*****rated for sex*****
Rachel woke to the sound of a shutting door. Roman was standing next to her bed. She was still in the hospital.
"You're awake. Good." He bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "You need to eat. They brought your breakfast." He lifted the lid off the bowl on her breakfast tray, revealing some hot, steaming oatmeal.
"Ugh. I don't know how you humans can eat this stuff." Roman dipped his pinky in it and licked it off.
"It's alright. Not one of my favorites though," Rachel said. She closed her eyes. She so could have fallen back to sleep.
She felt Roman shaking her arm. "Hey. Time to wake up, princess. You can sleep later."
"I don't want to wake up," Rachel said in a groggy voice.
Roman leaned over her. "If you don't sit up, I'm going to get Pennywise in here and make you."
Her eyes still closed, she smiled.
Roman chuckled. "Knew that would get your attention. Come on. Wake up. Eat."
Rachel opened her eyes. "Since when did you get so bossy?" She begrudgingly sat up.
Roman pushed the arm on the bed that held her tray until it was over her lap. "Since my pregnant wife ended up back in the hospital."
"You need to be careful with that," Rachel said. "Having people knowing that I'm pregnant is one thing, but if they think we're really married, they're going to start asking questions."
Roman gave a nod. "Yes ma'am. And thank you for not telling your aunt anything."
Rachel grunted. "She asked me if I was under a lot of stress. Can you imagine? 'Oh not much, Aunt Susan. I just found out this morning that I'm pregnant for my boyfriend who's actually my husband now and from another galaxy, your son saw us fucking in my kitchen, a giant turtle wants to recruit me to fight in some otherworldly battle. Oh, and I think I'm turning into a vampire. So how has your week been?'"
Roman laughed. "First off, you don't have to do anything Maturin wants you to do. And secondly…" he tilted his head towards you. "A vampire? Really?"
Rachel shrugged. "I drink blood now. What else would you call me?" She took a bite of her oatmeal.
"I would call you an extraordinary woman who has imprinted on a super extraordinary otherworldly being who would be what humans call an alien. You are not a vampire."
Rachel set her spoon down. "So our daughter is an alien. That's why she's so powerful so early on."
Roman sat on the edge of the bed. "Our daughter is a very powerful empath apparently. You see, you've imprinted on me. You have some of my magic inside of you. And so does she."
"But she's, what, a couple of weeks conceived?" Rachel waved her hand. "She is nothing but an embryo right now. How in the hell can she have that kind of power, Roman?"
Roman rubbed her leg. "Hey, hey. Try not to get upset. I admit this baffles me as well, and if I'm going to be honest…worries me a bit."
Finally Rachel asked one of the many questions that had been plaguing her mind all night. "Is she a danger to me?"
Roman grabbed her hand and held it. The worried look on his face made her heart drop. A knock came at the door.
Dr. Carter came in. She gave them both a pretty smile. "Hi. Good morning."
"Mornin'," Roman mumbled.
Rachel just smiled at her.
Dr. Carter approached Rachel's bed. "And how are we today? I see you're back again."
"Yes ma'am," Rachel said softly.
"Aww. They said you were having stomach pains, throwing up."
Rachel nodded.
"Did they tell you we got your test results back?"
Rachel took a deep breath. "I know. I'm pregnant."
"Then you know that we have a few concerns?"
Rachel and Roman glanced at each other. "What concerns?" he inquired.
"Are you the father?" Dr. Carter asked him.
Roman squeezed Rachel's hand. "I am."
Dr. Carter nodded. "Ok. Considering the pain happened right after she had her panic attack and it was as intense as it was, we're going to assume that it wasn't just regular stomach pain." She glanced back and forth to Rachel and Roman as she spoke.
Rachel's chest started to get tight. "You think it had something to do with the baby?"
"Well it is too soon to tell, but considering what all you told Dr. Gabaldon last night, how it just happened all of a sudden… like I said, it's too soon to tell, but considering the amount of stress you've been under lately, I have to be honest with you. You are lucky you didn't miscarry last night."
Rachel folded her lips in. Miscarry? Roman had told her that Eleanor had just been afraid. Could it have been possible that he was wrong? Eleanor's face from the Tower flashed through Rachel's mind. Come home with me, she had said.
"But I didn't miscarry, right? The baby's still alright?" Rachel could feel herself starting to panic again.
Roman squeezed her hand tighter and she threw a glance at him. He shook his head. Rachel took a deep breath. Now was definitely not the time to go into panic mode again.
"When can I leave? Is it safe to leave?" she asked Dr. Carter.
"If I were you, I would wait. Give it a couple of days. We can monitor your stress levels. This is the second time you've been here in two days. That's not good, Rachel."
Rachel let out a sigh, suddenly feeling weary. Two days. Two days to sleep and to think. She was sure Pennywise wouldn't be able to visit, but she had him as Roman, if he decided to stay around.
Rachel spent the rest of the morning resting. Roman stayed by her side, for which she was grateful. Every now and then her nightmare from the night before would pop into her mind, but she pushed it away. That was what had gotten her in the hospital to begin with. Soon she drifted to sleep.
A while later, she had another visitor. Her mother. Sarah didn't really say anything when she came in, but the look that she passed between Rachel and Roman said it all. She knew.
"Roman, I would like to speak to my daughter alone please." Sarah's tone was finite.
"Sure," he replied. He gave Rachel's hand a squeeze and left the room.
Sarah put her purse down on the couch. "Susan told me about what happened last night. How Roman called her. She also told me about your…condition."
Rachel started fiddling with the edge of her sheet. "I just found out yesterday. I took a…pregnancy test." That wasn't completely a lie. She had just used Pennywise's magic to do it. "It was positive."
Sarah spread her hands. "Honey, this is the rest of your life. I know you and Roman have feelings for each other, but…" She sat down on the chair that Roman had just vacated. "I just wish you had been more careful."
Rachel couldn't help it. She started crying. "I know. We just…we have so much in common. He really sees me, Mom. In a way that no one else ever has."
Sarah sighed. "I know I haven't been there for you. That was my fault. You know I will support you no matter what. But a baby? Honey…"
"I'm not aborting it, Mom," Rachel shot at her. "I know me and Roman haven't been together long, but this baby didn't do anything wrong. And we didn't either."
"Rachel, I would never, never expect you to kill this baby. But at least please think about for after it's born. This is a lot of responsibility. You have to work. And what about the theatre?"
"Mom, please. I know this is a shock. I'm still not completely sold on the idea yet myself. But please, let me handle it."
Sarah smiled, a weary smile. "I guess my baby girl's all grown up."
"I guess so."
"Well then, congratulations. You know I'm here for you." Her mom hugged her. It was exactly what Rachel needed.
Rachel and Pennywise sat by the creek. It was the afternoon that Rachel had left the hospital. She had been there for almost two whole days. She was between his legs reclined against his chest. He had his long arms around her, his hands entwined over her belly.
"I don't ever want this to end," she said.
"It doesn't have to, my sweet." He leaned forward and nuzzled her hair.
"I can so see me, you, and Eleanor sitting out here. We can hold her standing up. Put her little feet in the water.
"We can do whatever you want, dearest."
Rachel smiled. She loved his little lisp. An idea struck her and a mischievous grin played across her face. She turned to face him.
"Anything?" She cocked an eyebrow at her clown husband and brought a hand up to rub his chest.
Pennywise grinned and enveloped her hand in his own large one. "My kitten is always so eager. Maybe you should keep resting."
"Oh I can think of something that I would love to rest on," Rachel said in a sultry voice as she climbed up into his lap.
Pennywise's face grew serious. "You want to ride me, kitten?"
She nodded. "I do."
"Right here? Right now?" He brought his hands up to cup her ass.
"I can think of no better place."
She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. She backed away. His crystal blue eyes stared into hers.
"We can take it slow, you know," she said quietly as she ran her hands up his chest. "I think I can handle that."
He brought his hands up to the hem of her shirt. "Are you sure, Rachel?"
"I'm sure."
She reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head. Her bra came next. Pennywise's eyes took in her every movement. She threw her bra down next to her shirt. She started to stand up to remove her shorts, but Pennywise grabbed her hands.
"Wait."
She gave him a questioning look.
"I do not do this enough."
The clown leaned forward and tenderly put his lips to her breast. He started rolling his tongue around her nipple. His hair was right in her face. She ran her fingers through it. Something she didn't do nearly enough. Pennywise started purring as his tongue laved her tender flesh. He put his hands on her ass again and squeezed gently. Rachel brought her hands down and started unfastening her shorts.
Pennywise pulled away and glanced up at her. Drool dripped from his mouth. Rachel bent down and kissed him firmly on the lips, then backed off of him. She stripped down and stood before him, completely naked. The sound of the rushing creek filled her ears. She wiggled her toes, feeling the grass between them and grounding herself to the earth. Pennywise's eager eyes traveled up and down her body. He reached down and freed his tentacles from his pantaloons, his eyes still glued on her.
"This cock is for you, my queen. Now come and let it fill you. Fill yourself up with me."
Rachel slowly climbed over Pennywise's legs, her alien amber eyes locked on his blue ones. She straddled his hips, now standing over him. His cock writhed as if eagerly waiting to be sheathed inside her.
"I am yours, Pennywise. My heart, my body, and my soul. Yours. Forever. Nothing is ever going to change that."
She lowered herself onto him. There was a squelching sound as the tentacle slid its way up inside her, deeper and deeper.
Pennywise's eyes transformed right before her, their crystal blue depths turning into solid gold. Rachel gave him one gentle thrust. Pennywise shivered beneath her. She thrusted again. And again. A sigh escaped her lips. The feeling of that slick and firm, yet soft tentacle sliding back and forth against her vaginal walls was the sweetest sin she could imagine. She rode him slowly, running her hands up and down his firm chest. There was no hurry.
She rolled her hips in a circular motion. Her mouth fell open and her fingers tightened on his costume. His tentacle turned as she turned, rubbing and massaging every single inch of her core. She started shaking. Pennywise growled and his eyes rolled back.
"Ohhh, Rachel. My queen. I could fuck you for eternity."
Pennywise fell backwards, bringing her with him. His back hit the ground. His cock hit her g-spot. She came. She started rolling her hips again. Pennywise reached up and roughly squeezed her breasts. She grabbed the front of his costume and pulled it so hard, the fabric ripped. She threw her head back and screamed at the sky. Her orgasm was like a tidal wave, drowning her. And she had no desire to come up for air.
Before she could finish coming back down, she thrusted hard into Pennywise. She wasn't done yet. She made his cock slam into her g-spot. She glanced down at Pennywise. His eyes were completely white and his mouth was open in an 'o' shape. Rachel felt another orgasm building up again, but Pennywise beat her to it. He exploded inside her. Her body bent over as her second orgasm hit. She rode it out quietly. When she was done, she braced her hands against Pennywise's chest to hold herself up.
She was a sweating, quivering mess. Her hands went to the rips in Pennywise's costume. She studied them. She had ripped. The cloth. Of Pennywise's costume.
He grabbed her wrists. "What is wrong, dearest?"
"Look," Rachel breathed.
Pennywise glanced at his chest. A diabolical grin lit up his face as he glanced back up at her.
"My queen grows stronger."
Rachel's mouth fell open. His strength. She had acquired some of Pennywise's physical strength. She started to wonder what other kinds of tricks she would pick up from her inter dimensional husband.
She washed her nether regions off in the creek. Pennywise reclined against a rock, watching her. Rachel climbed out.
"Hey, baby, is it okay if I have the rest of the day to myself?"
"Aww, tired of your mate already?"
Rachel smiled. Although his voice sounded serious, she knew otherwise.
"Never ever. I just wanted to relax. Have some time to myself for a while. Maybe go to bed early."
Pennywise stood and walked over to her. "If that is what my queen wants, then Pennywise shall give it to you." He bent down and kissed her forehead. "And I shall feed while you are doing that."
Rachel gave him another smile, although she didn't quite feel this one. She really didn't want to be away from him, but she had a lot to think about and to prepare for. Pennywise left and she sat on the ground. It felt weird feeling grass beneath her bare backside. She had only felt it once before. She smiled at the memory of the first time she and Roman had made love. That was the night she had realized she loved him. And Pennywise. One in the same, yet they were so different. Like being in human form made Pennywise feel a little more human. It made sense.
Rachel sat out in the sun for a while and finished drying off, then got dressed. She took her time going back to her car. There was really no reason to rush home.
When she got to her car, she stopped. There was a dark gray car pulled up alongside hers. Both the driver and left rear passenger doors were open. She scanned the area nervously. Someone was there.
A pair of arms grabbed her from behind. A gloved hand went over her mouth. She tried to scream, but couldn't. Whoever it was was taller than her and bigger. He started dragging her towards the other car. She tried to fight him, but his grip was just too tight. She even tried to dig her tennis shoes into the ground to create friction, but nothing could slow him down. He drug her to the open back door. A large metal circular object lay on the back seat. It was about the size of a frizbee. Rachel's eyes grew wide. He got her in the crook of the door and removed his hand from her mouth.
"Help!" she screamed.
The man reached out and grabbed the circular thing while still holding her in place with his other arm. She elbowed him in the stomach. The man grunted but still didn't lose his hold on her. He grabbed the metal circle and put it around her neck.
"No. Pennywise!"
The circle clamped shut. Then the man shoved her in the car and slammed the door shut. She was too stunned to react. The man got in the driver's seat and slammed his door shut and hit the gas. He had left the car running. The car took off. Rachel heard the doors lock. There was no way she could escape. She could have unlocked the door, but then she would have to jump. She would have to wait.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
The man was wearing a ski mask. Green eyes poked out through the holes. He didn't answer her. Rachel tugged at the iron collar. It was stuck fast. She tried to calm her breathing and closed her eyes. She tried to reach out to Pennywise with her mind.
"Ahh!" She put a hand to her head as she felt a sharp pain, followed by a wave of dizziness. She started to panic.
There were four things Rachel was aware of: 1) She had been kidnapped. 2) She had some kind of strange collar around her neck. 3) She now had a headache the size of Derry.
And 4) She couldn't contact the one person who could help her.