Herman's Revenge
December 24th, 2109
“Merry Christmas, Penn…” Hermione murmured, leaning into her mate’s comforting embrace. The disguised clown rumbled contentedly, wrapping his arms a bit tighter around her and enfolding them both within his warm, furred cloak. Snow fell around them, the wind making it dance across the blanket of pure white dust as they walked across the barren landscape.
“Merry Christmas, my sweet Doll…” he murmured just as quietly against her ear, making it twitch at his warm breath and the brush of his lips against the shell.
No birds squawked at their passing, nor did any mice or squirrels chase each other through the covered underbrush. Intricate, white flakes landed delicately in the witch’s hair, making the eldritch long to capture the image in a painting, photo, or whatever else the No-Maj had been able to invent within the last hundred and twenty years since their first Christmas together, when they had first extended their family and brought them into the world for the first time. Call him a softy, but the clown had gotten rather nostalgic lately, somber, contemplative.
Hermione’s last remaining traces of mortality had finally died, a testament to the lengthy amount of time she would have spent among the living had he not intervened. She felt it one day when she’d laid down to sleep, her last human breath. Now, such things seemed moot, and she’d had to ask her mate if he understood what she meant. He did not, but he could smell the shift in her scent, and it made him want her all the more, now that she was just like him, but beautiful, indestructible, magical.
Her human eggs had all been used up on their plentiful bounty of offspring over the years, rendering her empty in more ways than one, at least until now. While her tears and blood no longer flowed downward, and her eyes sometimes became aflame in reds and ambers when hungry and emotional, her magical core still remained, and her inhuman mind only became craftier over time.
They passed through the gate leading to their three-story home, the grounds unchanged by time, with the understandable extensions to a few places in the house.
“I have a very special present for you this year,” she hummed, reaching her free hand down underneath the cloak and rubbing her thumb along the stiff organ she found there.
“Do you now?” Pennywise allowed his disguise to fall away as they walked into their home, their den. Discarding the cloak, he picked Hermione up with ease despite her growing density.
“Yes…” she batted her eyelashes at him in a faux-demure gesture. He kissed her cheek, pressing the blunt sides of his closed teeth into her skin, nipping and calling her out for her sass, “Put me down and you’ll get it…”
Pennywise reluctantly let her go, watching her practically dash over to their little tree like a child and return with a handheld box that smelled of pine and deceit, “You’re not trying to poison me, are you, Dove? Not after all we’ve been through?”
“Not exactly,” Hermione quipped, looking up at him with an unreadable gesture, “Do you trust me?” She reached out her hand, and barely a moment passed before he placed his larger gloved one in hers.
The now eldritch witch led him up the stairs, passing the vacant rooms that had once been filled with their bountiful litters of hybrid pups. Their youngest was in her thirties now, having no desire to be the last one left at home with their nymphomaniac parents. It wasn’t like they didn’t understand, no, but that didn’t mean they weren’t lonely at the prospect of a barren nest.
In their own room, their nest, Hermione sat her tall mate down on their bed and opened the box, revealing two vials. One held a bright blue liquid, something one would imagine to taste of blue raspberry. The other looked like a vial of pink lemonade, but they both knew that wasn’t true.
“It took years to adjust them to our physiologies, but I’ve finally done it!” Hermione giggled quietly, her eyes practically glowing with eagerness. Pennywise frowned as they changed from chocolate brown to burning amber.
“Done what?” the clown narrowed his own amber eyes. She was being vague. It was never a good sign when she was vague.
“I have given us what you’ve refused to give me for the last few decades. Now, you don’t have a choice!” Hermione smirked, trailing her fingers across the crimson red comforter and up his lengthy arm. When she got to the top, she tapped his nose with her fingertip.
“What are you talking about?” Pennywise growled, denying her words, “I’ve never denied you anything.”
“Perhaps that’s too strong of a word…” Hermione relented, tapping her chin, “‘Offered’ is more accurate. Yes… You’ve refused to offer this…”
“What?” the ancient being felt like a broken record, his expression holding nothing but exasperation, concern and a smidge of fear.
Hermione scowled, irritatedly grabbing the pink vial and shoving it in his hand, “Drink this and find out.”
“Not until you tell me what you’re trying to do!” Pennywise finally snapped, pushing her back and rolling her until she laid placidly underneath him, legs akimbo and neck bared, “Tell me what these do, Hermione,” he pleaded, all alpha, his hand weaving underneath her skirt to fondle her bare clit.
“I… Ohh~” she moaned, holding onto both vials, “I want another litter. These will help us.”
“Oh?” the clown stopped at the mention of breeding his mate once more, curious, “And how exactly will these little things help us? Have you forgotten that you can create more eggs whenever you want, and I can make more than enough seed to conceive and feed them?”
“It’s not like that,” she whined, trying to move his arms as they came down beside her head. When that didn’t work, she growled, taking the cork out of the blue vial and chugging it down, “Fine, I’ll show you…”
Pennywise surveyed her stubborn pout, watching her inhuman eyes for any changes, “What are you—”
“Do you trust me?” a distinctly masuline voice hissed its way out of her throat, making him startle and jolt off the bed. He quickly put distance between them, climbing up near their tall ceiling and watching with both fascination and horror as Hermoine wandlessly removed her clothes and let her transformation take over her body.
The clown whimpered as his mate’s scents of cream and berries gave way to that of thunderstorms and timbre, raw earth and blood. Her hair shortened, but everything else seemed to grow: muscles, her height, her body hair, her cock—
Pennywise’s eyes bugged out of his head as he came back down from the wall to get a better look at the man before him. He looked like what humans described an ancient god to look like, all flowing dark curls, bewitching good looks, and a beastly memberso well-endowed that only something inhuman would be able to survive it. Despite the shorter beard of lush brown curls, he could still see a familiar smirk shining through. Almost sheepishly, a few tentacles cradled the large penis and tucked it away, flush against his pelvis.
“I’m still waiting on an answer, my love,” the man, Hermione, reminded him, stepping forward on defined, muscle-corded legs and placing a rough, solid hand on the tall clown’s face.
“I… I do…” he rasped, confused, and Hermione, Herman, a voice in the back of his head amended, stepped even closer and pressed their mouths together. It tasted like a storm of forbidden fruit and something astral, feral. The older eldritch both did and didn’t want it to end. The other smelled so salty and hungry and… virile. His beard scratched at his smooth, pale face, the unfamiliar sensation gradually winning him over with each adjustment of their lips and cheeks. Unfamiliar fangs nipped at his lower lip, and a similar black tongue lapped up the blood that escaped.
“It won’t last, I promise,” Herman told him when they finally parted after many minutes, lacking the need to breathe but still enjoying the sensation of inhaling each other’s scent. He pressed another chaste kiss against his mate’s stunned lips, “Just a day and I’ll be back to being your ‘beautiful little doll.’”
Pennywise didn’t know what to think. Hermione was his world, but Herman was… intriguing. “You have my attention,” the eldritch instead told him, “Now, what do you want to do with it?”
“Well, I suppose that all depends,” Herman strode back to the bed to recline on it, showing off his shapely posterior and chiseled back as he faced away from the gaping clown, “It’s been over thirty years since our last litter was born, and with my recent loss of humanity, I figured it was time to have another. Don’t deny it… You’ve been missing them as much as I have…”
“I have…” Pennywise agreed slowly, grabbing the pink vial from where it had been put back in the box and moving to sit in front of Hermione at the head of the bed, “And I also have a guess as to what this will do to me…” he lolled the pink vial back and forth, watching the liquid move inside.
“So… What do you think?” Herman prompted, his words hissing and rumbling in a low eldritch purr. He fingered his torso fissure, watching its teeth gnaw against each other and the offending finger. Then, he ran his hand from his toes, up to his neck, passing through leg hair, a dark brown groin sheathe guarded by what looked like neatly-folded chocolate-colored tentacles, and the strange presence of dusty pink male nipples. It was strange to see what the witch’s body had accepted from his species, and what parts of humanity it hung onto with a tight-fisted grip.
Pennywise couldn’t understand the appeal of extra hair and male nipples. They provided little warmth and no nourishment for pups. Then again, he considered, ogling his mate’s temporary new form and outright groaning when it shifted again to accommodate fluffier, gravity-defying curls; red, white, and shimmering gold makeup; and what appeared to be matching golden nipple rings that twitch whenever he flexed his pectoral muscles. A familiar brown eye winked at him, Herman’s hip jolting forward in a sharp thrust. The clown bit his own lip nervously, tasting the blood that lingered there, and uncorked the pink vial. Wordlessly, he drank its contents and waited, Herman watching him all the while, purring quietly.
At first, Pennywise didn’t feel anything, but then he felt himself begin to shrink and distort, morphing into what Hermione’s potion deemed a submissive female version of him to be like. His clothes pooled around him, leading Herman to assist in removing them, sneaking little touches as he did so.
“You’re so beautiful, so small...” he crooned, cupping his mate’s now soft and petite face, taking in her larger eyes and comparatively smaller body. Pennywise pursed her lips in confusion, looking at the large bedroom mirror and gasping at what she found there.
Herman moved so they sat on the bed, facing the mirror with Pennywise sitting delicately in his naked lap. His hands wandered, tracing his mate’s new form. Meanwhile, the clown observed herself, taking in her sparkling blue and amber eyes, pale skin, thin limbs, and six taut and pebbled nipples jutting up against Herman’s wandering fingers. “I hadn’t meant to make you so small… You were supposed to be rather large, as an eldritch female would be, but I also wasn’t gifted with a full eldritch cock, so mine wouldn’t have sufficed anyway… Sorry, Penn...”
Pennywise rubbed her thighs together at the thought, picturing herself as a proper eldritch female giantess, with Herman crawling over her and positioning his enormous monster cock at her slit. He’d fill her so well, with so many pups even she couldn’t even walk. At the same time, the clown conceded, looking up at her larger mate, this wouldn’t be so bad either.
“It’s alright,” she preened fondly, spreading her legs and leaning back into her mate’s attention. A few rough fingers probed her sex, exploring her tar-skinned folds and the bright red clit he found there.
Herman chuckled, fingering the bundle of nerves, “What a delicious-looking cherry,” he rasped, spreading a bit of the surrounding slick onto his fingertips and rubbing it faster, “I’ll bet it tastes better than it looks.”
“Please,” she whined, unsure for what exactly, but the male eldritch seemed to understand.
“C’mere, my little mate,” he cooed, lifting her out of his lap and laying her back down on the bed. Looking down at her, Herman finally noticed how much she looked like their second eldest daughter, Penelope. Honestly, he considered, she probably thinks I look like one of our little ones, too…
Pennywise arched off the bed like it was on fire when Herman latched onto her clit with a soft suckling pressure. “Ohh~” she keened, reaching down to grab his hair and tug him further down onto it, “More! More!” The male sucked harder, nibbling a bit on the flesh with blunt human teeth. Two fingers suddenly entered her dark, sopping hole, setting her core ablaze with lustful fire. They jokeyed back and forth, teasing her depths and feeling along the soft, spongy walls that led to her womb. He brushed them with calloused fingers, giving the motion some satisfying friction, “More!~” She roared in a trio of different octaves, humping his face.
Herman rumbled against her clit, making her squeal, and when he combined the motion with a “come hither” curl of his fingers, he had his little female virgin seeing stars. Pennywise howled, throwing herself back onto the mattress and arching to an inhuman degree. Slick gushed from her hole like a geyser, spraying her mate in the face and neck. Her eyes went wide at the sight, shock turning into newfound arousal when Herman’s first response was to lick his lips clean and gather some of the liquid on his skin to rub the bulbous cock head poking out of his sheathe of tentacles. His eyes held her own, amber-red and feral in the best way.
“Bloody hell, Penn…” Herman chuckled, aroused, “You’re gonna make me blow my load before I get inside you,” he warned, ducking back down to clean her a bit before exploring her body further.
“I… I…,” she panted, black tongue lolling out of her mouth as she twitched every few seconds, still riding the aftereffects of her first orgasm as a female, “Is it always like this?”
Herman purred, leaning over his lax mate and pressing a loving kiss to the hollow of her neck, only to drag his tongue all the way up to her ear, “Only with you, my sweet…”
“Ohh~” Pennywise moaned at the deep timbre of his voice, her clit pulsing and twitching with renewed vigor, “I’m about to— Oh!~” Herman spanked her clit with a swift and crisp slap, making her entire pelvis quake. He did it a few more times, just to be safe. By the time he was done, Pennywise’s clit was shiny, red, and perky once more.
“Oh, I’m just so in love with your tiny clitty, Penny…” he husked, unable to resist the urge to thumb the overstimulated button a little while longer, “‘Could play with it for hours…”
“Later,” she begged, trying to pull her mate back atop her. Herman went, but only with a bit of convincing, “I need my mate to drink me dry…”
Herman rumbled eagerly, pushing them further up the bed and onto the pillows. He laid down on his back, allowing her smaller frame to climb atop him and lean over him, letting gravity take its course and drip the first few drops of her milk onto his awaiting tongue. Then, just as with her clit, he struck, digging into her primary left nipple with no restraint and beginning to suck with a fevered hunger. He remembered how it felt as a female to be milked like this, but watching and feeling it from the other side of the sensation, it was like being fed the liquid ambrosia of the gods. There was the initial creamy flavor, but then there was more: berries, sugar, caramel, fresh earth, and the almost spicy citrus flavor he immediately associated with a female eldritch in heat.
The male eldritch reached for the other nipples with eager lips and tongue, relieving and pleasuring his mate simultaneously. Pennywise humped his tentacle sheath all the while, teasing the pink drooling tip with her own red button. Almost like a vacuum, the appendage took the female’s clit into its slit, sucking on it with a strange, milking, pulsing pressure. The clown whined at the sensation, kicking her legs enough for Herman’s groin tentacles to finally loosen and wrap around her offending limbs. He noticed immediately, smirking as he detached from her last empty breast, “Do I need to tie you down?”
Pennywise hiccuped, sobbing at the living milking machine making her clit grow larger and more swollen to a painful degree, “Please… I want your cock.”
“Hmm…” Herman hummed after a moment, finally taking his cock in hand and giving it a few jerks with a palm full of her slick, “You finally gonna let me breed you? Fill you with my seed? Give you a litter of my pups? No one has to know… They can be our little secret, just as you always have been, my lovely little housewife…” he purred, kissing her on the mouth and giving her a little taste of her slickness.
“Yes,” she gasped, her eyes full of stars and her buck teeth pressing into her lip to create the most arousing pout he’d ever seen.
“That’s my girl…” Herman kissed her lips again, rolling them back over so Pennywise’s lower legs could hang over his shoulders, effectively bending her in half.
“Damn,” he hissed, looking at the stark contrast between her inky folds and his stark white precum as his tip gently kissed her entrance, “So hot and beautiful, Penn…” It looked so warm and inviting, her hole fluttering, beckoning, welcoming him in with sweet scents and scorching eldritch body heat. She merely whined in response, craning her neck to look between them as she felt the blunt force of her mate’s cock pushing into her feminine hive. It was a shame her pelvis was shaded so dark, as it would have been awash in reds, pinks, and purples if it was as pale as the rest of her torso, thighs, and upper arms were.
Herman pushed in with one hard and solid thrust, his stiff member ripping through her inner membrane. The smell of blood made him pause, looking down at her with combined amazement and awe, “You’ve never—”
“Never,” she looked away awkwardly, “Only you…”
Herman kissed her again, rocking himself further into her tight channel, “It’s an honor to be your first stud,” he teased, pinching one of her many sore, ravaged nipples when she refused to laugh.
“My first, and my only,” she crossed her arms, deciding for them both with a sharp buck of her hips, sheathing him fully inside her ripe cunny.
“Oh, fuck, Penn…” he hissed, moving her legs until they were wrapped around his middle and he was flush against her torso. Thick, muscular arms slithered underneath her upper back, pressing her even closer to him, “Stop milking me…” he swatted her tits when she only squeezed him tighter, “At least let me build up a rhythm before I knot you.”
“I want your knot,” she agreed, wrapping her arms around his neck and seeking her own pleasure by humping his torso in time with his own thrusts.
“Yeah? You want my knot… my big fat knot…?” he groaned, thrusting in and out in a quickening tempo, “Gonna plug you full, ‘till you’re bursting with pups for me…”
“Yeah~” she moaned, high-pitched and drooling immensely down her chin. Her fangs ached to sink into her mate’s neck, but she couldn’t get a good angle at the moment. Instead, she tried to angle her hips into the base of his knot, but the appendage kept acting of its own accord.
“You’re gonna look so bloody hot,” Herman went on, sending one of his tentacles down to probe her anus as a little tease while his horse-like bollocks tapped her soft, round arse, “So round and full, leaking milk for me and our little ones... If we make a big litter, our young could drink from both of us.”
“Oh! Yeah~” she gasped, wailing. A few bubble-like tears dripped from her ecstasy-focused eyes, floating up to their ceiling like rising diamonds and stars. Herman felt her scratch up his back, and he knew he’d need a few moments to heal the damage. He was grateful that she hadn’t gone for his spinal column.
“Feel me, Penn… Feel me working to breed your tight little womb, to—Hah! To sew my seed within you—Ooh! You’re going to rip my dick off if you keep doing that!” Herman snarled, eyes red and frustrated as he thrust faster in retaliation.
“Shut the fuck up and knot me, then!” Pennywise snarled back, equally as frustrated. Herman slowed his pace, unable to stop himself from laughing at the angry female’s face.
“We have to savor this flavor, Mrs. Gray,” he cooed patronizingly, slowing to a nearly-grinding halt, much to her irritated frustration, “It’s our first time, after all…”
“Fucking move!” Pennywise ignored him completely, lashing out with sharp claws and sharper teeth. Herman nibbled at her mating bite, turning her into a puddle of moaning female eldritch before even thirty seconds had passed. She tugged at him pathetically, moaning and squeezing at his dick to make lewd squelching noises.
“I’m the sire now, you little slut,” the brunette reminded her, starting to pick up the pace once more, “So, I’ll decide when you’ve earned my knot.”
She huffed and puffed in response, her short red locks fanning out around her on the bed, giving him the impression of a blazing sun, “Faster?” she pleaded, the word coming out in a pathetic whine as she tugged on his arms with her petite hands. He acquiesced to her demands, humping her faster and harder into the mattress beneath them. The bedframe groaned in protest, but neither eldritch cared for anything beside their own pleasure at the moment.
Herman gnawed on Pennywise’s mating bite, gradually sharpening his teeth with each pass. It went straight to her clit, coercing it to twitch, and pulse, and dance between the well-oiled machine of their bodies. She itched to do the same, eyeing the black toothy scar flushed with red.
“You gonna cum?” he smirked, watching her slowly fall apart beneath him. Her legs and arms tightened, trying to crush his larger form down to her body. She finally nipped at his mating bite, her teeth snapping down but only skimming the flesh and capturing a bit of his blood on her fangs.
“Oh~” she moaned loudly in response, reaching one hand down and taking his balls in hand. She pumped them once, twice, and on the third, he surprised her by pushing even further into her pussy than she even thought was possible. His enormous knot pulsed as it followed through, making each of her full-bodied breaths stutter when she felt its stretch. “Ooh~” Pennywise sobbed, her tears leaking upwards as Herman finally pushed the last of his knot inside her. Their flesh locked together with a slight squelch, and then she was being filled.
Speechless, she looked down at herself in wonder as liquid warmth somehow cooled the burning embers at her core, spreading throughout her belly enough to give it a noticeable swell. Much later, she still swore that she felt it slosh back against her walls when it reached the back of her womb. Herman groaned, the sound turning into a deep snarl as he ducked his head and continued his task of breeding her up. She crooned at the feeling, running her fingers through the hair on his head, and that near his fissure. The odd teeth rippled as her finger passed along them, threatening to nip at her if she did so again. She moaned at the thought, simultaneously feeling her mate’s churning balls against her ass. They pulsed and shifted in a soft rhythm, emptying themselves into her vacant belly.
After a moment, he seemed finished, panting heatedly against her neck, hips pathetically bucking against her sore cunt. However, he suddenly latched onto her mating bite once more and bit her into another world-shattering orgasm. She cried out, feeling her channel milk the rest of his seed from his heaving balls, “Owie…” she whined at the pain, but the sound quickly shifted into a moan when he began licking at the bite.
“Now, be a good little mother hen and make some eggs for me, won't you…?” Herman chuckled between licks, rubbing her distended belly and even pushing on the swell to make her groan.
Pennywise obeyed, rapidly coming around to the idea of being bred. She envisioned a large litter, perhaps six to seven pups. It may have been wishful thinking on their parts, Herman feeling her whims through their matured bond, but just in case, she doubled the clutch in hopes that at least half would survive in her newly-bred body.
“Look at you,” Herman praised, scenting their pups being conceived that very moment, “So round and full of me…” he kissed her again, rubbing his scruffy cheek on hers, “You’ll be a wonderful dam, Penn…” the male adjusted them so they laid on their sides, “Now get some sleep. I’m not done with my feisty little female just yet.”