Chapter 11 Scully
I’m sure I’m in a dream, even as the fog of my slumber disappears.
Her heart beats against my palm. Her soft form molds into me.
I don’t move, even as my cock aches to part her cheeks and enter her—whatever hole she’ll allow.
I suppress my urges, instead focusing on the even cadence of her breath.
I stir slightly so I can get a better look.
She’s so peaceful, no creases line her face.
Her hair is even more golden than when I captured her.
It lies in waves around her face—soft and clean.
Her skin is unblemished, free of dirt and grime.
I’m thankful I took care of her. Not that she needs to be clean for me to want her nearby.
Even covered in mud, she’d be beautiful, but I know she prefers it this way.
I can’t resist. I gently run my hand over her skin, unbelieving it could be as soft as I remember.
Of course, it’s even more so. She stirs slightly from my contact but doesn’t make any indication of rising.
She sighs contentedly and nuzzles closer to me, her ass making contact with my groin.
I’m unable to stop myself from growing. I will my attachers to calm.
If they came out to play, she’d be up for sure and I want to watch her like this forever—happy and safe in my arms. If the cave fell on me now, I’d die happy. That is, if she made it out alive.
As I watch her, realization washes over me and my happiness fades.
I lied to her, told her there was no way to take her back home.
At the time, it seemed like the only option.
I couldn’t live without her, and now it’s even more so.
But with every scream comes a new layer of myself.
It’s not just about me or my survival. It’s not enough to keep her safe from harm.
She deserves to live the life she wants, even if that life isn’t with me. What is this feeling?
Love. Of course. I remember it.
My peaceful moment is gone; instead, sorrow.
There’s only one more day's journey until we reach the edge of the woods, into the light. I must tell her the truth now, and I don’t believe the pleasure I’ve brought her will be enough for her to want to continue, to give up her world for an unknown world for us both.
I wouldn’t want her to do such a thing, especially for a monster like me.
My Marie yawns, arching her body against me and raising her hands overhead.
It hurts, her body is so erotic that it physically pains me—pains my dick that will never know the bliss of her inner walls grasping me again.
Once I tell her the truth, she’ll never allow me into her sweetness.
I’d never take it from her or corner her until she can’t resist. I’m different now—a version of myself I actually remember, even if it’s been ages.
She turns to me, her eyes barely open but her smile already in full bloom. She rubs her face into my chest, inhaling. I groan, keeping my touch light on her back. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept so well, and I’m on a stone floor.”
Every time I hear her voice, it’s like a balm over the cracked layers of my heart.
There’s still a selfish part of me, wanting to savor the last moments with her body against mine.
I pull her close to me, sniffing her bright hair, saving the curves of her body against mine to memory.
It’s useless, though. Once she’s gone, so are my memories.
I’ll return to savagery, surviving off screams of terror, never truly sated.
I shiver at the thought, but it's worth it. Even as she hums, happily against me, her fingers dancing in my fur, I know it’s all an illusion.
She’s tricked herself into happiness because she thinks she has no other choice.
She trails kisses up my chest. “How long can we stay here?” she asks.
I’m dizzy with lust, but I focus on answering her question. “As long as you’d like. We’re only a day away from the light.” I don’t mention that we might turn back so she can be returned to her world. I’m enjoying her traveling hands too much.
She pulls back, looking up at me, drowning me in her blue eyes. “Why have you been here before? Have you visited the edge?”
I nod, grimacing at the raw memory from so long ago, new in my mind. “My mother brought me.”
She sits up, her eyes wide. “You remember your mother?”
I reach out and touch the bottom of her golden locks. “Yes, she had hair like yours.”
She pulls her knees into herself, studying me.
A small, selfish part of myself hates that I’m talking, making her interested, and covering her bare body from my view.
I should be using my newfound language skills to entice her to spread her legs for me, but that small part of me is easily squashed.
Her interest is just as riveting to witness.
“Yes. I remember her. She was human and strong like you. She gave me my name and loved me. She wanted us to leave these woods so I could have a better life. We stopped here for a few nights.”
“Was it just you and her?”
I shake my head. “I had a father. A monster like me.”
“But was he…”
“Mindless? Not with her. He loved her. She gave him his mind like you gave me mine, but I remember it didn’t always stay that way. He wasn’t always kind to her.”
“Did he hurt her?”
“Yes. Many times. I was so young, but I remember it. I lived off her screams from him. She escaped with me, hearing the rumors of the light beyond the woods. But monsters found us and took her from me.” I turn away, the memory heavy against my chest. I miss the mother I barely even knew—the mother I lost so long ago, but even more sad is what this memory means for me now.
I could be like my father. This self could disappear, even with my Marie near.
It’s just another confirmation that she should return to her world.
As if reading my mind, she cups my chin, turning me back to her. “You’re not him. You’re part human. You have humanity in you.”
I push her touch away gently. “You don’t know me well enough.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“But I have hurt you. I stole you from your life. I kept you in a cage. I scared you. I forced myself on you. I could do that again.”
She grabs my chin again, anger in her eyes this time.
“And if you do. I’ll scream for you. I’m turned on by fear.
If you scare me, it will only make me want you more and I’ll bring you back to me.
I hated you at first, hated myself for my sick fetish, but I think we’re made for each other as crazy as that sounds.
You give me what I need and I can do the same for you.
We’ll get to the light tomorrow and we’ll start a new life together. ”
“No.” She blurs in front of me, water in my eyes creating a shield—tears. It’s been so long, but I remember them. “That’s not all. I lied to you.”
“About what?”
“You can return to your home. I could bring you back through the portal, and you’d be back in your room.”
Her eyes are heavy. “You lied to me?”
“I’m sorry. Even after you cleared the fog in my mind, I was still less than.
All I thought about was myself. I couldn’t live without you.
I can’t live without you, but now I care for you as much as myself, not just something to be owned.
It’s not safe for you here. Even if we were in a place void of mindless monsters, you’d never know when I could revert back to my old self. ”
Her face remains void of emotion, and silence wades between us.
I want to speak more, apologize on my knees, but she deserves to have space to process and lash out at me however she sees fit.
She turns away from me. It hurts not being able to study her or predict her following response, but I wait patiently, even if it feels like forever.
Finally, she sighs, breaking the silence. “I have gone crazy.”
I don’t reply.
“I should hate you. I should have always hated you, and yet after everything…” I grab her shoulder, turning her toward me, needing to see her lips as she speaks because I can’t believe it. “I understand.”
“You do?”
She turns fully. “Of course, it was wrong to kidnap me and lie about it, but you’re a monster.” Realization washes over her face, and she reaches for me. “You were a monster. Now you’re just Scully. My Scully.”
“But what about your world? You’re willing to leave that all behind?”
She shrugs. “I mean, my world is pretty shitty. Not as much as here, but I was always in danger, always struggling. At least here I have you.”
I don’t move at first, too shocked by her words.
Not only is this woman smart, funny, and resilient, but she’s also more forgiving than she should be.
She spoke of a hard past, one that should have made her wary of others, especially from the likes of me.
Yet, she chooses to put it behind her—for me.
I scoop her in my arms, embracing her like she’ll fly away if I let her go. “I don’t deserve you.” I whisper.
She laughs, pushing back. “I know. What can I say? Maybe your monster cock fucked the sense out of me.”
I laugh, because I can tell by her smile that she’s joking. I run a paw down her arm. “Just promise me, if the light isn’t what we hope, you’ll consider going back to your world.”
“But…”
I tilt her chin toward me. “Promise you’ll consider.”
Her expression sobers. She nods and I pull her back into me. She nuzzles into my fur, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I stroke her back.
Perhaps I was right earlier—I am in a dream. It seems like the only possible conclusion. She straddles me and after a moment of stillness she slightly pushes herself against me, signaling her desire.
My cock reacts first, hardening and meeting her lips. She moans, grinding against my length.
I don’t deserve her—an understatement. And I definitely don’t deserve her screams after my confession.
Yet, as I think about her reaction and willingness to leave everything behind just from knowing me for a short time, I wonder if her screams aren’t only for me.
Perhaps the release heals a broken part of her as well.