Page 12 of Scream for Me

“Oh, no. It’s okay.” I lean back into him, even as his dick, fully erect, presses against me. He groans softly as he continues to run his claws against my scalp. His filaments reach out for me, not as strong in the current, but a few attach to my ass, searching for my sensitive bits. I’m so relaxed that I can’t even be scared of those guys anymore. Besides, I think my body has clued in my brain that even though they're unusual, their otherworldly ability to deliver pleasure overtakes any aversion. I keep lowering, not even realizing that I’m falling back into him. Scully doesn’t halt massaging, working on the top of my head as I lie against his muscular chest.

He’s not untangling anymore, just scratching my head, slow and sensual. My chest heaves. I have no shame in my hardened nipple, painfully aching out of the water. I feel his gaze on me, my chest, my bare cunt, my parted lips as I labor against the thick air. His claws move lower, down the side of my face, scratching behind my ears, cupping my jaw, running down my neck.

I arch my back, pushing myself more onto his lap. His dick is at the middle of my back, most of his filaments suctioning and pulling me closer. I’m so aroused. I’ve never felt this way before. Calmness and yearning tangle together, kindling my nerves into flames.

His claws remain at my neck, not moving lower than my collarbone. I don’t want to beg. I push my breasts out of the water, wanting him to obey my silent demand, but he doesn’t move lower, clearly wanting me to ask for it. Every part of me fights my mouth, not wanting to give in. It won’t be the first time I beg for more, but this time feels different. He’s not demanding anything, just offering comfort. If I ask him to touch me, there will be no turning back. The thin veil of my fight will rip to threads.

I can’t take it anymore. “Please,” I whisper, not opening my eyes.

His words come out torturously slow. “Please what?”

He knows damn well what, but I’m too desperate now to play coy. “Touch me,” my breathy voice making the words barely audible. I finally open my eyes, catching him staring down at me—ravenous, awestruck. His eyes flick down my chest as his claws graze lower. He travels through the valley of my chest, taking a detour at the ridge of my mound. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

“Everywhere,” I say around a moan.

He moves up my breast, circling my nipple. It’s so light yet so intense. “Here?”

“Yes. More.”

Who knew my few words could be so useful? His other hand travels down my abdomen. I’m wound tight, panting like he’s touching much more than he is. After an eternity, he reaches the peak of my cunt, twirling his claw in my curls.

“Please. Touch me. Please.” I watch him as his eyes absorb my body, licking his lips. He grinds against me, and his suctions tighten on my back. I’m sure they’ll leave marks.

“So needy.” His finger travels lower. From my position, lounging against him, head propped up on his chest, I can see as his fingers tease at my seams. His claws detract, leaving padded, paw-like fingers touching my skin. My pussy floats atop the surface, glistening from my arousal. He plays in it, teasing me still. I buck into his hand, needing more.

“Use your words,” he says with a growl. “I love it when you beg.”

“Touch inside of me. Make me come.” I cry, completely lost.

He does as I ask, parting me, stroking up my velvety skin, still so soft it’s cruel. “Do you like this?” he asks, barely touching my clit, but sending my nerves ablaze.

“Yes!” I cry, choking on the word.

“It will be so much better with my attachers, pulling you closer to me.” So that’s what he calls those little guys—attachers. Makes sense.

He presses harder, and I cry out. His other hand, previously on my breast, covers my mouth. “Shhh, little human. The monsters will hear you. They’ll want to feast on you. Watch as I play with you. Take a turn. But you’re all mine. Only I will make you whimper and scream.” His hands are so large that he’s able to tease two of his fingers at my entrance while still caressing my clit. I press down on his hand, wanting more, craving release.

His hand falls away from my mouth and returns to my breast, pinching my nipple as he fucks me with his hand and massages my hardened bundle of nerves. I can’t suppress the scream. The world falls away. I’m no longer in a forest surrounded by monsters. I cry out as my mind washes blank and my orgasm hits me. He groans along with me, rutting into me until his warm cum jets against my back. “Scream for me, just like that.”

He wrings me out, my body raw and my vocal cords strained. It’s not until I’m completely sated, my consciousness returning, and my heartbeat slowing that I realize what I’ve done. Scully tenses, presumably coming to the same conclusion. He tenses, his attachers release me, and he sits up, cradling me against him. Something splashes down the stream, followed by a clicking.

He jumps out of the water, carrying me with him. I nearly scream, but I catch it in my throat. Something jumps out of the water just as we exit. This time, Scully covers my mouth, anticipating my fear. A slimy yellow slug-looking creature snaps its jaw at me, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its beady eyes are hooded below a jutting forehead, making it look like it’s grimacing at me, almost like a bitchy giant worm. Scully backs away as more of it trails out of the water.

“I thought you said the water was safe?” I inquire, not taking my eyes off the massive creature. It moves incredibly slow, and I hope it’s not a stalking technique before it pounces.

“It was. I couldn’t sense the rozzers when we entered.”

I want to argue that if he told me that these “rozzers” were a possible inhabitant of the stream, I’d have taken a quicker dip and not have waded in the water as he took his time with me, but I don’t have the chance. A low gurgle comes from deep within the dense woods next to us. I have a feeling my scream alerted a whole bunch of different creatures, much like last time. Scully must have the same idea. He scoops me in his arms and takes off in the way we came, holding me close with one hand, and pushing away tree limbs with the other. I hide in his chest fur, not wanting to look, especially as footsteps and growls follow after us, sporadically growing closer.

After what feels like forever, my entire body and hair nearly dry, Scully slows, his breath barely labored. I pop up. We’re in a small clearing. Trees, looking more like Earth trees than the others I’ve seen, cage us in. A rock formation sits in the middle.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“A cave. It should be safer here but let me check.” He drops me to the ground. The gravel grazes my ass, reminding me I’m naked. Shit. I forgot my coat, but it hardly seems like the time to ask to go back.

Scully nears the entrance of the cave. His nose and eyes twitch as he searches around and pokes his head into the darkness.

“How did you know this was here?”