Chapter 8 Marie
Iwatch him sleep, his large chest rising and falling in even patterns.
It’s the only thing I can do because my whirling mind won’t allow me a moment of slumber.
I eat half of the protein bar in my pocket, thankful that I managed to keep them after the attack—and the pussy eating.
My PJs are gone. My shorts were ripped from my body, and I tore up my cami to stop the monster’s bleeding, but I’ve still got a dead guy's coat—gotta take the little wins. Thank God I downed the water before I left the cave. I’m okay for now, but I’ll need more soon.
So much has changed in such a short amount of time.
It seems like only yesterday that I moved into my shitty little apartment, but at the same time, it feels like a lifetime ago.
I went from hating the monster who captured me to tending to his wounds in a matter of hours.
Not to mention screaming as he licked my cunt and then almost riding his dick on my own accord.
This must be Stockholm syndrome, and at this point, I welcome it.
If what he says is true and that he can’t return me to my world, what’s the point in fighting him and my urges? He might be my only form of safety.
I can’t completely give up hope yet, though.
There must be a way back home, or at least somewhere else that is better than where we are.
I can’t live in darkness, surrounded by terrifying monsters.
Sure, my life wasn’t fantastic back home, but at least it was mine.
For the first time in my life, I had my own home and was carving my destiny.
Now I’m a prisoner in a literal hellhole, fighting my disgusting urges to fuck the monster who brought me here.
Maybe he’s regaining consciousness because of my screams, or maybe he’s full of shit.
His home was littered with human remains after all.
I’m not going to believe I’m special, or I’m the one to change him so easily.
I’ve seen enough love bombing from narcissistic pieces of shit to have that pulled over on me.
One thing is for sure: I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him, which says a lot since he’s fucking massive.
Perhaps he can keep me safe, but he won’t needle his way into my bleeding heart, Stockholm be damned.
The monster without a name stirs, softly at first, but then thrashes. He sits up, his golden eyes wild and his hands pounding the walls next to him. “My Marie. My Marie!” he screams, his eyes not focusing on me. I crawl on top of him, making soothing noises. “I’m right here. Calm down.”
He registers me, and his giant hands clasp around my waist, pulling me close.
He sniffs my neck, a low hum at the back of his throat.
“My Marie. My Marie.” He whispers now like a prayer.
I feel his heart rate slowly return to an even tempo against my chest, but then it speeds up again as something nudges against my thigh.
Jesus Christ, this guy always wants to bone.
So do I, but he can’t know that. I won’t let him win, even if I must keep him alive for my survival.
I push him back. “Wait, let me check your wounds.”
He growls and snaps me back against his chest, licking at the tender flesh of my neck.
“Marie,” he says with a hum. It’s odd—I can tell he’s lost some of his reasoning—lost some of the strange clarity that illuminated his eyes before he fell asleep.
He’s more of a monster now, unable to form sentences or stop his desires.
He pushes me to the ground and looms over me, his tail pounding against the ground, making tiny rocks fall from above. He sniffs down my neck and shoves his snout down the front of my coat until he nestles between my breasts. “Smell so good.”
Great. He smells my fucking arousal again.
Now I’m not even able to mask it with the thin barrier of my sleep shorts since he ripped those off and left them in the woods.
I’m completely bare under the oversized coat, and as he pulls at the top buttons, trying to gain access to me, I panic.
If he rips the buttons off, I’ll be buck naked with nothing else to wear.
“Wait, let me do it.” I squeeze my arms in between us, undoing the clasps before he snaps them off.
When my breasts pop free, he gives a contented sigh, sniffing them before lapping at my already pebbled nipple.
I may have given him access, and sure the nipple licking feels nice, but it doesn’t mean I want him to fuck me right now. Well, that’s not entirely true, but I still try to push him away. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
He growls, biting my nipple. I scream, immediately thankful he didn’t bite it off with his fangs.
At least he’s conscious enough to control his pressure.
Unfortunately, the sharp pain against my sensitive skin is so fucking good, and my legs slip against each other from underneath him.
“Okay, big guy. Maybe we should do this later.” My mouth's a fucking traitor to my body, but she’s one determined bitch.
I don’t know what I’m trying to prove and to whom, because obviously, I’m not fooling anyone here.
“Mine.” It’s barely a word as his giant, slick cock pokes against my cunt. I’ve seen the thing, still huge in his monstrous hand. Sure, I’ve dreamed about him stretching me around him, but I don’t think it’s physically possible. In fact, I’m sure he’ll rip me in two.
“Let me in?” His tone poses the words as a question, but I don’t believe he’d stop if I asked. I test my theory. “No,” I whisper.
He pulls back slightly, glaring and grimacing as if in pain.
Will he punish me for my refusal? It terrifies me, and of course, that fear mixes into a strange concoction of desire.
I’m weak. Whether I’m truly afraid of the repercussions or I’m too fucking horny.
I give in before he can even roll off me or take me anyway—whatever was about to happen next.
“Okay, fine. Fuck me.” Maybe my terror-induced arousal is a defense mechanism because as my heart quickens and panic rises in my throat, my cunt melts even more, providing more liquid and elasticity for him to make his way inside of me.
I doubt my body's wet gifts will do much, though. He’s about to obliterate me.
I catch his stare, shining in the darkness of the cave.
He studies me now, and I don’t know how, but I can tell a part of him has returned.
That could be because he hasn’t forced his way inside me yet, proving he’s not completely deranged, but it’s something else, a humanity settling over his fierce features.
I almost welcome him, spread my legs, beg him to do as he desires, but then I feel them—suctioning my legs and crawling upwards. I scream, attempting to kick him away, but his legs hold me down. He leans over, whispering into my ear. “Let me make you scream.”
I know what he means. He doesn’t want me to scream in fear, but desire.
I told him I’d never do that again, but as his stretchy filaments nestle into place—some of them attach to my legs, some to my stomach, one covers my asshole, and another takes hold of my clit—I do as he asks.
I cry out, the suction pulsing against me in a gentle but even rhythm.
“Holy fuck!” His tentacles hold me in place, some suctioning so hard that I’m sure they’ll leave marks, but the ones on my sensitive areas—it’s like they’re purposely wringing the pleasure out of me.
Perhaps they’re more helpful in keeping me in place besides only restraining me.
I wouldn’t move away from this monster even if he took a chunk out of my arm—it’s too fucking good.
“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.