Page 50 of Eat Me Alive
“My sweet dreamer,”The voice is a cacophony of lamenting cries. The tip of the spines curl, bending low to my forehead. In his ghostly existence, he’s contrite.“I will be your eyes in the dark.”
This monster doesn’t have eyes, but I know he sees me. Staring deeply into my eyes. Something sweeps against my cheeks. It’s the snarled litter of snakes, black reptilian appendages wiping the tears off me.
There’s calm in his chaos. Warmth in this damp, isolated place when he holds me like this. I’m starstruck as he leans closer to me, the blackness swallowing my face.
A coldness touches my parted lips, leaving me parched. I can’t help myself, I sway into him until he grabs me from the ground, slamming his lips against mine. My heart races, blood zipping through my body as I welcome him in my mouth. My fingers twist around serpents, clinging on like my life depends on it.
His real voice is gut-wrenching, hurting to the bone. A cry against my lips,“Why do I taste you on my tongue?”
Then he’s back, and I know this is not kissing. This is devouring. If I don’t kiss him back, I fear he’ll rip my soul out.
Several hands slide my legs up to curl around him, slipping his wet tongue along mine. There’s a pounding in him that I feel on my chest. A heaviness wanting out between his thighs. He snarls as my back collides to the ground. The cloth I wear is torn from me as my eyes take in his magnificence.
Datu in his Terra form is comprehensible. Solid. I understand it for what it is, but as the Void? He’s fluid but tactile, easier to fathom his shape with my eyes closed.
He feels like sweat against my skin. Rain pitter-pattering over me with sporadic rhythm. He smells of petrichor, of hard-earned water, and I’m thirsty. So, so thirsty.
When he kisses me again, it’s with amorphous lips. I’m kissing nothing and everything, all at once. He’s laid on to me, into me, until my vision sharpens.
I see everything now—the withered grass, the tongue of leaves, the faces on the tree barks, the constellation, the sun on the other side of the world.
“Let me learn you.”The wind whispers into my ears.
Something sneaks into me, coiling up my legs. I think I know where he’s going, but he doesn’t stop over my pussy. He goes straight for my mouth, down my gullet, my belly. There is no equating the keen euphoria I feel. It blooms until a luster of veins covers my skin. It glows as it beats until I realize I’m not inside my body anymore. I’m looking at it from below me as thick black smoke shoves itself into me.
It’s a grotesque show, seeing my body being used like this but I’m not afraid. I feel what he feels, and it’s not just carnal lust. It’s a hunger so strong that just had its first taste. It’s an uncontrollable,irrevocable possession of my flesh. I don’t know what he sees in me. Inside and out, there’s never been note-worthy about me.
“What you deem unworthy is beauty to me, my sweet dreamer.”
He is angry as he pounds himself deeper into me. My body flails, and I feel him like I’m there. His breath crackles in my ears. His grunts move the ground. Everything is quaking faster and faster like my heart.
When he roars his release, the world is completely still. I feel warmth in my mouth, down my throat, between my legs. There’s so much of it that I feel so heavy. Heavy enough to fall through the earth.
Xiaoyu
Somebody’s guzzling down soy sauce beside me. And no, it’s not just the soy sauce, it’s the actual bottle. She’s pushing it down like it’s going out of style. She’s making odd, obscene noises that have me recoiling and backing away.
My eyes sweep all over the room, and I see white walls, white plastic furniture, a spotless canteen with uniform girls shovingDatu Putisoy sauce down their throats.
When I open my eyes from what clearly was a dream, there’s a tangy taste in my mouth. It feels weird, cottony like spiders just laid eggs on my tongue. It’s dark here so I sit up, squinting.
Fire crackles, the orange glow forming a fugue where it’s all I see. Slowly, a face comes to light. It’s Datu, but he’s not his usual self. He looks pensive. Almost regretful.
“You okay?” My voice is so raspy I had to clear it.
His gaze finds mine, and he smiles, the expression melting away. I’m oddly disturbed at how easy he can just code-switch every time I catch him like that. He stands and—without any warning—picks me up and carries me closer to the fire. He settlesus down in front of what looks like a wooden table cluttered with all kinds of fruits and meat over a banana leaf.
My stomach growls loud. It’s hard not to be embarrassed, but Datu doesn’t mind. He even makes a chuckling noise like he thinks it’s endearing. Memories of last night are starting to trickle back in. If what I felt last night was any indication of his hunger, it makes sense why he would find mine endearing. Mine is an eye of a needle while his is a crater.
He sits me upon his lap, and for some reason, I feel cherished. I lean into him, and before I know it, I’m counting calories. I feel disrespectful as I pick at the food that has just been given to me.
He makes a low, disapproving noise in his throat.
“I’m sorry, force of habit.” I smile before tearing the big piece of meat on the platter. Well, tried to.
He takes it from my hands and uses his long, sharp claws to cut my food into smaller pieces. Something inside me flutters as he begins feeding me. It elicits a weird emotion—a sort of camaraderie that cuts through my skin. My heart is out of tune as he noses the crown of my head, his other hand stroking my waist.
I’m on my third bite when I finally hear him.
