My Eldritch Queen
Summer 1989
Derry, Maine
Drip, drip, drip … The aquatic rhythm echoed throughout the murky, labyrinthine sewer system. Down, down, down, below the grass and below the pipes, rushing water and waste trailing smaller and smaller until they reached a place virtually untouched by man, a place penetrated by an extraterrestrial meteor and then dug out by equally-extraterrestrial hands. Shard-like protrusions erupted from dense bedrock, a large, blood-stained, web interconnecting them. A few small uneaten limbs laid entrapped in its natural adhesives, their stench of death and decay adding to the smells of mold and human excrement that had filtered down from above.
However, something was different today. There was a new smell that cut through all the others like a hot knife through butter. It was sweet, like a sugary-sweet glaze covering the reddest of berries, and musky, like the earth after it rained.
This smell was especially compelling to the creator of the web, appealing to it on an instinctual level. It’d been in a food coma for the last week, digesting its hefty meal of several young childrens’ remaining limbs. It would have to go hunting soon, but not only for itself. Oh, no, not with this new smell.
Wide awake now, it stretched its lengthy arms and claw-tipped fingers and shook its other numerous limbs. It leaped out of its web, ignoring the few human arms and legs that became dislodged, falling to the ground below. They weren’t nearly fresh enough anymore. Standing at its full height, it looked around its murky lair with calculating amber-red eyes, satisfied with its appearance. It’s own appearance was another story.
It hunched over, crunching its spine by a good six inches. It would hate to intimidate them . It changed its hair, skin, body, and eyes to blend in with the humans in the town above, like a wolf among the sheep . Looking into the water beneath it, the creature smiled with sharp, needle-like teeth that gave way to a flawless nervous pout. Perfect bait...
It, or rather he , now, allowed himself to grin wolfishly as he began climbing through the tunnels leading to the surface, always following the alluring scent. He quickened his pace as it grew stronger, striding with a desperation that even shocked him on some level. The creature, an eldritch abomination, had smelled a fertile young submissive of his same species, and even he knew that for someone like him, it was a very rare occurrence indeed, and he planned to make the most of it.
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For as long as the creature lived, he’d yet to come up with any words to describe how he felt when he first saw the submissive. It, or she , was presently in her “clown form,” which was often his species’ preferred form aside from their much larger true forms, and he could clearly see her designation by how plain she looked in comparison to Pennywise, his preferred form.
What separated her from all the other human girls came down to a few minor technicalities, the biggest being that her teeth were a bit too sharp, her eyes were a bit too big, and her head, albeit covered by riotous curls, was too oblong. Even her figure was slightly off than what was clearly human. Her chest held four extra lumps near her belly, secondary and tertiary breasts for feeding multiple ravenous pups. The eldritch rumbled eagerly at the observation, also noticing that the female’s arse, a poorly-hidden thorax, was also rather large for someone with such a dainty appearance. When she became fully grown, she would outweigh him tenfold, a fact that boded well for their future young and also for him. After all, if he was small enough to not be considered food, then she wouldn’t attempt to consume him.
His breathing became heavier as he continued to survey her from behind a bush. The dark woods gave them plenty of seclusion, and the moon did wondrous things to her reflective inhuman eyes. To him, they were beautiful.
Her silky brown curls bounced along her bare shoulders, equally-brown eyes shimmering wetly from unshed tears. Her face was a mask of white makeup with subtle red and gold sparks around her eyes. Dusty blood red lips panted her hitched breaths and a moan echoed down her pale, unblemished neck. Submissive and unclaimed? The older eldritch purred. It was certainly his lucky day, and the fact that she was currently grinding her cunt on her current prey’s “fear boner” was inconsequential.
The man looked so terrified and aroused that he seemed a hair’s breadth from insanity. She spoke to him in quiet, childlike tones, forcing him to see her as something much younger, and yet, she’d already dug her reddened claws into the meat of his shoulders. Her teeth neared his neck, her nose scenting for the perfect balance between absolute fear and climax-inducing pleasure.
After a moment, the man’s head lifted against the tree the female pinned him to, and the two males locked eyes. The immense fear of being caught surged through the measly human lecher and it triggered the feeding response in both eldritches. The female, who’d yet to notice the male, ripped into the man’s right adrenal gland and snatched it out of his belly, kidney and all. She shovelled the organ into her mouth, dropping the howling man on the ground enough to stun him.
Rumbling a happy sound of her own, the female fell atop the dying man, straddling his waist and continuing to feed, humping his still-hard covered cock. The older eldritch watched the display with growing jealousy, wishing to be in the man’s place underneath her eager hips and weeping snatch. She moaned happily, breaking through ribs and tearing out lungs and intestines.
Bill Gray inhaled her pleasured scent, burning it into his memory. He allowed it to consume him, guide his actions. So, he vanished his clothing and crouched, ready to sneak up and pounce on her before she could even get the chance to run. His hips tilted as his cock emerged from its inhuman sheath: red and purple, bumpy and knotted, and long and girthy. Its tip rubbed dark precum along the grass and he resisted the urge to rut against it like the whelp he used to be. He liked to think he’d gotten more patient over time, after all. That, and he hated the idea of getting any semblance of this wretched feeding-ground planet inside of the beautiful, otherworldly submissive before him.
As though sensing his thoughts, her head whipped around with a silencing crack . The action was entirely inhuman and that turned Bill on further. She stared at him in shock, her violent red eyes quickly deciphering him through the bushes. Downwind from her, she couldn’t smell him well, but she could see the similar alien glow in his eyes, and that made her move to run. Her tense body coiled in preparation, and he caught every muscle movement, smirking.
Even with her advanced speed, she was only able to take a single step before he was on her, knocking her off of her now dead prey and onto the wet grass. He straddled her triumphantly, even when she tried to go for his throat with sharp teeth, extra arms, and claws. His strength was undeniable when he caught and held all three pairs of arms in his own, forcing her to lay still beneath him.
Grinning, Bill leaned down and slowly lapped at her messy blood-stained mouth and chin, grinding at her core. It seemed to placate her for now, her aroused yet confused face observing his own. Afterwards, he tugged on her ear with two sharp canines, licking at the shell and rasping comforting and loving words into her perked ear.
*Beautiful mine, where do you think you’re going? We were just becoming acquainted… Never, in all my millenia, have I met someone as lovely as you… I can prove my strength, my virility… You’ll never need to fear anything ever again...*
She seemed to relax further, so he rewarded her with a quicker humping pace and kissed her slowly, savoring her sweet flavor. With a probing black tongue, he entered her mouth and she immediately bit down, drawing his blood into the back of her mouth and swallowing. Rumbling at her fiery personality, he quickly withdrew his healing tongue as she coughed with wide eyes, reeling at her unintended action.
*How do I taste, little one? I’ll bet you taste even better…* he taunted in their shared eldritch tongue, bringing one of her captured wrists up for him to lick.
*Fuck you! Leave me alone!* she hissed, trying to take back her wrist.
Running his nose along her humanoid wrist, he could scent her own supernatural blood running hot underneath its surface. Looking down at her, he could see sadness in her eyes, it bubbled up in her and spilled onto her painted cheeks. He sensually kissed her wrist, gently puncturing her vein and sucking a bit of blood out of it before respectfully sealing it back up, all while making eye-contact with the female beneath him. They’d exchanged saliva, blood, and now, the only things they needed to solidify their bond were a conceived pup and a mating bite, both of which the older eldritch planned to obtain immediately.
*Hermione,* the female stated sadly, and Pennywise had to remind himself that what he was doing was technically against the rules of his species. The young female, Hermione, should have come to him asking to mate, rather than assaulting her as he had and forcing the bond. However, eldritches were more than known to play fast and loud with their moral compasses, so a little unwanted claiming and breeding of a single female wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever seen. Besides, who knew when he would come across such a lovely little potential mate.
* My pleasure to mate you, Hermione ,* he joked, making her flinch and let out a quiet mournful cry, *Oh, don’t worry, little one… I will make a great mate for you and sire many strong litters of pups, I promise …*
Hermione snarled upon hearing his words, but she unconsciously opened her legs slightly, allowing him to nestle in and rub their genitals together. Only a single scrap of fabric, the female’s skimpy underwear, blocked him from fully accessing her folds. However, a quick shift resulted in a groin tentacle yanking away the offending material. Pennywise grinned triumphantly, shifting fully to show his own clown form.
Hermione’s eyes widened when she saw Pennywise, the eldritch’s amber-red eyes pinning her to where she lay on the ground. She didn’t even register her lack of underwear, nor did she notice the way he flipped up her skimpy pleated skirt and ripped open her blouse, sending buttons flying into the dark, silent wilderness. However, she simply couldn’t ignore the slimy tentacles that suddenly attached to her clit and folds, holding her open while a much bigger and harder mass rubbed promisingly at her hole.
She tried bucking her way out from underneath him, but in her distraction, he subtly took string from his vertical fissure and tied her limbs together. Hermione screeched at his audacity and with as much power as she could as a female eldritch, she managed to flip them so she lay trapped on top of him. Pennywise groaned happily at the development, but nevertheless used his advanced age and experience to roll them again and hitch her right leg over his shoulder and bend her nearly in half.
Hermione didn’t like that, and opened her own vertical fissure to unleash similar tentacles to his own. They pushed at him, trying to launch him halfway across the woods.
*Let go of me, you ugly wretch!* Hermione roared, *Your lack of colors disgusts me. I’ll bet you’re not even a real male!* she wrenched one of her hands free and swept her sharp claws across his face, making him roar and reel back, clutching at his face and protecting his neck.
Hermione freed herself, galloping away on multiple unsteady limbs. However, Pennywise quickly recovered and launched himself so he fell atop her. She yowled when he crushed her to the ground, arse in the air. He took a comfortable position behind her and lengthened four of his arms, wrapping them around the female’s writhing body and trapping her arms to her torso. Even so, she still tried biting at his arms where they were, dislocating her neck for her sharp teeth to reach.
With his two free arms, he grabbed the female’s head by her hair and twisted her head around so he could see her fierce expression. Despite her insistence on biting, he was able to press a gentle kiss to her cheek, an action that made her freeze. His fingers dug into her jawbone, rendering her mouth still. He kissed her slower this time, practically drooling sweet pheromones into her mouth. She whined into it, trying to suck on his tongue.
With tears dripping up into the cool air, she swallowed the berry-flavored saliva obediently, her red eyes becoming glazed over as she fell under its thrall. She moaned and Pennywise grinned triumphantly when he pulled away and she attempted to chase after his retreating tongue. He replaced it with one of his tentacles and she began to suckle on it just as devotedly. It made him wonder how young she really was, if she was really still so attached to her dam’s teats. While it wasn’t unheard of in their species, it usually meant that the pup was the only one in its litter, and as such, the bond between dam and pup was much stronger. It kept them closer and more protected, which is also something he wondered about, if Hermione’s sires were searching for her. She was already in heat, perhaps even her first fertile heat. Of course, it didn’t matter. She was his now, after all.
*That’s right, Hermione… I’m your mate, so there’s no need to fight me… Just keep drinking and I will make the pain in your womb and neck go away… ” he purred, outright crooning when she began to knead at his muscles like a kitten.
The dark pre from his tentacle began to leak at the corners of her mouth and he noticed a light swell in her belly that wasn’t there before. Full, he rolled her over and retracted his large tentacle from her mouth, using it and another thicker tendril to wrap securely around her thighs. They held tight, slowly spreading her open until the clown could see her singular hole, yet another difference between humans and eldritches.
Grinning at her weeping slit, he probed inside with one smooth finger. Hermione shuddered in his grasp, biting at the air and chittering eagerly. He repeated the action but with two fingers, quickly finding her swollen pleasure center and pressing down on it. In response, the female cried out and began twitching her hips. The smells of fertility, hot citrus, and cream filled the air and even he had to avoid shuddering through an orgasm.
Hermione, being the nubile young eldritch that she was, just dropped her eggs into her womb. She wanted pups, and she wanted them now . That wasn’t the only thing she dropped either. Her tiny breasts began to swell underneath his arms, enough that he had to loosen his grip a bit to accommodate her now spherical breasts and small pebbled teats.
*What’s this?* he teased, taking the time to cup all six breasts and milk a few drops out of each, *You wanna be a dam, now, doll? Take my knot? Want me to fill you up?* The only response he got was a high-pitched whine. He licked her ‘love-milk’ off of his fingers, turning her over to fully suckle to his contentment. All the while, his large bumpy prick bumped against her nethers, her tiny tentacles grabbing it and keeping it snug between her folds.
Her milk was watery as it came in, making way for something heavier, stronger, and sweeter: a perfect ambrosia for their young to grow and flourish when human fear wasn’t enough. He could tell she would be feisty, not so eager to sit still and let anyone feed from her, but he hoped she would be a good-enough mother to answer a needy pup’s hungry whine.
He licked along her neck, pressing kisses and purposeful nips to the pale skin that would become littered in purple hickeys the following morning. Hermione whined, trying to shove her swollen mating gland in his mouth, and he was all too happy to accommodate.
The feeling of his sharp, needle-like teeth first parting her perfect pale skin was something he knew he would never obtain again no matter how many times he bit her, but the look on her face when he immediately pulled away and thrust inside her was something he wanted to see every day for the rest of their lives.
Her eyes were blown wide with pleasure and lust and an utter sense of belonging he could tell she’d never felt before. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, teeth showing her inner passion and fury for what he had done to her and what he would do to her soon enough. She’d had plans, he could see it now.
Derry was only meant to be a small stop before she moved on to a new place. She temporarily lived in the old standpipe, and he resisted the urge to berate her for her poor choice of web location. That would be changing soon enough, he knew, so he didn’t press the issue. Their young could never be safe in such an above-ground location, as eltriches tended to burrow in asteroids and meteors to bear their young.
He thrust into her fully now, her slick passage parting for him instantly and clamping down once he tried to slip back out. The little rib-like bumps on the inside rubbed the ones on his cock, making him remember how young she actually was. If her inner teeth were still within the muscles of her channel, that meant that she was only a few million years old, practically still a child despite how she looked.
*Your barbs haven’t even grown in, mouse,* he chuckled, *You truly are a little one.*
Hermione scowled, cracking him across the face with an open-palmed slap that turned his head. Pennywise huffed, beginning to thrust back and forth fast enough for her breasts to jiggle. She moaned, trying to grab at his shoulders and sink her teeth into his own neck. He simply evaded her efforts, flipping her back over onto her hands and knees and rutting into her like a dog. She squeaked, clawing at the ground instead.
His knot grew quickly, making an appearance at her entrance and knocking rhythmically against it. It became coated in slick as it was pressed closer and closer. Hermione noticed, of course, but was too distracted by each of Pennywise’s six hands each milking one of her breasts. It offended her, watching all the hard work her body put into making the liquid on such short notice go to waste. However, it felt nice to be milked, so she couldn’t put much emotion into her reactionary snarl. It pooled beneath her, wetting her hands and knees. The air became saturated with such a maternal air that she couldn’t help but relax while her new mate continued his task of breeding her up.
Pennywise finally popped his knot inside her and he grinned triumphantly while she yowled at the mild pain it caused. It was intoxicatingly heavy, and as much as she hated to admit it, it felt like… home . It was grounding her, making the rest of the macroverse fall away around them. There was only she and him, at least for now.
He kissed her nape, nuzzling her bite and holding her close as he let loose with a low grunt. She twitched idly with his short thrusts, feeling the dark seed spilling into her pulsating womb. Her belly began to distend, filled enough to make her moan. He gentled her with soft rubs, holding her up as her limbs grew slack and faltered.
Still tied, he turned her around and laid her underneath him, her riotous curls spilling out over the ground. Her red eyes glimmered once before returning to their more human shade of brown. He purred, leaning in for another long, open-mouthed kiss, which she tiredly accommodated. Rubbing her large belly, he kissed her soundly, moaning and groaning as he sucked at her pouty lips. After a moment, she pulled away, kissing along his cheek and ear, heading south slowly with a lazy tongue.
Soon enough, she’d lay little eggs for him, a dozen or so if she could manage it. Many would die before hatching, but with such a bountiful food source as Earth, he could realistically hope for no casualties, or cannibalism, inside or outside of Hermione’s womb.
Sharp teeth bit into his neck, drawing enough blood to satisfy the female eldritch beneath him. She laid back smugly, licking her reddened lips. He smirked, delighting in her smugness. It meant that she found him endearing, at least on some level.
He laid down atop her, removing the shreds of Hermione’s blouse and pressing their fissures together. Slowly, the toothy mouths opened and ground against each other. Tentacles slid into their maws, exploring each other’s toothy caverns. Hermione’s slithered down, investigating the meal he’d been digesting. Suddenly, she reeled back, extracting her tentacles and trying to push his out of her.
*A child?! You ate a child!* she gagged, trying to push him away *And you want me to…Would you eat them, too?* She cried, tears leaking upwards.
*Children are the tastiest of Earth’s fear. If you lived here long enough, you’d know that…* Pennywise grumbled, holding her still. He didn’t like where this was going.
*Everyone has fear! Why not kill the ones who really deserve it? Maybe that’s why I’m out there and you’re stuck in here like a misbehaving child,* Hermione hissed.
*You’re the misbehaving child here, not me!* Pennywise pinched her nape, rendering her stiff and submissive, *I’ve mated you, so you’re mine. You will bear our young, you will stay here with me, and you will eat what I bring you. Do you understand, my Precious. Little. Doll?*
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms, *And if I refuse?*
Pennywise smirked at her fire, knowing he’d picked an excellent mate *You have a few more days of heat, I’d hate to see what you’d do without me… I’ve heard that it’s torture for a young breeder like yourself, where not even the puny human cattle could satisfy it… You wouldn’t get ANY of this…* he trailed his fingers from her neck, down her breasts, and through her folds before tapping at the spot where his knot still held true, *From me…*
Hermione whined, imagining what he was describing and clenching down on his knot, earning an extra gush of cum into her swollen womb. She could feel her multiple eggs absorbing it, using one to conceive the embryo and using the rest for nutrients and warmth. The remaining semen was absorbed by her body, entuning it to the expecting sire and mate as another part of their bond. Even now, during a dip in her heat, she wanted nothing more than to be close to him. She hated it.
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The interior of the Neibolt house had changed so much since Pennywise had mated Hermione. It had gained a much more “home-y” touch, at least in the areas that weren’t a straight shot to the old well. Upstairs, it was clean, newly-painted, and fit for a little family of eight, or so Pennywise saw it. There were enough rooms to comfortably keep their young, and enough places to keep anything they might need to raise them.
Half of the litter didn’t make it, and Hermione blamed the sewer stench and the unspeakable diet he had her on for the first month. After slowly coming to understand her abhorrence for eating children, he relented and started feeding her adults. It was sometimes hard, or even dangerous, but being able to watch his mate contentedly feed their pups made it entirely worth it. As he’s predicted, she’d been a restless dam at first, but after a few weeks, he’d persuaded her to remain still for their six remaining pups. Most of the time, it was convenient, as each got their own teat, but they were possessive over their respective nipple, and got fussy when they got put on the wrong one.
Hermione laid in their large bed, eyes half lidded and full of bliss as her young’s feeding sent enough prolactin through her system to knock out an elephant. It wasn’t typical for an eldritch to be so docile, and if Pennywise didn’t know better, he’d have called it suspicious.
All six of her arms cradled a little one, hands petting their hair or rubbing their backs. They sucked hungrily, their tiny sharp teeth mildly digging into her skin. She’d tried to dislodge them before when it got to be too much, but then Pennywise was there, flashing his deadlights at her and berating her for upsetting their little ones. Since then, she’d merely taken the pain. At the same time, their pups were admittedly adorable.
Half were redheads like their sire, and the others had her brown hair. Two of them got her curls, something she thought was cute, but also inconvenient to groom. Their markings made them resemble pudgy little dolls, her favorite being a little tufty, red-haired, blue-eyed boy with big red hearts on his cheeks and blue slits in the middle of his eyelids. She’d named him Robert, and he was such a happy baby. The little one looked so much like his sire, and yet, she could see herself in him, too.
As if he could sense her thoughts, the mentioned infant detached from his preferred teat and sat himself up in the crook of her arm. His three little sharp teeth flashed at her and he giggled, clapping his hands. *Ma!* he crowed and Hermione smiled, bringing him closer and kissing his pudgy cheeks right on their marks.
*Yes, sweet face, Mummy’s here…* she chittered, nibbling lightly on his grasping hand. He squealed in response and wiggled in her grasp.
*Daddy’s here, too!* Pennywise crooned, striding into the room and plucking the baby from her grasp. Robert squealed in surprise, but kicked happily at his father once he realized who had grabbed him from his dam. Pennywise nibbled on the baby’s soft belly, much like she had with his hand. He sat down and began re-marking the pups with his scent.
Another pup, a curly, dark-haired male named Craven finished feeding and crawled into his father’s lap, seeking pets like a little puppy. Pennywise cooed at the sight, setting Robert up by his dam’s head in favor of picking up his second-born. The others, aptly named Ichor, Hugo, Penny, and Rose continued to suckle quietly, unhindered by their sire’s hands.
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When Rose hatched from her egg, she instantly had her unyielding father around her tiny clawed finger. She chittered, looking at him with large brown eyes and he melted, hoisting her up in his hands and cleaning her of the dark fluid that had surrounded her in the egg. Hermione had watched, jealous that she had to often fight so hard to get what she wanted, and this little one would only have to shed a single tear, and the whole world would be hers.
Craven came out of his shell next, looking like a male version of her. She cleaned him of the dark seed, holding him close and letting him feel her purr. This is my pup , she allowed a happy tear to float upwards. Pennywise grabbed him a moment later, scenting him with quick laps of his tongue.
Robert came third, his egg tooth slicing through the dark shell he lay in, and Pennywise delighted in the pup’s fiery red tufts and apparent red markings. Such things would make him appealing to females later in life, so he said. Hermione didn’t comment, still believing her mate was rather effeminate for their species. She’d seen many more colorful males in her young life, had even been courted by a few, and yet, this old, plain-looking, brute of an eldritch threw himself into her life and asserted himself into it like a virus, slowly infecting anything and everything until she could only think of him.
Ichor and Hugo hatched simultaneously, each parent grasping to clean the two boys and set them aside in their growing sleep-cluster. Penny arrived soon after, the second female and the last born in the litter. She was tiny enough to fit in her sire’s palm, and yet he handled her with the most gentle licks and kisses, whispering sweet, encouraging words to her shivering body.
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Now, Pennywise stared down at Hermione like she was a goddess, crawling onto the bed and shifting so he could lay comfortably with their pups in between them. She laid on her side, leaving Ichor to feed while sitting up. The boy didn’t mind, of course, grasping and kneading her breast with tiny hands. Pennywise smiled at the sight, lifting his full sons until they laid drowsily atop his chest. His purrs lulled them to sleep within minutes and she grew tired watching them, her own eyes beginning to flutter closed.
*I know you resent me… because you had oh so many plans...* he whispered knowingly, tracing her lips with his tongue, *But there will come a time where you won’t hate me… and when that day comes, the day you crave me… I’ll be there, waiting.*
Hermione scowled, tears in her eyes and hating how much he was right. When she turned away, it felt childish, but to him, he looked at her now exposed mating bite and grinned victoriously at her surrender.