Page 5 of Scream for Me

I might not know much, but I do know this. “My body always heals on its own. I just need some more time.”

She yanks away from my grasp. I don’t have the energy to fight her, but even free from my hold, she doesn’t move, her legs still straddling my upper thighs, my hidden cock so close to her cunt. Sadly, I’m too weak to grow hard. She crosses her arms. “Why can you talk now?”

Her question puzzles me, and I lean forward out of my slump to ponder it. “I don’t know. I think it’s your scream. Every time you scream, I regain a part of myself. I gain clarity.”

“Why?” She inches closer, her hands on my thigh as she studies me.

My pain vanishes. “I feast on human screams. That’s why I capture them. Your screams are different, though.” I’m not too weak after all. My cock hardens as her bare cunt grazes against my opening. She shudders, pulling back, but I grab her wrists as I grow, letting my member pierce between her lips. Her eyelashes flutter as her lids melt together, but as my attachers stir and seek out her heat, her eyes pop open and she stiffens. “Stop.”

I’ve heard the word a million times through screams, through tears, through cries. It has never meant anything to me, but now it’s different. I don’t want to follow her command, but it causes me to pause, and my members halt their search. I won’t take from her what’s not freely given. A hollow ache in my chest refuses my instincts to claim her.

She shakes away a glossiness in her eyes. “I need to know more. What’s your name?”

“Name?”

She sighs. “My name is Marie. That’s what people call me. What do people call you?”

Marie. The word covers me like a warm embrace. I want to roll it on my tongue, but she watches me, waiting for an answer. I shake my head. “No one calls me anything.” It’s the truth, but somehow it feels like a lie, like there used to be a word assigned to me, but I can’t remember it.

“Okay, well, where am I?”

The question puzzles me. “You’re here.”

“Where is here?”

“A hole.”

She groans, pushing herself away from me. I growl, low in my throat, but it doesn’t stop her. “You took me from my home and brought me to yours. Where is your home located?”

I shrug. “I find my prey through the portal and bring them back to my realm.”

“What is your realm? Is it only filled with creatures like you and those beasts that chased us?”

“Yes. There are no humans here. We bring them back through portals so we can feast on their screams. It’s how we survive.”

She shakes her head as if everything I say is ridiculous. It aggravates me and makes my cock hard at the same time—a confusing mix.

She’s still on my lap but straightens, crossing her arms. “Okay. Well, I need you to take me back.”

“No.”

“Haven’t you gotten your fill of my screams? What happens to the rest of your prey that you’ve captured?”

I don’t answer, and I can tell she comes to the conclusion on her own. She arches away from me, her eyes grow wide, and the intoxicating smell she always radiates intensifies. I sniff the air, my filaments moving wildly and my mind losing focus. Surprisingly, I gather words instead of driving inside of her. “You can’t go back home.”

She nods with a large gulp. “Are you going to kill me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because your screams. They’re different.”

“What if I don’t scream for you anymore? You don’t scare me.” She’s lying, but I ignore it.

I shake my head, smirking. “Not screams of fear. The screams you make when you're clenching around air and wishing it were my cock.”

She gasps, her eyes wide. “I will never scream like that for you again.”