Firelord
Peter honestly couldn't have explained what came next -- John was screaming somewhere in the background and this --this thing was so, so close. Did it suddenly have tentacles? Why was that horrifying? He'd slept with A'askavariians before and they had plenty of tentacles.
He couldn't seem to move, couldn't possibly blink. His face felt wet. Was his nose bleeding?
He'd tasted blood before -- and hell, he'd tasted horror before too but this felt like a new, fresh kind of it and it -- the creature, right on top of him -- was overstimulating in a way that just had Peter shutting off like he'd never done before.
If Peter had had the time to really consider this, he might have realized that fear was a power that this thing wielded, an actual weapon. There was no other explanation.