Page 8 of Scream for Me

She scoffs. “You kind of didn’t give me a choice and made me pass out.”

My heart stops. “You didn’t want me, but you clung to me, begged for more?”

Her cheeks bloom a dark red, and she turns away from my stare. “Maybe, I didn’t hate it.”

I kiss her rosy cheek, working down her neck. “I can give you more.” I gently push her to the ground, and she yelps. I crawl over her, kissing her stomach until I’m at her cunt. “I’ll lick my seed out of you. I’ll make you feel so good you’ll heal from all your pain.”

Her body shivers, and she breathes heavily, but instead of spreading her legs and welcoming my cock, she pushes my horns away. She exhales, shaking her head. “No. We can’t do that right now. I need water, food, and clothes.”

I’m embarrassed, a feeling I don’t remember. “Of course. I’ll bring you back everything you need. You stay here. It’s too dangerous out there.” I don’t give her time to respond, crawling up the walls and out of the hole to quickly find my Marie’s necessities.

I didn’t want to travel all the way back to my cave. Luckily, I’m able to find a fruit tree nearby. For some unknown reason, I know the meat inside the hard shell is edible for humans. A stream bubbles nearby, and I fill a broken fruit shell with the warm water. I must climb a tall tree to retrieve a few of its long, flat leaves. Perhaps Marie can use these to cover herself instead of the large piece of fabric she hides behind. I don’t know why she insists on staying hidden, but it doesn’t come as too much of a shock to me. I remember humans do not like to live bare.

I race back to the hole, hating to leave Marie for even a morsel of time. It’s like my blood rots when she’s not around. Not only that, but the creatures in these woods are dangerous. They are like me before my Marie screamed for me. They would do anything to have her to themselves.

My heart doesn’t settle until I’ve dropped back down and scooped Marie in my arms, running my hand over her back. My paw grazes her hair, and I wince at first—anticipating pain—but it’s different now. It doesn’t sting as harshly but almost soothes. I want to rub my face in it. “My Marie,” I whisper. I return to myself even more with her breath against my neck. She pushes me back, and I can’t deny the hurt.

“You’re giving me whiplash.”

“Whiplash?”

She settles on the floor, the horrid brown fabric over her perfect body, crossing her legs in front of her. “Yeah. One second, you’re growling at me, jerking off, and unable to utter more than one word. The next, you’re crying over my cut and whispering my name. You’re like a little kitten now.”

“What is a kitten?” I can only hope it’s something with a big cock.

She sighs. “It’s a tiny, cute animal back in my world.”

“I am not tiny.”

Her eyes trail down my body, her pupils growing. “Nope, you’re definitely not.”

Her stare rattles my bones. I enjoy her attention, but she must eat and drink to regain her strength. With her hot gaze on me, the urge to throw her to the ground again is overwhelming. I shrug, ready to build words around our tension. “Well, which version of me would you prefer?” I would do anything for her, even pretend to still be the monster that her cunt cried for moments ago.

Her gemstone eyes grow wide. She doesn’t answer, just shakes her beautiful head. “Did you bring me back something?” She must feel the same about the direction of our conversation.

“Yes.” I grab the shells from behind me, offering them to her. She accepts them warily, sniffing each before placing them in front of her. “These smell funny. What is it?”

“It’s fruit and water from the stream. I don’t know how, but I know you can eat and drink them.”

“Do you eat and drink this?”

I shake my head. “No. I survive on screams.”

“Ah, yes. That’s right.” She gives a forced laugh and takes a small sip of the water. “Eh, it’s warm.” Her scrunched lips reach her nose.

“You don’t like it. I can try to get more from a different section.” I stand up, ready to make the trip again, but she stops me. “No, no. It’s fine.” She downs the entire contents of the shell before moving onto the broken half of the fruit with the green meat inside. She smells it and winces before digging a piece out and bringing it to her lips to eat. “Ugh. That’s so gross.”

“I can get you something else. I can snap the neck of a howler and feed you its eyeballs. Would you prefer that?”

“No! Don’t do that. That’s so much worse. Are you sure I can eat this, though?”

I shrug.

“I guess I don’t have much of a choice. She winces as she peels off more of the meat inside the fruit shell, gagging after every few bites, but eventually eating all of it. She lies on the ground once she’s finished. “I can’t eat that for the rest of my life.”

I crawl to her, holding myself up over her so I can look into her eyes. “We can find you something else.”

Her face is expressionless. “Scully, I need to go back home.”