Page 13 of Scream for Me

“I’ve been here before.”

“You have?”

“I think I’ve tried to make this journey before. It’s coming back to me.”

I want to ask more, but he disappears into the entrance. I look around, noticing some rocks covered in the neon green plants. I pull them off so we can have some lighting when we’re inside.

Scully emerges, his frantic eyes finding me. He charges, scooping me back into his arms, and exhales as if he held his breath the entire time we were a part. “It’s safe.” He buries his nose in my hair and carries me inside.

Immediately, Scully lays me on the ground next to him, pulling me into his arms. I don’t push him away. I don’t question him more about the creatures that followed us or what he remembers now. I just lie with him, letting his heat warm me, his coat already dry and comfortable.

I’m so at peace, even after being chased. My orgasm is probably the root of my comfort. In fact, it was unlike one I've ever experienced before. Of course, it could be because it was from a monster strumming me in an alien, danger-infested stream, but I wasn’t frightened at all.

It hits me. That’s it. It was the first orgasm I’ve ever experienced without being scared. And damn, was it good.

Chapter 11: Scully

I’m sure I’m in a dream, even as the fog of my slumber disappears. Her heart beats against my palm. Her soft form molds into me. I don’t move, even as my cock aches to part her cheeks and enter her—whatever hole she’ll allow. I suppress my urges, instead focusing on the even cadence of her breath. I stir slightly so I can get a better look. She’s so peaceful, no creases line her face. Her hair is even more golden than when I captured her. It lies in waves around her face—soft and clean. Her skin is unblemished, free of dirt and grime. I’m thankful I took care of her. Not that she needs to be clean for me to want her nearby. Even covered in mud, she’d be beautiful, but I know she prefers it this way.

I can’t resist. I gently run my hand over her skin, unbelieving it could be as soft as I remember. Of course, it’s even more so. She stirs slightly from my contact but doesn’t make any indication of rising. She sighs contentedly and nuzzles closer to me, her ass making contact with my groin. I’m unable to stop myself from growing. I will my attachers to calm. If they came out to play, she’d be up for sure and I want to watch her like this forever—happy and safe in my arms. If the cave fell on me now, I’d die happy. That is, if she made it out alive.

As I watch her, realization washes over me and my happiness fades. I lied to her, told her there was no way to take her back home. At the time, it seemed like the only option. I couldn’t live without her, and now it’s even more so. But with every scream comes a new layer of myself. It’s not just about me or my survival. It’s not enough to keep her safe from harm. She deserves to live the life she wants, even if that life isn’t with me. What is this feeling?

Love. Of course. I remember it.

My peaceful moment is gone; instead, sorrow. There’s only one more day's journey until we reach the edge of the woods, into the light. I must tell her the truth now, and I don’t believe the pleasure I’ve brought her will be enough for her to want to continue, to give up her world for an unknown world for us both. I wouldn’t want her to do such a thing, especially for a monster like me.

My Marie yawns, arching her body against me and raising her hands overhead. It hurts, her body is so erotic that it physically pains me—pains my dick that will never know the bliss of her inner walls grasping me again. Once I tell her the truth, she’ll never allow me into her sweetness. I’d never take it from her or corner her until she can’t resist. I’m different now—a version of myself I actually remember, even if it’s been ages.

She turns to me, her eyes barely open but her smile already in full bloom. She rubs her face into my chest, inhaling. I groan, keeping my touch light on her back. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept so well, and I’m on a stone floor.”

Every time I hear her voice, it’s like a balm over the cracked layers of my heart. There’s still a selfish part of me, wanting to savor the last moments with her body against mine. I pull her close to me, sniffing her bright hair, saving the curves of her body against mine to memory. It’s useless, though. Once she’s gone, so are my memories. I’ll return to savagery, surviving off screams of terror, never truly sated. I shiver at the thought, but it's worth it. Even as she hums, happily against me, her fingers dancing in my fur, I know it’s all an illusion. She’s tricked herself into happiness because she thinks she has no other choice.

She trails kisses up my chest. “How long can we stay here?” she asks.

I’m dizzy with lust, but I focus on answering her question. “As long as you’d like. We’re only a day away from the light.” I don’t mention that we might turn back so she can be returned to her world. I’m enjoying her traveling hands too much.

She pulls back, looking up at me, drowning me in her blue eyes. “Why have you been here before? Have you visited the edge?”

I nod, grimacing at the raw memory from so long ago, new in my mind. “My mother brought me.”

She sits up, her eyes wide. “You remember your mother?”

I reach out and touch the bottom of her golden locks. “Yes, she had hair like yours.”

She pulls her knees into herself, studying me. A small, selfish part of myself hates that I’m talking, making her interested, and covering her bare body from my view. I should be using my newfound language skills to entice her to spread her legs for me, but that small part of me is easily squashed. Her interest is just as riveting to witness. “Yes. I remember her. She was human and strong like you. She gave me my name and loved me. She wanted us to leave these woods so I could have a better life. We stopped here for a few nights.”

“Was it just you and her?”

I shake my head. “I had a father. A monster like me.”

“But was he…”

“Mindless? Not with her. He loved her. She gave him his mind like you gave me mine, but I remember it didn’t always stay that way. He wasn’t always kind to her.”

“Did he hurt her?”

“Yes. Many times. I was so young, but I remember it. I lived off her screams from him. She escaped with me, hearing the rumors of the light beyond the woods. But monsters found us and took her from me.” I turn away, the memory heavy against my chest. I miss the mother I barely even knew—the mother I lost so long ago, but even more sad is what this memory means for me now. I could be like my father. This self could disappear, even with my Marie near. It’s just another confirmation that she should return to her world.