Page 6 of Scream for Me

I reach forward, pushing my hand between her legs, the moisture seeping between my fur. “Are you sure about that?”

Her breath loses its pattern, and she rubs against me; she doesn’t move toward me, so I pick myself up, moving toward her. It’s a bad idea; the blood rushing to my cock can’t mask my pain. I pull back, groaning.

She leans forward, grabbing my shoulder. “Let me see.” Her words hold concern. She’s switched from anger to arousal to worry in a matter of mere moments. It makes my head spin. I may have my authentic self back, but it’s not enough to understand her.

I close my eyes as she climbs off me and examines my back. “It doesn’t look like it’s healing. You need to take it easy.”

“Why do you care?” I say through the pain. I can’t help that her concern lifts a heavy stone in my gut, but I’ve never had anyone care about my well-being before. Perhaps that’s not true—a shiny memory glints in the back of my mind. She obviously wants me inside of her, filling her with my seed, but I don’t need to be without pain to do that. She seems troubled by my discomfort and it rattles me.

“There are monsters everywhere in this place. If I have any chance of surviving, I at least need to be around the one who hasn’t killed me yet.”

“I promise. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” She’s my prize, and with every passing second in her presence, a tenderness grows.

She scoffs. “Yeah, so only you get to hurt me.”

I turn to her. “I will keep you safe, but you must stay here with me. I can’t take you back. If there were a way I could, I would.”

She’s frozen, watching me with water-colored eyes. Finally, she speaks. “Why not?”

“It’s impossible. You can’t go back through the portal, or you’ll die.” It’s a lie. I don’t know why I come up with the string of words. I’ve never tried to take a human back to their realm. I use them until they're void of breath, but I need her to stay. I need her to scream for me. For the first time in my life, I’m not starved. Maybe I could force the screams out of her, run my tongue through her seam, even if she resists. It would work, but for how long? If she accepts me as her only form of refuge—grows comfortable with the idea—she’ll scream without me having to use her up until I’m left with nothing but an empty shell.

Tears cloud the sparkle in her eyes. Humans have cried in front of me more than they have not. Usually, it does not affect me, but this time is different. The sight pains me, almost more than the wounds on my back, but not as much, because the pain increases and my vision tunnels—my body demands to rest so I can heal. I settle to the ground as she turns away from me, whimpering. The world grows dark again, and I watch as my one real source of light fades out, her chest heaving with her cries.

Chapter 8: Marie

Iwatch him sleep, his large chest rising and falling in even patterns. It’s the only thing I can do because my whirling mind won’t allow me a moment of slumber. I eat half of the protein bar in my pocket, thankful that I managed to keep them after the attack—and the pussy eating. My PJs are gone. My shorts were ripped from my body, and I tore up my cami to stop the monster’s bleeding, but I’ve still got a dead guy's coat—gotta take the little wins. Thank God I downed the water before I left the cave. I’m okay for now, but I’ll need more soon.

So much has changed in such a short amount of time. It seems like only yesterday that I moved into my shitty little apartment, but at the same time, it feels like a lifetime ago. I went from hating the monster who captured me to tending to his wounds in a matter of hours. Not to mention screaming as he licked my cunt and then almost riding his dick on my own accord. This must be Stockholm syndrome, and at this point, I welcome it. If what he says is true and that he can’t return me to my world, what’s the point in fighting him and my urges? He might be my only form of safety.

I can’t completely give up hope yet, though. There must be a way back home, or at least somewhere else that is better than where we are. I can’t live in darkness, surrounded by terrifying monsters. Sure, my life wasn’t fantastic back home, but at least it was mine. For the first time in my life, I had my own home and was carving my destiny. Now I’m a prisoner in a literal hellhole, fighting my disgusting urges to fuck the monster who brought me here. Maybe he’s regaining consciousness because of my screams, or maybe he’s full of shit. His home was littered with human remains after all. I’m not going to believe I’m special, or I’m the one to change him so easily. I’ve seen enough love bombing from narcissistic pieces of shit to have that pulled over on me. One thing is for sure: I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him, which says a lot since he’s fucking massive. Perhaps he can keep me safe, but he won’t needle his way into my bleeding heart, Stockholm be damned.

The monster without a name stirs, softly at first, but then thrashes. He sits up, his golden eyes wild and his hands pounding the walls next to him. “My Marie. My Marie!” he screams, his eyes not focusing on me. I crawl on top of him, making soothing noises. “I’m right here. Calm down.”

He registers me, and his giant hands clasp around my waist, pulling me close. He sniffs my neck, a low hum at the back of his throat. “My Marie. My Marie.” He whispers now like a prayer. I feel his heart rate slowly return to an even tempo against my chest, but then it speeds up again as something nudges against my thigh. Jesus Christ, this guy always wants to bone. So do I, but he can’t know that. I won’t let him win, even if I must keep him alive for my survival.

I push him back. “Wait, let me check your wounds.”

He growls and snaps me back against his chest, licking at the tender flesh of my neck. “Marie,” he says with a hum. It’s odd—I can tell he’s lost some of his reasoning—lost some of the strange clarity that illuminated his eyes before he fell asleep. He’s more of a monster now, unable to form sentences or stop his desires.

He pushes me to the ground and looms over me, his tail pounding against the ground, making tiny rocks fall from above. He sniffs down my neck and shoves his snout down the front of my coat until he nestles between my breasts. “Smell so good.”

Great. He smells my fucking arousal again. Now I’m not even able to mask it with the thin barrier of my sleep shorts since he ripped those off and left them in the woods. I’m completely bare under the oversized coat, and as he pulls at the top buttons, trying to gain access to me, I panic. If he rips the buttons off, I’ll be buck naked with nothing else to wear. “Wait, let me do it.” I squeeze my arms in between us, undoing the clasps before he snaps them off. When my breasts pop free, he gives a contented sigh, sniffing them before lapping at my already pebbled nipple.

I may have given him access, and sure the nipple licking feels nice, but it doesn’t mean I want him to fuck me right now. Well, that’s not entirely true, but I still try to push him away. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

He growls, biting my nipple. I scream, immediately thankful he didn’t bite it off with his fangs. At least he’s conscious enough to control his pressure. Unfortunately, the sharp pain against my sensitive skin is so fucking good, and my legs slip against each other from underneath him. “Okay, big guy. Maybe we should do this later.” My mouth's a fucking traitor to my body, but she’s one determined bitch. I don’t know what I’m trying to prove and to whom, because obviously, I’m not fooling anyone here.

“Mine.” It’s barely a word as his giant, slick cock pokes against my cunt. I’ve seen the thing, still huge in his monstrous hand. Sure, I’ve dreamed about him stretching me around him, but I don’t think it’s physically possible. In fact, I’m sure he’ll rip me in two.

“Let me in?” His tone poses the words as a question, but I don’t believe he’d stop if I asked. I test my theory. “No,” I whisper.

He pulls back slightly, glaring and grimacing as if in pain. Will he punish me for my refusal? It terrifies me, and of course, that fear mixes into a strange concoction of desire. I’m weak. Whether I’m truly afraid of the repercussions or I’m too fucking horny. I give in before he can even roll off me or take me anyway—whatever was about to happen next. “Okay, fine. Fuck me.” Maybe my terror-induced arousal is a defense mechanism because as my heart quickens and panic rises in my throat, my cunt melts even more, providing more liquid and elasticity for him to make his way inside of me. I doubt my body's wet gifts will do much, though. He’s about to obliterate me.

I catch his stare, shining in the darkness of the cave. He studies me now, and I don’t know how, but I can tell a part of him has returned. That could be because he hasn’t forced his way inside me yet, proving he’s not completely deranged, but it’s something else, a humanity settling over his fierce features.

I almost welcome him, spread my legs, beg him to do as he desires, but then I feel them—suctioning my legs and crawling upwards. I scream, attempting to kick him away, but his legs hold me down. He leans over, whispering into my ear. “Let me make you scream.”

I know what he means. He doesn’t want me to scream in fear, but desire. I told him I’d never do that again, but as his stretchy filaments nestle into place—some of them attach to my legs, some to my stomach, one covers my asshole, and another takes hold of my clit—I do as he asks. I cry out, the suction pulsing against me in a gentle but even rhythm. “Holy fuck!” His tentacles hold me in place, some suctioning so hard that I’m sure they’ll leave marks, but the ones on my sensitive areas—it’s like they’re purposely wringing the pleasure out of me. Perhaps they’re more helpful in keeping me in place besides only restraining me. I wouldn’t move away from this monster even if he took a chunk out of my arm—it’s too fucking good.