole, rubbing along his flank like a well-behaved pet.
“Alright, my little witch,” Pennywise grinned triumphantly with an eager glint in his eye, “You’ll get your wish… but you’ll get all of us tonight… Me, Bill, Alpha, Ram, Monty, Phantom, and Him… All of us,” he repeated pointedly, suddenly lowering her and sucking on her entire nether region at once. A couple of fingers slipped in, wasting no time in finding her g-spot and sending her into swift and powerful orgasm. She screamed, squirting her juices onto her mate’s awed face. The sheer embarrassment on her face made her the most adorable person to Pennywise at the moment, enough that he nearly ejaculated inside of Mordred right then and there. No, he reminded himself with a quick thrust into the male’s bowels, not yet.
While Hermione recovered, as they were definitely not finished for the night, he set her aside on another mattress, tugging on her nipple promisingly before pulling away. Grinning ferally with no distractions, he wrapped his arms securely around Mordred and began to jackrabbit his thrusts, pushing the younger male down and against Penelope, who merely gasped at the sudden movement.
Pennywise took a moment to look at his daughter. She seemed happier than before, which was his goal. The last thing he wanted was for this initiation to make her resent him. In this moment, or any other, he wouldn’t touch her in the same way Mordred was touching her now. Incest didn’t appeal to him in the same way it did for his ancestors. Still, he had to admit that he and Hermione made beautiful young, and those young attracted beautiful mates. Both Mordred, Tom, and the young Lily Potter all had good-looking features. Dark hair was something that never really ran in his family, but now two lines would benefit from it. The latter benefited from both having magic and from continuing the red-headed genetics in her own family. Yes, despite how he felt on the outside, he did approve of them all.
Mordred cried out, his fangs emerging and sinking into Penelope’s mating bite, triggering her own orgasm and making her clench around his throbbing and tortured member. The tight squeeze made him grunt and let loose the torrent of cum that had been churning in his balls since Mr. Gray initially took him in hand. His knot swelled and locked as it flowed through him, fitting snugly in her snatch like it always did. Grey cum sloshed in her womb, waking their young with its sudden warmth. He purred at them, leaning on one shaking arm as he rubbed his mate’s swollen belly. At his back, Mr. Gray leaned forward and pressed a long lick against his panting throat, tweaking his pebbled nipples and kissing the back of his neck. Between thrusts, the older eldritch’s heavy sacs bumped against Mordred’s smaller ones, making him feel the weight of the life-giving seed that created his mate. In a strange sort of way, he felt honored.
“Good boy… Breed my little bug,” Bill purred through Pennywise, getting a few more good thrusts in before pushing his swollen knot into Mordred’s arse. The younger eldritch whined, weakly trying to evade his father-in-law’s attempts, “Hush,” both males spoke in unison through one mouth, making Mordred fall silent.
Now seated fully within Mordred’s arse, Pennywise quickly found his prostate and pumped his hips against his well-defined arse a few times before stuttering to a stop. Inky cum spurted from his cock, the liquid quickly filling him enough to give the beta a little stomach bulge.
Mordred grunted at the feeling of being so utterly full, coming a second time in his mate’s womb. Penelope moaned at the same feeling he was experiencing and arched her back toward him, falling back onto the mattress with another low moan. Her channel clenched around him, milking her mate of every drop of his semen. He kissed her slowly, leaning his head down to nibble her neck. Mr. Gray followed him down, kissing along his collarbones and nape, rubbing his belly all the while.
Penelope fell asleep beneath them, her arms, legs, and cunny wrapped around her mate. Meanwhile, Mr. Gray yanked his knot out of his hole and snapped his fingers to clothe himself. He drifted over to his own mate and picked her up like he hadn’t just fucked his son-in-law into the ground. His smirk was ungodly proud and domineering as he regarded the nude male beside him.
“Welcome to the family, Beta…”