Chapter 14 Marie
“This will be pointless if she’s asleep.
” The words are a whisper, growing louder with each syllable.
Pain is the first sense that comes to me, new and throbbing.
Scully’s roar comes next, shaking away any remnants of unconsciousness.
The forest around me pieces together, hard to gather at first due to the incessant darkness.
Finally, it’s obvious. Scully hangs before me, hands tied overhead from a tree, eyes red, fangs revealed, tail slicing the air behind him, and his muscles ripple as he thrashes.
Tight binds around my ankles and wrists constrict me, and I look up and down to see that I’m naked and in the same weblike prison as Scully.
If he can’t get out, there’s no point in flailing, but instinct begs me to at least try.
“Ah, there we go. Good job. You’ve woken the sunray.
” The monster that’s a mix of spider, crab, and pure nightmare crawls in front of my line of vision.
I remember him from before, when he attacked Scully to have me for himself.
He’s not a kind of creature you’d forget—covered in a hard gray shell, eight razor-sharp legs which he switches to use as hands, and five beady eyes twirling in all directions at once.
He smiles with his tiny rows of fangs, and fear makes its way through my system.
Turns out, I’m not cured. I groan, looking away from the monster before me, hating myself and the godforsaken moisture pooling between my legs.
The spider sniffs and gives a deep-throated growl. “It’s not just you. She’s ripe for any of us. That will make this so much easier.” He reaches out and caresses my jaw.
I gasp, horror surely strewn upon my face, searching for Scully. “No!” I shout, hoping he knows the truth. I only want him, and I can’t help my fucked up biology.
Steam bellows from Scully’s nostrils, and he thrashes rapidly, the large tree behind him shaking.
The spider turns away from me and crawls to Scully.
“I knew there was something different about her screams. She’s special, and you were keeping her all for yourself.
” He tsks. “I was going to offer to share her, but then I heard you speaking of bringing her back to her realm and knew you’d gone mad.
You’ll be useless to me if you can’t help me keep her contained. ”
“I’ll kill you!” Scully roars, fighting against the webs.
The spider laughs. “Not trapped in my web, you won’t.
I should thank you, really. Without your performances every five minutes, I wouldn’t have broken through the mental fog and found so much strength.
My webs have never been stronger, and I can’t wait to see what they’ll do when I shoot them inside our pretty little pet until she’s bloated with my offspring.
” His words are horrifying, and my stomach churns with bile.
He’s been watching us while we had sex, growing stronger off my screams.
“Marie is mine!” Scully roars, shaking the tree behind him even more. The webbing he’s hanging from goes so high up that I can’t see where he’s attached. I look up and see the same for myself. Maybe if this spider angers him enough, he can break free.
“I’ll never scream for you!” I yell, whipping the spider’s five-eyed attention back to me.
“You can chain me and torture me, but I’ll never scream, and your brain and strength will wither until you don’t even remember why you have me.
” My words don’t shake. I mean it. I’ve lived through pain, through abuse.
Perhaps I’ll cry, but he’ll never catch a scream from my throat.
He approaches me with a daggered smile. He sniffs the air, the two black holes above his teeth moving upward. “Writhe your legs together all you’d like. You can’t hide your sweet smell. I’ll have you screaming for pleasure before I even spread your legs.” He chuckles and turns back to Scully.
“Fuck you!” I scream, struggling against the webs, growing tighter around my wrists with each harsh movement. I don’t care, though. I hope my hands rip from my body so I can show this prick just how much I will suppress my screams.
He ignores me. “Now it’s time to kill your preferred monster—preferred at least for now. I don’t want you holding onto any hope that he’ll save you. It should be easy for me, thanks to your screams.” He brings a claw to Scully’s furry throat, watching me.
“Wait! No!” My anger calms. “I’ll scream for you, just don’t kill him. Keep him alive, and you can have me, but kill him, and you’ll kill me. What’s the point in my lifeless body?”
His face contorts, almost something like confusion. Of course, Scully won’t let the spider take me while he’s alive. It’s a stupid plan, but I just hope the spider hasn’t gained enough reason to realize this.
“Marie, no,” Scully says above the claw to his throat, defeat written across his features. But I have no choice, I want to yell.
The spider scoffs. “No. I think I’ll kill him. I'd rather the fight be gone from you.” He pulls back, ready to strike.
“No, I love him!” I yell, my words not registering, panic taking over my senses.
It happens so fast, Scully’s eyes shift back to gold, the brightest I’ve ever seen.
He seems to grow before my eyes, changing into something completely foreign.
The spider must notice the difference because he pauses—a stupid thing to do, because Scully yanks the webbing, his arms moving like he’s yielding a hammer.
A giant tree branch falls from the sky, causing the ground to shake upon contact. “Mine!” he yells.
I’m stunned. The spider must be as well because he hesitates. Scully is pure animal, ripping his arms from the webbing the moment his feet touch the earth. He charges the grey beast, knocking him to the ground with a heavy thud.
The last fight between these two was fair, and I was unsure who would win.
This time it’s different. Yes, the spider may be stronger than before, but Scully doesn’t pause.
His movements are swift, as if every motion is a preplanned attack.
The spider can barely lift his claws to protect himself before Scully slices his eyes with one clawed hand and with the other rips through the exoskeleton over his chest like it’s made of eggshells.
He yanks out soft pink innards, red blood splattering across his face and chest. Scully brings the spider’s still pulsing muscle to his mouth, taking a bite before tossing the rest of the chunk to the ground beside him.
He roars, louder than I’ve ever heard him before, shaking the universe around us.
The world stills. The spider is unmoving underneath Scully’s body, his head lolled to the side, his five bloodied eyes shut.
Scully swallows before releasing heavy breaths.
I told Scully that I wasn’t scared of him anymore.
I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, and if he reverted to the monster who captured me, I’d scream for him and bring him back from the darkness.
But when his blazing eyes whip toward mine and he groans—clenching red-stained fists before stalking toward me, tail raised and waving behind him—absolute terror swims through my veins.
He’s different; the kitty from before is gone.
I can’t even be happy that he’s alive and that our threat is slain.
All I feel is fear—a pulsing, overpowering wave of terror.
Which, of course, causes every one of my nerve endings to light.
No, I’m not cured. Maybe I’m worse, because as the monster stalks toward me, bloodied and growling low in his throat, I welcome the fear, eager for how he’ll devour me.
He slows as he gets closer, the anticipation building. “Scully? Are you okay?” I ask, my voice shaking.
His eyes are crazed as he reaches me, studying my body as he grabs the web overhead and uses it to support himself. He breathes me in, moaning. “You smell so good. You’re marinating for me, growing richer with each second.”
I close my eyes, turning my head as he presses his forehead against my cheek.
My chest heaves, and I try to stay focused.
The spider guy is likely dead, I’m not sure, but he’s the least of our worries now.
These woods are riddled with monsters, and if he takes me right here there’s no way I’ll be able to hold back my screams. “Scully, you need to get me out of here.” His hand palms my mouth.
The coppery taste of blood meets my taste buds.
Surely I’m covered in it with his hands all over me and his fangs at my ear.
“Shhh, that’s not what you want. Your wet little cunt is whispering to me, begging me to take you.
” With his other paw, he grabs my pussy, slipping his declawed fingers inside of me.
I yelp, and he pushes down on my mouth harder.
“Don’t call more monsters over. My appetite can’t afford more meat that isn’t you.
” He inserts another finger inside of me.
I’m so wet that the squelching sound echoes all around us, turning me on even more, but somehow a small part of me stays focused.
I free my lips from his hand. “Scully, if you do that, I’ll scream. ”
He inserts another finger, fucking me forcefully.
“You think you can be splayed for me like this, dripping with your nectar, spilling words of your love from your lips, and I would be able to last another second without my cock inside of you? No. I will have you now. If you must scream, do it. I can take whatever beast comes our way with your scent covering me.” I wonder if my last scream gave him more confidence in his abilities, or if he’s too delirious with arousal to think straight.
Either way, it’s too late for either of us to reason. If he stops, I might die.
He fucks me hard, his fingers reaching deep. “Tell me. Do you want me to stop? Say the word and I’ll do it.”
“No,” I wail, my reason gone, and the only sense in my body is the overwhelming pleasure as Scully works me with his bloody hand.
Somehow, he also applies pressure to my clit, and I’m done for.
He must sense it as my body tenses, because he presses down on my mouth, muffling my scream.
It’s still audible, and Scully tilts his horn to my mouth as if trying to catch the fragments that make it through his barrier.
He moans and his cock nudges me, his attachers reaching from me.
He doesn’t even let me come down from my orgasm as he pushes away.
“I can’t wait any longer. I have to fill you with my seed.
” He extracts his claws and swipes against the webbing that holds me up.
I yelp as I’m weightless, sure I’ll crash against the earth without warning, but his arms swoop around me before I hit the ground, laying me below him as he looms above.
He runs his rough tongue over my ear, down my neck, through the valley of my breasts.
I look down as he nips at my nipples, being more rough than usual.
Sure enough, I’m covered in the monster's blood, and when I pick up my head to look over Scully’s massive form, I catch the still unmoving body of the spider monster, not even a hundred feet away.
I’m about to get fucked next to a potentially dead body, covered in his blood.
The thought should repulse me, dry me up, but instead—because I’m a sick freak—it’s like my previous orgasm never happened.
My body vibrates in violent anticipation, and if Scully doesn’t impale me on his cock quickly, I’ll find the power within me to make him.
“Please fuck me. I can’t wait.” I beg.
Scully pulls away from my breasts and travels back to my ear.
“I love it when you beg. Almost as much as I love you.” I barely register his words, but it still hits my heart like a bullet, warming me from the inside, even if I don’t have the wherewithal to contemplate the seriousness of it.
He positions his head at my entrance, already opening for him, ready to rearrange myself to fit around him.
His attachers suck onto me, hitting my clit and my back hole with such accuracy it’s like they’ve learned my body.
Scully doesn’t even brace himself. I don’t think he can.
He thrusts inside of me—swift and abrupt, nearly breaking me in half.
I cry out—partially due to the pain but mostly from the pleasure.
Scully doesn’t catch it quick enough this time, but still covers my mouth with his bloodied paw.
“We’re going to have to run quick after my knot releases.
You love calling the other monsters. I bet you enjoy watching me rip through their chest to protect you. ”
I can’t respond. Words wouldn’t even know how to make it off my lips.
My body and mind are mush as he thrusts into me without caution, without holding back.
Thank God he covered my mouth because before I know it, I’m screaming, my insides caving in on themselves.
He roars, soaking in my cries as he bursts inside of me, filling me and pooling around my ass.
His knot inflates and stretches my entrance wider.
His attachers don’t let up, and I don’t know how it’s possible, but I’m coming again, quieter against his hand this time.
Scully falls on top of me, not entirely, or I’d be crushed, but enough to make me feel protected.
Our hearts beat against each other, and I’m so thankful for it.
To think, just moments before, I wondered if it would be the end of him.
Now here we are—fucked silly and catching our breaths—our lips still tingling from the secret words we spoke out loud.
I want to say it again, see if it sticks this time, but howls sound from the distance.
The noise knocks Scully out of his trance, and he pushes himself up, his cock popping out of me and spilling the rest of him onto the ground.
He still wasn’t fully deflated and we both wince in pain.
He nearly knocks the air from my lungs as he scoops me up and charges through the woods, away from the monsters.