Scream for Me

Chapter 10 Marie #2

“My Marie, are you okay?” I stare up at him, shocked by the overpowering concern in his glowing eyes. My hands are against his chest, and my fear of falling in and now being pulled out so abruptly can’t be ignored. But I’m not afraid of him anymore.

His intense stare takes me in. He looks as if he would destroy the world to keep me safe, an expression I’ve only ever seen in movies, never in real life.

I don’t want the moment to end. I’ve always only wanted to care for myself—independence—but now a hollow and empty part of me pangs.

Perhaps I want to be protected, to be wanted so desperately that someone would rip a part of the world to get to me, rip apart another monster with his bare hands.

Of course, I can rationalize that my scattered psyche as a parentless child growing up in a cold and unloving world could easily make his obsession look like something to be desired instead of feared.

Still, maybe I can enjoy it for a moment.

I have nothing better to do, and plus, it looks like I’m staying in this realm, whether I like it or not.

My lips nearly collide with his, without questioning how kissing would work around his fangs, but then he’s the one to ruin the moment. “Are you okay?” he asks again.

I startle, pulling back, remembering myself. “Yeah. I just fell in. Is it safe for me to be in here?”

“The only place in this world safe for you is hidden in my cave, especially when you scream, but the water won’t hurt you.” His ears twitch. “And I don’t hear any creatures nearby, so I think your scream went unnoticed.”

I nod, swallowing and looking away from his piercing eyes. “Okay, good.”

“Can I help you bathe?”

“What?”

“Your hair is very tangled. I can release some of the knots with my claws.”

I don’t want to argue. I don’t think I could find the words with my confusing thoughts, so instead I nod. “Okay.”

He sets me back down in the water, ripples lapping above my stomach.

The cool stream flows calmly, sending my relaxed arms ahead of me.

I straighten my legs and fall to my back, floating atop the surface as the water cascades around me.

My large coat is entirely drenched, and I need to take it off to get completely clean.

I didn’t mean to fall into the water, but I don’t mind that my only piece of clothing came in with me.

It belongs to a dead man after all. It could probably use a little cleaning as well.

I sit up, stripping the heavy fabric off my body.

I don’t have to turn to Scully to know he’s staring at me.

Thank God I’m still wearing my leafy wrap-bra and underwear so I don’t feel even more vulnerable than I already do.

I catch him at the corner of my eye, seated but nearly all of him above the water.

He waits patiently, monstrous hands clasped in his lap.

It makes me uneasy that he's so calm, so un-monster-like. At least when he was without consciousness, I knew what to expect; now I don’t know what side of him I’ll get.

I wonder if the uncertainty is the cause of my pebbled nipples or if it’s the cool water. But of course, I know the answer.

I give the fabric a little rub before wringing it out and laying it over a large stone near the edge.

We probably won’t stay here for long, so it won’t fully dry, but I’m taking it with me, sopping wet or not.

Maybe my attempts to dry it won’t do much, but it’s the least I can do.

My gaze snags Scully’s as I turn back to the water, taking my seat in the middle of the stream.

I hate this godforsaken, spooky-ass forest, but right now, it isn’t so bad.

Something hoots in the distance, almost like an owl, but with a metallic undertone.

The glowing green moss provides a comfortable pocket of illumination.

The fireflies, or burners, dance around us, their light reflecting off the water’s surface and making it sparkle.

They match Scully’s eyes. I wonder if he realizes that.

I lay back again. He’ll run his claws through my hair soon, but I need to wash it off the best I can first. You’d think I’d have to explain this fact to him, but he remains still, patient as ever.

I nearly scream again as the current increases and my leaf undergarments rip off my body.

I cover my mouth, sitting up to hide my nakedness.

It’s a stupid thing to do. He's seen more of me than my primary care physician, but it’s instinct, and once I catch his zeroed-in stare, and his mushroom-like cockhead bobbing out of the water, I’m even more embarrassed—and even more turned on.

We’re at a standstill, staring at each other, neither of us letting out a breath, but finally, he parts his lips. “Can I brush your hair now?”

I want to say no, because it’s clear his intentions to untangle my locks aren’t purely innocent, but God, do I want to say yes more than anything.

So I do.

He cracks the stillness like a twig as he wades forward. I turn around, presenting my backside, thankful—or am I—that the water covers my lower half. His breath heats my shoulder as he leans down to whisper in my ear. “Is this okay?” What is he, the consent king now?

I nod, taking in a hard gulp. He starts at the bottom of my hair, holding a strand with one hand and untangling it with the other so it doesn’t pull.

He’s not pressed against me, something that initially disappoints me, but it's for the best. I do actually need my hair brushed if I want to not have to cut out impossible knots later on. It takes a while for him to get through the matting at the ends, hurting slightly, but nothing unbearable. Once his claws meet the base of my scalp, I moan, leaning back into him. Something bumps against my rear, and I squirm, thinking it’s a fish.

“Sorry,” he says, as if pained, pulling back slightly.

“Oh, no. It’s okay.” I lean back into him, even as his dick, fully erect, presses against me.

He groans softly as he continues to run his claws against my scalp.

His filaments reach out for me, not as strong in the current, but a few attach to my ass, searching for my sensitive bits.

I’m so relaxed that I can’t even be scared of those guys anymore.

Besides, I think my body has clued in my brain that even though they're unusual, their otherworldly ability to deliver pleasure overtakes any aversion. I keep lowering, not even realizing that I’m falling back into him.

Scully doesn’t halt massaging, working on the top of my head as I lie against his muscular chest.

He’s not untangling anymore, just scratching my head, slow and sensual.

My chest heaves. I have no shame in my hardened nipple, painfully aching out of the water.

I feel his gaze on me, my chest, my bare cunt, my parted lips as I labor against the thick air.

His claws move lower, down the side of my face, scratching behind my ears, cupping my jaw, running down my neck.

I arch my back, pushing myself more onto his lap. His dick is at the middle of my back, most of his filaments suctioning and pulling me closer. I’m so aroused. I’ve never felt this way before. Calmness and yearning tangle together, kindling my nerves into flames.

His claws remain at my neck, not moving lower than my collarbone.

I don’t want to beg. I push my breasts out of the water, wanting him to obey my silent demand, but he doesn’t move lower, clearly wanting me to ask for it.

Every part of me fights my mouth, not wanting to give in.

It won’t be the first time I beg for more, but this time feels different.

He’s not demanding anything, just offering comfort.

If I ask him to touch me, there will be no turning back.

The thin veil of my fight will rip to threads.

I can’t take it anymore. “Please,” I whisper, not opening my eyes.

His words come out torturously slow. “Please what?”

He knows damn well what, but I’m too desperate now to play coy.

“Touch me,” my breathy voice making the words barely audible.

I finally open my eyes, catching him staring down at me—ravenous, awestruck.

His eyes flick down my chest as his claws graze lower.

He travels through the valley of my chest, taking a detour at the ridge of my mound. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

“Everywhere,” I say around a moan.

He moves up my breast, circling my nipple. It’s so light yet so intense. “Here?”

“Yes. More.”

Who knew my few words could be so useful? His other hand travels down my abdomen. I’m wound tight, panting like he’s touching much more than he is. After an eternity, he reaches the peak of my cunt, twirling his claw in my curls.

“Please. Touch me. Please.” I watch him as his eyes absorb my body, licking his lips. He grinds against me, and his suctions tighten on my back. I’m sure they’ll leave marks.

“So needy.” His finger travels lower. From my position, lounging against him, head propped up on his chest, I can see as his fingers tease at my seams. His claws detract, leaving padded, paw-like fingers touching my skin.

My pussy floats atop the surface, glistening from my arousal.

He plays in it, teasing me still. I buck into his hand, needing more.

“Use your words,” he says with a growl. “I love it when you beg.”

“Touch inside of me. Make me come.” I cry, completely lost.

He does as I ask, parting me, stroking up my velvety skin, still so soft it’s cruel. “Do you like this?” he asks, barely touching my clit, but sending my nerves ablaze.

“Yes!” I cry, choking on the word.

“It will be so much better with my attachers, pulling you closer to me.” So that’s what he calls those little guys—attachers. Makes sense.

He presses harder, and I cry out. His other hand, previously on my breast, covers my mouth.

“Shhh, little human. The monsters will hear you. They’ll want to feast on you.

Watch as I play with you. Take a turn. But you’re all mine.

Only I will make you whimper and scream.

” His hands are so large that he’s able to tease two of his fingers at my entrance while still caressing my clit.

I press down on his hand, wanting more, craving release.

His hand falls away from my mouth and returns to my breast, pinching my nipple as he fucks me with his hand and massages my hardened bundle of nerves.

I can’t suppress the scream. The world falls away.

I’m no longer in a forest surrounded by monsters.

I cry out as my mind washes blank and my orgasm hits me.

He groans along with me, rutting into me until his warm cum jets against my back. “Scream for me, just like that.”

He wrings me out, my body raw and my vocal cords strained.

It’s not until I’m completely sated, my consciousness returning, and my heartbeat slowing that I realize what I’ve done.

Scully tenses, presumably coming to the same conclusion.

He tenses, his attachers release me, and he sits up, cradling me against him.

Something splashes down the stream, followed by a clicking.

He jumps out of the water, carrying me with him.

I nearly scream, but I catch it in my throat.

Something jumps out of the water just as we exit.

This time, Scully covers my mouth, anticipating my fear.

A slimy yellow slug-looking creature snaps its jaw at me, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

Its beady eyes are hooded below a jutting forehead, making it look like it’s grimacing at me, almost like a bitchy giant worm.

Scully backs away as more of it trails out of the water.

“I thought you said the water was safe?” I inquire, not taking my eyes off the massive creature. It moves incredibly slow, and I hope it’s not a stalking technique before it pounces.

“It was. I couldn’t sense the rozzers when we entered.”

I want to argue that if he told me that these “rozzers” were a possible inhabitant of the stream, I’d have taken a quicker dip and not have waded in the water as he took his time with me, but I don’t have the chance.

A low gurgle comes from deep within the dense woods next to us.

I have a feeling my scream alerted a whole bunch of different creatures, much like last time.

Scully must have the same idea. He scoops me in his arms and takes off in the way we came, holding me close with one hand, and pushing away tree limbs with the other.

I hide in his chest fur, not wanting to look, especially as footsteps and growls follow after us, sporadically growing closer.

After what feels like forever, my entire body and hair nearly dry, Scully slows, his breath barely labored. I pop up. We’re in a small clearing. Trees, looking more like Earth trees than the others I’ve seen, cage us in. A rock formation sits in the middle.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“A cave. It should be safer here but let me check.” He drops me to the ground. The gravel grazes my ass, reminding me I’m naked. Shit. I forgot my coat, but it hardly seems like the time to ask to go back.

Scully nears the entrance of the cave. His nose and eyes twitch as he searches around and pokes his head into the darkness.

“How did you know this was here?”

“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.