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The feel of his hips rocking against hers was nearly enough to drive her crazy. Even with what felt like miles of clothing that separated them. She had agreed to the Consummation, willingly. There had been no hesitation, no regret, only longing. A need that seemed to ingrained in both of them, there was almost no telling if it was simply formed by the ritual of the Tasting, or if it was something that had formed the first moment Pennywise had set eyes on her. She was certainly not like anyone else he had encountered. She had such a strength of will, an instinct to survive but there was still a fragility to her and it made her all the more alluring. She was fascinated by the darker things in life and had showed no fear. Sure she could still be surprised and jump at the unexpected, but it was short lived. It was almost as if she had mastered the art of controlling her fears.

Now, she was like putty beneath his hands. Pliant and welcoming to his touch. He had removed both gloves, enabling his long fingers to dance across her flesh beneath her shirt as he bunched it up over her stomach. His lips skimmed her abdomen, the edges of his teeth causing her muscles to contract faintly beneath the attention. He watched her, peering through the valley of her breasts when her back arched against him. He marveled at how reactive she was to him. With his yellow gaze locked on her face, his tongue flicked out to taste her, licking a path of molten fire up from her navel and to the very edge of the black lace bra that was just beginning to peak out from beneath the shirt. He watched at she folded her lower lip beneath her teeth, scraping them along it's surface in a gesture that was purely erotic to him. Fire shot straight to his loins like a white hot lance of lightning. Pennywise growled lowly, tugging the material the rest of the way off of her torso.

He loomed over her like a shadow, a protective dark sentry. She felt safe, desired. Something that she had never felt with anyone else. Despite the darkness in him, she embraced it, enveloped it with her compassion and refused to let it go. Before he could close the gap between them, Amanda let her own fingers caress up his sides, nails faintly scratching over his ribs as she pushed his own shirt up. She marveled at the lean, pale expanse of his skin. At least in this form. It didn't matter what form he took. The Clown, the human, both appealed to her. She knew that neither of them was his true form. She had gathered that much simply by the scope of his presence, the feel of his power. He was far stronger than he had led others to believe. With a faint snarl, she tugged his shirt the rest of the way off of him, throwing it haphazardly over her shoulder.

"So eager." He purred, a smirk forming at the left corner of his lips.

"Eager to start but no where near eager to finish." She replied daringly, reaching up with her right hand, enabling her thumb to trace the curve of his lower lip.

"Oh? Well then, let us not keep you waiting, Preciousss."

His fingers delved into her hair and tugged lightly, maneuvering her exactly where he wanted her before he claimed her mouth with his own. There was nothing entirely gentle about the kiss. It was tongues and teeth, fire and passion. Her legs were still locked around his waist, almost refusing to allow him to move. Her own hands dance down along the length of his spine to grip at the backside she had been admiring so fondly earlier. She heard him chuckle, but she couldn't tell if it was out loud, or simple in her mind and at this point, she didn't care. She was very nearly beyond reason. He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down along the front of her throat. His tongue flicked across the wound at her shoulder, tasting the seductiveness of her blood one last time before moving lower. His hands shifted down along her sides as he slithered further down along her body. His teeth caught the material of her bra and pulled. The thin lace ripped like tissue paper beneath the strength of his jaws and the millions of sharp teeth that had morphed at his command. Almost immediately, her nipples hardened when they were exposed to the chilly damp air.

An appreciative hum passed Pennywise's lips before he lavished attention first to one peak, then the other. He felt her nails dig into the muscles of his backside as his sharp teeth carefully scraped along the taunt flesh in his mouth. He was rewarded with a throaty gasp that made him smirk against her skin. The tip of his nose trailed down along her abdomen until it came in contact with the fastening of her jeans. He did not take the time to undo them. He simple hooked his fingers into the belt loops and pulled. They slid down over her hips, exposing the fact that she had not warning anything beneath them. His eyes, when he glanced up at her face, had bled to an orange hue with the intensity of his desire. The sight of his mark so close to her womanhood was nearly enough to shatter his control. He placed a hand on either one of her ankles and slid them up along the insides of her legs. When he reached her knees, he pushed them apart, breathing deep of the musky scent of her arousal.

"I bet you taste even better." He said softly, brushing a kiss against her left knee. He did the same with her right before shifting himself higher, trailing his tongue slowly, almost teasingly along the inside of each thigh. He growled possessively when he scraped against his first mark. His fingers dug into her hips as he positioned himself closer to her core. Drool fell from his lower lip as the scent of her became overpowering.

Mine. He growled in her mind a split second before his mouth devoured her. She cried out in shock and pleasure at the suddenness of it. Her hands all but slapped down onto the concrete beneath her, nails fighting for purchase into something, anything. Pennywise wouldn't let her. With his mouth still locked against her, his hands found hers and held them fast by the wrists, holding them in place down beside her hips. He wanted her writhing. He wanted her whimpering.

Unable to find anything to grab onto, Amanda bit her lower lip to keep from screaming.

Do not stifle yourself, Preciousss. I want you to scream.

"C-can't." She managed to croak out in between deep breaths. She felt him move, replacing his mouth with one of his hands as he shifted upward to peer into her face.

"You will." He replied confidently, sliding a single finger into her slick entrance. He watched the rapture on her face, enjoying that it was him that brought her this pleasure. Slowly, he added a second one, feeling her clamp tightly around those digits that were slowly envading her. He crooked them upwards towards the front of her body and a sly smile spread across his face the moment she cried out. Her freed arm wrapped around his shoulder, nails digging into his back as his hand moved against her.

"I would much rather have you screaming when I am buried all the way inside of you."

His words caused a fresh hot spike of desire to lance through her. He watched as her eyes turned nearly opaque with arousal. He reached between them with his other hand and freed the throbbing length of himself from his own jeans. He did not push them down yet, too eager to feel her wrapped tightly around him to bother with removing them. Without warning, he removed his fingers and slid the length of himself deeply and fully into her with a single stroke. It left them both breathless, their eyes locked as they both attempted to adjust to the feel of the other. Just the feel of him enter her for the first time had nearly broke the damn on her control.

"Peerrrfect." He managed to whisper, his breath mingling with hers. Their lips were mere inches from touching, but neither of them wanted to break the intimate moment and move just yet. Reluctantly, Pennywise slid back from the heated velvet cavern of her body, only to surge forward in a deeply powerful stroke that had a guttural moan escaping both of them. He wanted to draw the moment out as much as possible, but the feel of her so tight and hot gripping him, was making it virtually impossible.

Both of her hands drifted almost lazily up his spine to grip at his shoulders, nails biting harshly into his skin. Dark blood oozed to the surface and floated in the air, dancing around them in a macabre curtain. Each inward thrust was more powerful than the last. Her breathing had become harsher, more pronounced the deeper he slid into her. When he hit the end of her and could go no further, she screamed, but it wasn't from pain. Pennywise rocked his hips, still sheathed inside of her and felt her body clamp so tightly around him that for a moment, he thought she had hit her peak.

"If I had known it would have felt like this, I would have taken you that first night when I Marked you." He managed to breathe out in a harsh whisper. Between one moment and the next, he felt her unravel around him, clenching him so tight that he saw stars. One rock of his hips. Two, three, and on the forth, Pennywise exploded with a harsh growl, following behind her in rapture. His eyes locked with hers as he emptied himself as deep inside of her as he could, watching as she seemed to even gain pleasure from feeling him release within her body. Her arms hung limply around him. Sweat clung to both of them despite the damp chill of the underground.

"If I had known it was going to be like that, I would have called you to me sooner." Amanda managed to breathe out, even as her body continued to tremble around his in subtle aftershocks.

His unpredictability reared it's head when he suddenly spun her around. He gripped her hips and shifted her body so that she was on her hands and knees before him. Still rock hard and craving the feel of her, he slid into her from behind without warning. This time, she screamed, her voice echoing throughout the cavernous room.

"I told you that you would scream." He growled into her ear. His chest was pressed against her back. His right arm encircled her waist while the left trailed up the front of her body to grip lightly at her throat. His fingers curled around her neck, but rested there, not putting any real pressure. This position enabled him to hold her close and still manage to penetrate her deeply. The hand that rested against her waist shifted down between her legs, the tip of his middle finger seeking out and circling that small bundle of nerves that would undoubtedly be her undoing. The stroke of his finger matched the powerful deep stroke of his erection and he felt her body tremble beneath him. His pace quickened, surging deeper and harder with each stroke until Amanda was a quivering, moaning mass in his arms.

"I want to hear you, Amanda." He whispered against the lobe of her ear, teeth nipping at the flesh. The hand that had been stroking her moved, shifting over to the Mark, his Mark that permanently marred the inside of her right thigh. His claws scraped lightly over the wound. It was as if that contact with that Mark shattered her control. She came apart with a shout and pitched forward with the force of her release, only barely managing to catch herself with her hands in the nick of time.

With a shout of his own and a final thrust, Pennywise buried himself as deep inside of her as he could and remained there, locked in her clenching body as he filled her completely. With a groan, they both collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs. He pillowed her head with his arm, spooing her smaller frame with his much taller one. She felt his fingertips lightly trail over the dip in her waist, caressing a soothing pattern against her skin.

"You will begin to notice changes in the next few days." He reminded her, dropping a rather tender kiss to her wounded shoulder. "After the third day, we must finish the Binding."

"Mmm." She mumbled softly. "I am certainly looking forward to that one."