#robert gray

18+: mentions of murder, consensual non consensual sex, IT as an incubus, oral with female recieving, and somnophilia.

Part One | Part Two-coming soon.

Pennywise first visited you when you were 20 years old in the summer of 1989, after you just moved to Derry. You were living in a small cottage in the woods, not too far from downtown but far enough were you weren't bothered. If anyone asked where you were located for deliveries and such, you always replied:

"Close to the barrens."

Anytime you gave people that answer, they gave you a look of surprise followed by pity. Never once divulging why they looked at you that way. You heard some rumors about people in Derry being different but never though much of it. You moved here because your grandma lived here her entire life until needed to go into a home, so you took over her cottage.

Well, that's what you were telling everyone. The truth? Your grandma recently was checked into Juniper Hill. Over the last few years, she's slowly began losing her mind and herself so being the only living relative, you made the decision to check her in because it was too much for you.

Not wanting to leave her too far behind, you decided to stay in Derry. At first, it was fine, nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn't until three months after you living there when things started to change. It started off with the feeling of someone watching you in the dark thickness of the woods. You chalked it up to some kind of animal even when one night you dared to look out through your back patio doors, seeing a pair of glowing eyes.

"Must be a deer," you muttered, holding your sweater closer to you then closed the blinds.

You knew it wasn't a deer. Something deep in your gut told you it was linked to all of the kids who'd gone missing the last month. But the fear festering inside of you told you not to go outside, not to look into the missing kids, and definitely do not give your attention to the red balloon floating in the middle of your yard.

It wasn't until one night, close to summers end, when you were deep in sleep that you couldn't ignore those signs any longer. The red ballons were more frequent, following you around everywhere. The missing kids were doubling, the police chief murdered by his own son. And those glowing eyes in the forest had begun to move closer to your cottage every night. More and more, as you stood out on the back porch watching it, a face began to materialize. It was difficult out decipher what it was at first, it took nearly four days until the face finally reveled itself.

It was earlier tonight, before bed, and you were standing out on the back porch like you'd done every night. The full form of a face was staring back at you, making your heart thunder in your chest so hard, it was difficult to breathe.

White painted face, orange hair, red painted lips with red painted lines going up from the corner of his mouth up over his eyes. It wore a clown suit covered in dirt.

"Who are you?" Your voice trembled, taking a step back towards your cottage.

The entity's body shook, the bells on his suit rattling. "I'm Pennywise, the dancing clown!"

You swallowed thickly. "What do you want?"

The figure gave a wicked grin, showing of rows and rows of sharp teeth. "You."

You didn't bother to stay and ask this thing what it meant because you ran back inside, locking the door behind you.

Now, as you slept, the clowns face took over your dreams. You could feel his weight on top of you; teeth attached to every inch of your skin as he sucked his soul from you. It was an incubus, tasting you, devouring you. Moans fell from your lips as you shifted in your sleep when you felt a wetness between your legs. You thought it was part of your dream, surely you weren't actually wet right now. You were asleep, it wasn't possible.

But the clown entity continued to lap at your skin, its tongue leaving goosebumps in its wake as it dragged down between your breasts. Your hands felt heavy, unable to move as you wanted to run your fingers through the orange hair. Never had a dream like this felt so real. You were sure once the clown wrapped its blood stained lips around your clit, you'd cum. It was so close, its glowing eyes staring up at you between your legs, yet before you could feel the satisfaction you'd been craving, you awoke with a gulp of air. The darkness of your bedroom, the familiarity of the sheets beneath you, reminded you it was a dream and now, you were awake in reality.

"What the-?" You murmured, raising a hand to rub at your tired eyes.

But you couldn't. Your arms were heavy as if concrete had been poured into your veins. You began to panic, your heart lurching into your throat, as you tried to wonder what the hell was going on. You were conscious, that much you knew. This wasn't a dream anymore.

"You've smelled just like how I thought you would."

Your eyes snapped down to between your legs where golden eyes illuminated in the darkness. You could barely make out strands of orange hair but could feel a warm tongue press against your cunt. When you went to bed, you were dressed, but you realized now you were naked in bed.

Pennywise's doing. You weren't sure how, though.

"How did you-oh," your words died off, replaced by a moan, when the tongue pressed deep inside of you now.

Pennywise fucked your pussy with his tongue, hard and fast. You arched off the bed when your body began to react. Once more, you tried to raise your hand so you could press the clowns face deeper into your cunt, but you still couldn't move them. All you could do was lay there and let him fuck you with his mouth, your moans of pleasure filling the air. Pennywise's noises were disgusting, ruthless, and downright erotic, as he continued to eat you out, like a tasty meal. One he wouldn't have for quite some time.

"Gonna cum," you whimpered, feeling teeth bite down over your clit. "So close."

Pennywise urged you to with another sharp bite to your clit, fingers now curling inside of you. With a silent cry, you felt your orgasm flood between your legs, all over the clown's face. You did your best to ride his mouth as he dragged out another orgasm from you, quickly after the first.

Finally, you lay there exhausted and breathless. Body even heavier than before. But you could feel the evil presence of Pennywise as he hovered over your face, drool mixed with your arousal coating his lips. You didn't know why but the thought of kissing him brushed inside of your mind.

"Tasty, tasty."

The last thing you saw before darkness took over was that wicked smile filled with rows and rows of sharp teeth.