Page 17 of Scream for Me

The spider scoffs. “No. I think I’ll kill him. I'd rather the fight be gone from you.” He pulls back, ready to strike.

“No, I love him!” I yell, my words not registering, panic taking over my senses.

It happens so fast, Scully’s eyes shift back to gold, the brightest I’ve ever seen. He seems to grow before my eyes, changing into something completely foreign. The spider must notice the difference because he pauses—a stupid thing to do, because Scully yanks the webbing, his arms moving like he’s yielding a hammer. A giant tree branch falls from the sky, causing the ground to shake upon contact. “Mine!” he yells.

I’m stunned. The spider must be as well because he hesitates. Scully is pure animal, ripping his arms from the webbing the moment his feet touch the earth. He charges the grey beast, knocking him to the ground with a heavy thud.

The last fight between these two was fair, and I was unsure who would win. This time it’s different. Yes, the spider may be stronger than before, but Scully doesn’t pause. His movements are swift, as if every motion is a preplanned attack. The spider can barely lift his claws to protect himself before Scully slices his eyes with one clawed hand and with the other rips through the exoskeleton over his chest like it’s made of eggshells. He yanks out soft pink innards, red blood splattering across his face and chest. Scully brings the spider’s still pulsing muscle to his mouth, taking a bite before tossing the rest of the chunk to the ground beside him. He roars, louder than I’ve ever heard him before, shaking the universe around us. The world stills. The spider is unmoving underneath Scully’s body, his head lolled to the side, his five bloodied eyes shut. Scully swallows before releasing heavy breaths.

I told Scully that I wasn’t scared of him anymore. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, and if he reverted to the monster who captured me, I’d scream for him and bring him back from the darkness. But when his blazing eyes whip toward mine and he groans—clenching red-stained fists before stalking toward me, tail raised and waving behind him—absolute terror swims through my veins. He’s different; the kitty from before is gone. I can’t even be happy that he’s alive and that our threat is slain. All I feel is fear—a pulsing, overpowering wave of terror. Which, of course, causes every one of my nerve endings to light.

No, I’m not cured. Maybe I’m worse, because as the monster stalks toward me, bloodied and growling low in his throat, I welcome the fear, eager for how he’ll devour me.

He slows as he gets closer, the anticipation building. “Scully? Are you okay?” I ask, my voice shaking.

His eyes are crazed as he reaches me, studying my body as he grabs the web overhead and uses it to support himself. He breathes me in, moaning. “You smell so good. You’re marinating for me, growing richer with each second.”

I close my eyes, turning my head as he presses his forehead against my cheek. My chest heaves, and I try to stay focused. The spider guy is likely dead, I’m not sure, but he’s the least of our worries now. These woods are riddled with monsters, and if he takes me right here there’s no way I’ll be able to hold back my screams. “Scully, you need to get me out of here.” His hand palms my mouth. The coppery taste of blood meets my taste buds. Surely I’m covered in it with his hands all over me and his fangs at my ear. “Shhh, that’s not what you want. Your wet little cunt is whispering to me, begging me to take you.” With his other paw, he grabs my pussy, slipping his declawed fingers inside of me.

I yelp, and he pushes down on my mouth harder. “Don’t call more monsters over. My appetite can’t afford more meat that isn’t you.” He inserts another finger inside of me. I’m so wet that the squelching sound echoes all around us, turning me on even more, but somehow a small part of me stays focused. I free my lips from his hand. “Scully, if you do that, I’ll scream.”

He inserts another finger, fucking me forcefully. “You think you can be splayed for me like this, dripping with your nectar, spilling words of your love from your lips, and I would be able to last another second without my cock inside of you? No. I will have you now. If you must scream, do it. I can take whatever beast comes our way with your scent covering me.” I wonder if my last scream gave him more confidence in his abilities, or if he’s too delirious with arousal to think straight. Either way, it’s too late for either of us to reason. If he stops, I might die.

He fucks me hard, his fingers reaching deep. “Tell me. Do you want me to stop? Say the word and I’ll do it.”

“No,” I wail, my reason gone, and the only sense in my body is the overwhelming pleasure as Scully works me with his bloody hand. Somehow, he also applies pressure to my clit, and I’m done for. He must sense it as my body tenses, because he presses down on my mouth, muffling my scream. It’s still audible, and Scully tilts his horn to my mouth as if trying to catch the fragments that make it through his barrier. He moans and his cock nudges me, his attachers reaching from me.

He doesn’t even let me come down from my orgasm as he pushes away. “I can’t wait any longer. I have to fill you with my seed.” He extracts his claws and swipes against the webbing that holds me up. I yelp as I’m weightless, sure I’ll crash against the earth without warning, but his arms swoop around me before I hit the ground, laying me below him as he looms above. He runs his rough tongue over my ear, down my neck, through the valley of my breasts. I look down as he nips at my nipples, being more rough than usual. Sure enough, I’m covered in the monster's blood, and when I pick up my head to look over Scully’s massive form, I catch the still unmoving body of the spider monster, not even a hundred feet away. I’m about to get fucked next to a potentially dead body, covered in his blood. The thought should repulse me, dry me up, but instead—because I’m a sick freak—it’s like my previous orgasm never happened. My body vibrates in violent anticipation, and if Scully doesn’t impale me on his cock quickly, I’ll find the power within me to make him.

“Please fuck me. I can’t wait.” I beg.

Scully pulls away from my breasts and travels back to my ear. “I love it when you beg. Almost as much as I love you.” I barely register his words, but it still hits my heart like a bullet, warming me from the inside, even if I don’t have the wherewithal to contemplate the seriousness of it. He positions his head at my entrance, already opening for him, ready to rearrange myself to fit around him. His attachers suck onto me, hitting my clit and my back hole with such accuracy it’s like they’ve learned my body.

Scully doesn’t even brace himself. I don’t think he can. He thrusts inside of me—swift and abrupt, nearly breaking me in half. I cry out—partially due to the pain but mostly from the pleasure. Scully doesn’t catch it quick enough this time, but still covers my mouth with his bloodied paw. “We’re going to have to run quick after my knot releases. You love calling the other monsters. I bet you enjoy watching me rip through their chest to protect you.”

I can’t respond. Words wouldn’t even know how to make it off my lips. My body and mind are mush as he thrusts into me without caution, without holding back. Thank God he covered my mouth because before I know it, I’m screaming, my insides caving in on themselves. He roars, soaking in my cries as he bursts inside of me, filling me and pooling around my ass. His knot inflates and stretches my entrance wider. His attachers don’t let up, and I don’t know how it’s possible, but I’m coming again, quieter against his hand this time.

Scully falls on top of me, not entirely, or I’d be crushed, but enough to make me feel protected. Our hearts beat against each other, and I’m so thankful for it. To think, just moments before, I wondered if it would be the end of him. Now here we are—fucked silly and catching our breaths—our lips still tingling from the secret words we spoke out loud. I want to say it again, see if it sticks this time, but howls sound from the distance.

The noise knocks Scully out of his trance, and he pushes himself up, his cock popping out of me and spilling the rest of him onto the ground. He still wasn’t fully deflated and we both wince in pain. He nearly knocks the air from my lungs as he scoops me up and charges through the woods, away from the monsters.

Chapter 15: Scully

Icarried us through the woods all through the night. Marie quickly fell asleep in my arms, and I didn’t wake her until I discovered a small stream a short distance from the roughgraveled path. I wanted to keep going until we reached the light, feeling more fearful now than ever before. It took longer than I hoped as I kept getting distracted, staring down at my beautiful Marie as she slept. I’d almost lost her. My life wouldn’t be of consequence, but if I were gone while she was trapped in this place, there would be no hope for her. She’s so fragile, and a part of me thinks she’s right. I’m different from the other monsters here. I had a human mother who loved me, and although I forgot her for most of my life, she is still a part of me. Thanks to Marie, that hidden piece of myself is back. I wish I could keep it forever, but if it must leave to keep her safe forever, I’d give it up over and over again.

I pause at the river bend, listening for sounds of creatures nearby. “Marie,” I whisper when I’m sure it’s safe, but of course, it’s never safe. Her eyes flutter open, and she sits up in my arms. “Where are we?” she asks.

“We’re at a stream. I wanted to clean you off before we kept going.”

She studies me, reaching to caress my face. “Are you hurt?” she asks, and it’s not the first time. She repeated the question many times before she fell asleep. I didn’t answer it at first, too busy running while glancing over every perfect inch of her. She didn’t calm or settle into slumber until I responded and told her I was more than fine as long as she was in my arms and safe.

“Yes,” I answer. “I just can’t keep glancing down to find you covered in blood.” I know it’s not her own, that it belongs to the monster that threatened us, but I can’t help the tightening of my ribs around my heart whenever I glance at her.

“Oh, right,” she says, examining herself, but brings her eyes back to mine. “You should clean off, too. The only reason I’m covered in blood is because you are.”

I hadn’t even thought about it. Haven’t thought about myself much at all. I nod. “Let me grab you some food while you’re washing, and then I’ll wash while you eat.” I set her on the ground.

“You won’t join me?” Her expression is wounded, and I almost forget my attempts to feed her and pull her into the cool water with me, but I’m more myself now, not clouded by my animalistic urges. That’s not true. I want to fuck her more than I want to breathe. I don’t think that will ever go away, no matter how many times she screams for me, but now her safety trumps anything else. If we let ourselves get carried away, it can only mean danger, and I must get her out of these woods as soon as possible, even if I can’t go with her.