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“Yes, my human. Just like that. Scream for me.” He pushes himself inside, a small fraction of an inch. His cock is soaking wet from his own natural lubrication, but I still burn from the force. The pain doesn’t settle over me, though—the pleasure from his filaments massaging me overwhelms my senses, allowing me to stretch. Two of the little guys move off my leg and position themselves on either side of my entrance. They pull back as if making more room. Wow, these things are useful. Creepy, but useful. He pushes in further, this time more easily.

“Oh fuck, yes!” I cry. My legs are wide, wrapped around his waist. I cling to his back, my nails digging into his coarse fur.

He looks down at me, his eyes less golden and more of a burning red. “You like this, little human? You like screaming around me.” He pounds in deeper, and the tentacle on my clit quickens.

His words send me over my edge, and I’m a sputtering mess. “Yes!” I scream. I’ve never come so suddenly, so forceful, and yet it doesn’t seem to be over for me, as if a barricade holding back a lifetime’s worth of orgasms is just about to tumble.

He leans down, bringing his ear to my lips and cupping my mouth as I scream around his dick, now pushing deeper and deeper. “Good human, taking me so willingly. Do you want more?”

He pauses his thrusts right before he pounds to my deepest point. I’m desperate now. The pressure from his filaments hasn’t lessened, making my pleasure never-ending—a continuous wash of ecstasy. I need more, though. I need all of him. I don’t know how I’ve fit him so far, but pain isn’t even a concept in my mind. Only pleasure.

“More, please. More.” I cry, tears running down my cheeks.

He thrusts into me, hitting as far as my body will allow. It’s so sudden that I'm not prepared. I don’t expect the pain, don’t expect him to reach so far within me. My vision blurs. I’m losing consciousness, but my moans and yells don’t stop flowing from my lips. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs now, and I barely register as he wraps his paw over my mouth—almost my whole face. He wants my screams, but he’s muffling them.

“Too dangerous. Too loud and too sweet. Your screams are only for me.”

I don’t know if he realizes it, but he’s cutting off my airflow, not enough to kill me, but with my consciousness already tunneling, I’m fading out. He roars in my ear, erupting inside of me and spilling out from the lack of space. I almost forgot about his knot until the pressure of it builds at my entrance. His suctions don’t let go of me, even as another explosion goes off in my body. I can’t take it. I’m sure I’ll die, and as everything washes away, I’m comforted that my death was one I’d only dreamed about in my fantasies—coming into oblivion. Literally.

Chapter 9: Darkness

My monster-self returns, bright, blinding light taking hold. The need to claim, the need to breed are my only motivations. I don’t stop. Even when she quiets, even when her body slackens, tiny slaps against the floor as I slip in and out of her, not until I’ve released every last drop of my seed and my knot expands fully. I hold myself over her, catching my breath, waiting to deflate, and doing my best to still the spinning walls around me. Finally, everything settles—really settles. I don’t remember feeling so clear, so myself. With the clarity comes self-loathing. I take in the small form underneath me, my insides squeezing around my bones.

I caress her face. My Marie. At first, I think I’ve killed her, lost myself and fucked the life out of her. But as I catch the rise and fall of her chest, I sigh in pure relief. She’s just unconscious. Not that this sight thrills me either, but it’s better than dead. Anything is better than dead. I examine her to see if I've damaged my precious human. Dirt covers her skin, and even though her golden hair shines through the darkness, gorgeous and soft, I can tell it’s dirty and matted in certain places. I want to caress the tangles out, but I’m afraid the light will burn.

My seed still drips from her red and raw entrance, but it doesn’t seem like I’ve caused damage. She has minor scrapes and bruises across her delicate flesh, but the most unsettling injury is a cut slashed across her stomach. It’s already scabbing, but I can tell it was created since she’s been in my possession; the skin is still red and irritated. I kiss the wound, desperate to take away the pain I’m unsure if I inflicted.

She groans, shifting underneath me. I don’t stop kissing her, hoping that once she pushes me away, her body will be anew, free of pain. “What are you doing?” she asks, her voice groggy.

I don’t look up, just rest a horned side of my face against her abdomen. “Did I do this to you?”

“Do what?”

“This cut?” I sit up, glaring over her, steam leaving my nostrils. “Who did this to you?” I’ll kill whoever hurt my Marie, even if it was me.

She sits up on her forearms, her beautiful face scrunched. Sadly, she’s still as dirty and beaten as when I began my kisses. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, rubs her eyes, and takes in our surroundings before staring down at her stomach, running a hand over the wound. “I got it from pulling myself out of the cage.” She chuckles. “Kind of forgot it was there.”

I lean over her, cupping her jaw. “So it was me. If I hadn’t put you in that cage, you wouldn’t be hurt.” I want to throw myself off a cliff.

She squints, a humorless smirk at the corner of her rosy lips. “Um, yeah. Also, if you didn’t kidnap me at all, I’d be cozy in my bed, vegging out to reality TV shows.”

I don’t understand half of what she says, but I comprehend the first part. I took her from her safe world and thrust her into my dangerous realm. “I don’t remember,” I mutter, my gaze downcast.

“Don’t remember what?”

“Anything.” But it’s not true. Nuggets of the past rise to the surface, a warm memory coming first. “Scully,” I say through a whisper.

“What?”

“That’s my name. I remember now. Scully.”

She sits up fully, crossing her legs and studying me curiously. “Scully? Hmm.”

I try to dust off the faded picture in my mind. “Yes, someone who cared for me gave it to me a long time ago.” I can’t make the person out, but it was someone soft and sweet, perhaps someone like my Marie.

Something flashes across her face that I don’t register. She shakes her head slightly. “Well, now that your memories are returning, do you remember what just happened?” Her eyebrow arches.

I pull her close to me, even as she keeps her arms crossed over her chest. “Yes, it was the most wonderful moment I’ve ever experienced.”