The reader piques the interest of a demonic clown plaguing a town called Derry. Never in his existence has he encountered someone as fascinating as you, and he quickly realizes he wants to do more than devour you. Can it be possible to tame the beas...
A girl trembles in the moonlight in nothing but a long cloak. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath as she makes her way deeper into the forest; dry leaves crunch under her brown,leather shoes worn soft with age. She crosses her arms over her chest as a drop of dew from an emerald leaf plops down upon her nose. She looks up, gazing at the moonlight as it dances through the silhouetted trees. She pauses, completely unsure of why she is walking in the woods in the first place especially after hearing that menacing laugh call out from the darkness ahead of her. The girl turns back the way she came and pulls the hood of her cloak over her head. A voice, his voice, cries out to her and freezes her in her tracks.
"Come to me," the voice calls softly in her head.
Temptation has led her to this fate, and she must go willingly now or she will be taken by a force as fierce as a tidal wave. She lowers her head and darts off further into woods against her will as if hypnotized. It started with one forbidden kiss in a dream. She had dreamed she was at a carnival surveying the sights, sounds, and smells. The girl had purchased some cotton candy and was about to take a sweet bite when she saw a clown in a silver jumpsuit with orange pom pom buttons waving at her from a few yards away. The crimson smile the clown gave her made her blood turn to ice yet stirred a fire within. It was his smile that set her on edge; it looked like an upside down scream. Something inside her head shouted that this clown was dangerous, but the fire burned hotter. The clown gave a little laugh and beckoned her with a finger to come hither. She obeyed and suddenly before she could reach the clown, he was standing right in front of her! She was alarmed, but the clown placed a gloved hand in the small of her back and prevented her from backing up. He leaned over towards her right ear, his breath tickling the hair on her ears and making the butterflies in her stomach lurch higher. She had felt dizzy and swayed, but the clown's grip on her was like iron. His lips were so luscious and his eyes a strikingly bright blue. Before she knew what she was doing, she threw one arm around the clown's neck and had kissed him....kissed him! The clown growled softly against her open mouth, and then little did she know, she was his.
The lush, black velvet of her cloak glides back and forth across her nipples, taunting. She feels the spark land in her most intimate place, and she closes her eyes while trying to ignore the heat spreading across her breasts, hardening her nipples to pebbles.. A twig snaps under foot, bringing her back to reality, and she looks up startled.
"Run! I need to escape!" she quips at herself silently. Just as she turns around again finally coming to her senses, she meets his amber eyes and is frozen in her tracks.
He smiles seductively at the trembling girl. "Oh, not yet," he muses to himself. "I will have her more than trembling." The girl was his now, and he was going to make sure to possess her. He steps closer to her, feeling her body heat radiate through the chilly night air. He leans his head to her neck and inhales her sweet scent. His silver jumpsuit rustles slightly, and he sees genuine terror in her eyes. He smiles his crimson grin again and cackles in the night. Fear. It is coming off her like a musk. He can also smell her desire, her need; and he is going to make sure that her desire for him is never fully satisfied...or her curiosity. Never in all his millennia of life has he come across someone as fascinating as her. If Pennywise had been honest with himself at the moment, he would realize that he was afraid too, afraid of how transfixed he was on this woman. He never had any interest in lustful thoughts or sex, and yet here he was standing with his cock rock hard and pressing against his jumpsuit.
He reaches up with a long, gloved hand, unclasps her velvet cloak, and watches it cascade down her shoulders, her supple hips, her buttocks, and then her calves until it finally pools at the forest floor. Her eyes widen in fear but also lust. He wasn't sure which feeling excited him more, her fear or the heat pouring off her from between her legs. Her nipples instantly pucker in the cool air, and his cock twitches in anticipation.
He reaches out, cupping her left breast and hears a barely audible moan escape her lips. "Come here," he commands as he nestles his hand on the small of her back and pulls her in closer and looks into her eyes. She wants this, secretly, and he knows. He is here to satisfy her desire and her him. He kisses her frantically, tasting her sweet, plump lips and massages her breasts. His crimson face paint smudges off onto her chin, and he chuckles against her mouth. She begins to rock her hips into him unknowingly causing the bells on his jumpsuit to chime, and he lays her down onto the cloak that has fallen onto the ground.
His throbbing cock is dripping with precum like a poison and moistening his jumpsuit. When he is ready, he will will away his clothes. He draws one taut nipple into his mouth and feeds, piercing her skin and suckling her blood. She cries out in pain but also in pleasure thus only exciting him further. He edges her legs apart, and she grips the cloak in her fists, whimpering. Sliding down, he is now between her legs nudging them apart. The ruffles of his collar tickle her thighs and she actually laughs out loud. He leans his head forward smelling her unique scent, and smears more of his blood-red face paint down her thighs. It drives him so mad that he has to take a moment to restrain himself from holding her wrists down and forcing himself into her. That would break the enchantment upon her, surely. Not yet, but he couldn't wait much longer. He never felt the desire to have something as bad as wanting her right now. Her fear was making his head swim, and he gazes up at her from between her legs.
"Noooo," she cries out for the first time and pulls her legs together.
"Yes, mi luna. I'm going to drink from you." He pries her legs apart again and plants his lips around her pulsating nub before she can protest again.
She thrusts her hips against him, crumpling his white ruffle collar and jingling the bells once again. She moans into the night sky, her cry echoing out into the woods for miles. He swirls his tongue against her delicate skin, lapping at her, tasting her, and driving her to the brink of absolute hysteria. He slides a gloved finger deep inside her tight, wet pussy, and feels her squeeze his finger firmly. He growls against her wet labia, lost in the torrents of pleasure and fear pouring off her and mistakenly closes his eyes. The dream he created in her mind fades, and reality comes crashing back.
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You wake up with a start, your body drenched in sweat, a dull ache in your groin. You groan, the dream already eroding from your mind like a morning fog escaping sunlight. "Those eyes," you ponder. So orange or were they blue? Yes, the most deadly blue eyes you had ever seen! You sit up in bed, feeling the covers slip off your body and realize you are naked underneath them. You shake your head and wonder how that is possible, since you fully remember donning your favorite pajamas before bed. Suddenly, the clowns pale face swims into your mind. A mixture of emotions floods your senses, and you feel slightly panicked. You give a nervous laugh and think to yourself, "Whoa...did I really get eaten out by a clown!?"
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