Chapter 15 Scully
Icarried us through the woods all through the night.
Marie quickly fell asleep in my arms, and I didn’t wake her until I discovered a small stream a short distance from the roughgraveled path.
I wanted to keep going until we reached the light, feeling more fearful now than ever before.
It took longer than I hoped as I kept getting distracted, staring down at my beautiful Marie as she slept.
I’d almost lost her. My life wouldn’t be of consequence, but if I were gone while she was trapped in this place, there would be no hope for her.
She’s so fragile, and a part of me thinks she’s right.
I’m different from the other monsters here.
I had a human mother who loved me, and although I forgot her for most of my life, she is still a part of me.
Thanks to Marie, that hidden piece of myself is back.
I wish I could keep it forever, but if it must leave to keep her safe forever, I’d give it up over and over again.
I pause at the river bend, listening for sounds of creatures nearby. “Marie,” I whisper when I’m sure it’s safe, but of course, it’s never safe. Her eyes flutter open, and she sits up in my arms. “Where are we?” she asks.
“We’re at a stream. I wanted to clean you off before we kept going.”
She studies me, reaching to caress my face.
“Are you hurt?” she asks, and it’s not the first time.
She repeated the question many times before she fell asleep.
I didn’t answer it at first, too busy running while glancing over every perfect inch of her.
She didn’t calm or settle into slumber until I responded and told her I was more than fine as long as she was in my arms and safe.
“Yes,” I answer. “I just can’t keep glancing down to find you covered in blood.” I know it’s not her own, that it belongs to the monster that threatened us, but I can’t help the tightening of my ribs around my heart whenever I glance at her.
“Oh, right,” she says, examining herself, but brings her eyes back to mine. “You should clean off, too. The only reason I’m covered in blood is because you are.”
I hadn’t even thought about it. Haven’t thought about myself much at all. I nod. “Let me grab you some food while you’re washing, and then I’ll wash while you eat.” I set her on the ground.
“You won’t join me?” Her expression is wounded, and I almost forget my attempts to feed her and pull her into the cool water with me, but I’m more myself now, not clouded by my animalistic urges.
That’s not true. I want to fuck her more than I want to breathe.
I don’t think that will ever go away, no matter how many times she screams for me, but now her safety trumps anything else.
If we let ourselves get carried away, it can only mean danger, and I must get her out of these woods as soon as possible, even if I can’t go with her.
I shake my head, looking away from her eyes. “No, we need to keep moving. It’s not safe.” I point to the tall tree by the riverbank. “I’ll just be right up here so I can watch you.”
“Okay,” she replies meekly.
“Just don’t scream.”
She rolls her eyes. “Obviously.” She turns toward the water, stepping in but slipping on a wet rock. She gives a little screech but catches herself on both feet. She covers her mouth and turns to me, eyes wide.
I listen again; still, no movement nearby. “We’re good.”
“Okay, now I promise I won’t scream.” She pulls down her hand to reveal a smile, and it takes everything in me not to lick it off her face.
I watch for a moment, stilling my anxious nerves to convince myself to scale the tree.
It’s not until after she lies back in the water, floating on the surface, and sits back up to run her hands over her body that I gain the confidence to leave the bank.
I’ve never climbed a tree so fast in my life, and once again, I’m thankful Marie’s scream brought me so much strength.
I grab two of the circular brown fruit and four large leaves for her clothing, and tuck them under my armpit, falling to the ground with a heavy bang.
“Holy shit!” Marie yells.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, rushing toward her.
“You scared me.”
My heart settles, registering that my jump may have been louder than she anticipated. I catch my breath, walking toward the bank, dropping the leaves, and cracking open one of the fruits on a stone. “What’s new?”
She giggles, falling to her back and floating. “You don’t usually scare me.”
It’s funny. She was terrified of me mere hours ago after I ripped through the monster's flesh and pounced on her as if she were next. Even then, in my animalistic craze, I was still myself—my new, uncovered self. I would never hurt her, and I think a part of her knew that. But still, every morsel of her body shuddered in terror as if I was back to the monster in the dark corner of her room. She wanted the fear. I recognized her subtle reactions so well, and it took such a short amount of time to learn. Perhaps that explains the strong, abrupt need I feel for her—the words that slipped from my mouth as I took her on the forest floor. We’re made for each other, even if in the end we discover we can never be.
I contemplate pointing out the recent history of her fright, but I can tell she would rather play this game and I’m happy to oblige.
I pour the liquid into one half of the fruit and enter the water, presenting it to her.
“Why am I slightly offended?” I offer her the hairy brown shell, and she accepts with a laugh. “You want me to be scared of you?”
I shrug, trying to ignore the way her breasts look covered in the gleam of the water and fall to my back, strategically hiding my budding erection with my thighs. “Sometimes.”
“Like when?” She slurps the juice inside the fruit, barely twisting her face in disgust before peeling a piece of the green meat off and slipping it into her plump lips. Everything she does is intoxicating. How can I expect to keep her alive when all I want to do in her presence is fill her?
I dunk myself under the water to cool myself off. “When I’m fucking you.” I don’t look at her. These words should not be leaving my lips right now. There’s only one way they could end, and it does not keep her safe.
She places her partially-eaten fruit half on the surface of the water and swims toward me, her eyes full of desire and her lips below the surface.
I tense, anticipating her touch, knowing I won’t find the strength to refuse.
She rests her top half on my stomach as I float.
“Why would you want me to be scared when you’re fucking me, hmm? ”
I gulp. “Because you gush for me and your screams pierce my soul.”
She crawls closer to my lips. “I’m pretty sure I can get just as wet and scream just as loud when I’m not scared. You definitely proved that for both of us, but want to test the theory?”
I don’t respond; instead, I let my head roll back.
Her hands reach between my legs, finding my cock, hard as stone and standing to attention.
She palms my tip, lathering herself in my liquid before slowly rolling down my length.
My attachers come to life, reaching for her and suctioning onto her hand.
She doesn’t let their force deter her; instead, she continues to roll her palm up and down.
She can’t reach her fingers around me, but the sensation is more than enough, nearly causing me to burst already.
She increases her speed, and I’m completely lost, but then she moans, her head resting on my chest, watching as she strokes me. “Wait,” I say, ducking my lower half into the water and sitting up. My attachers heed my mental command and release her.
“What?” she asks, hurt and confusion in her eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”
I scoop her in my arms, staring into her eyes. “Never. You’re perfect, always. That’s the problem. It’s too good, and I’m mere hair-widths away from pulling you onto my lap and filling you until you're leaking with my seed from every orifice. We’re nearly to the light. We have to wait.”
She gulps, resting a hand on my chest to steady herself. “Why must you say shit like that?"
“Like what?”
“You want me leaking from every orifice? How do you expect me not to jump your bones after you said a thing like that?” She covers her eyes with the back of her hand.
I chuckle and throw her over my shoulder, satisfied with both of our cleanliness.
I pick up both halves of the fruit, the uncracked one, and the leaves I gathered for her clothing as she settles herself in my arms. “Ready to reach the light?” I ask.
“Ready,” she replies, but I don’t miss the dull look in her eyes.
There’s so much we haven’t talked about yet.
We don’t know what we’ll do if the light isn’t what we hoped for or if she decides the human world is the only place for her.
It would be the right choice, of course, because she can’t live in this darkness, even with me by her side.
From my newly excavated memories, I know sometimes love isn’t enough.