Chapter 17 Scully
Istill enjoy the darkness. I don’t think that part of me will ever leave, and I’m grateful my new role allows me to indulge in my past affliction.
There are parts of me that will never change, and as I sniff the forest air, catching her from beyond the border, my mind washes blank, just like before.
I roar, racing through the foliage, pushing past the spindly trees and brush.
I step past the darkness, and sunlight coats my fur, but it doesn’t deter me; if anything, it urges me along as a symbol of her nearness.
The smell grows stronger with each step, blinding me to reason.
Even in this state, I could stop myself, take calming breaths, but I have no desire.
Only for her flesh on my lips, for her screams in my ear.
It’s been too long. I can’t even remember the last time I heard the sweet melody.
Perhaps last night? An unacceptable length of absence.
Noises from the town are barely a whisper as I race along the barrier, the darkness always close by.
A billow of smoke snakes through the sky in front of me, a signal of my prey.
A small cottage comes into view, but I don’t bother bursting through the door.
The smell wouldn’t be so powerful if she were inside.
I race toward the place she spends all her time on a clear day, the gated flower garden at the back of the small dwelling.
Her aroma nearly knocks me off my feet, and as I spot her, seated among the lilies, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead, I can tell why.
She’s been soaking in her juices, pickling around her sweetness, all for me.
Sitting in the sun and wafting her fumes for every beast nearby to enjoy.
I should punish her for being such a temptation.
I roar, and her blue eyes pull away from the bulb halfway dug into the earth and lock on mine. She stands. “Scully, do not…” she doesn’t finish, but picks up her white skirts and moves away from me as I barrel through the thin fence, sending shards of wood through the air.
“Come on! You just repaired that from last time!” she yells over her shoulder, increasing her speed and jumping over her rows of flowers.
I may only have my animal instincts guiding me, but her love for her garden is enough to make me tread carefully so I don’t harm her flowers. I’m cautious even if I don’t slow.
She jumps over the low gate, her sunshine hair trailing behind her in a loose braid.
With each movement, strands escape the intricate design, causing more of her to drift up my nostrils.
I’m dizzy with hunger, but I push forward, increasing my speed, even if I’m still hindering myself to allow her the lead.
It’s no fun to chase her if I catch her right away.
She runs up a hill, grunting with the incline, but she doesn’t slow down.
Her elbows pump to propel her forward. “Scully, I’m making a pie!
” she yells, the sound making its way to me behind her.
“It’s cooling on the windowsill.” She stops, turns to me, now in the protection of an array of trees in the valley at the base of the hill.
She waves her hands in front of her chest and takes small steps backwards.
I slow as well, stalking her. Her face is flushed, and her chest heaves with violent breaths. “It’s rhubarb. Your favorite.”
I find my voice, the sound of it coming out so foreign to me. “Do you think I will change my mind for pie?”
She bundles her skirt again, probably realizing I can’t be deterred. “And vanilla ice cream?”
I pretend to contemplate. “I would rather have you instead.” I charge toward her.
She screams and turns to run again, but I’m too fast, pulling her to the ground underneath me.
I don’t press all my weight down on her, pulling away slightly onto my knees.
She takes the opportunity to crawl away from me, her ass hitting my crotch, already hard and wet, and my attachers searching the air for their haven.
I swoop an arm around her chest, pulling her back to me.
“Trying to get away,” I say through gritted teeth over the shell of her ear.
“You know it only makes me want you more when you struggle.” It’s the truth.
She loves this game, and she’s playing her part perfectly.
I may be a monster, but she wouldn’t have me any other way.
It’s why I have no hesitation in slicing the threading between the leather material of her corset with one hand and with the other hiking her skirt over her ass and running my fingers through the sopping wet velvet between her legs.
Her breasts pop free into my hand, moist and pebbled as I knead them.
I can’t wait to milk her one day, to drink the sweet liquid that will bead at her nipples when she’s full of our children.
She moans quietly behind closed lips. Her heart pounds against my hand, and she still fights me, even as I position my tip at her wet entrance.
My attachers grab her, and she can’t suppress the sob this time.
She cries out as she falls to the ground.
My path is still clear, and I don’t waste time thrusting inside of her, hard and fast, giving her no time to brace herself.
She screams for me again, loud and glorious.
“Aren’t you glad I wanted you more than a pie?” I ask, holding myself up on outstretched arms. Her face is smashed into the green grass, and she arches her back, her ass raised and welcoming me. I pull out again, my attachers stretch, and I pound into her, knocking her forward.
“It’s good pie,” she stutters around the words.
I tsk. “Still so fresh, even when I’m fucking the shit out of you.
” I go harder, pumping inside of her without caution, using her in the way she desires.
She screams in a matter of seconds as I bottom out, filling her all the way through.
The world washes around me. Power surges in my veins, and every bone melts into pure pleasure.
I burst inside of her, coating every inch of her hot walls.
My knot grows, and she moans again as I stretch her more.
I blanket her, careful not to let my weight drop.
Now that I’m empty and my mind has cleared, I wish we were somewhere more comfortable.
She’s fertile, that’s what I smelled through the woods.
We talked about this the month before—we’re ready for a child.
I’m thankful for my knot to help keep my seed inside of her and hope that it lasts longer than usual to do so, but I also don’t want my love pressed against the grass, ass up and uncomfortable.
“Are you okay?” I ask, brushing hair behind her ear.
She chuckles, her eyes closed. “Yes. Of course.”
“What’s funny?”
“Nothing. It’s just funny that after fucking me like a ragdoll, you caress me and care for my comfort. Back to my Kitty, like always.”
“Did you enjoy the chase?” I ask, growing self-conscious that she might be getting tired of our games.
She picks herself up, still attached, but turning her head to me with a serious expression. “Of course I do. And if I ever don’t, I’ll tell you. I promise.” She pulls my hand to her lips with a kiss. I caress her cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I lean over her, capturing her lips with mine. It took a while to get the hang of kissing, but after we learned the techniques, it’s one of my favorite activities, maybe even more than fucking sometimes. But only sometimes.
We’re so lost in our embrace that I don’t even notice when I pop free and spill onto the grass below us. I bundle her into my lap, not taking my lips off her.
“How was your patrol?” she asks, pulling away and caressing my jaw.
I shrug. “Good. I scared a few howlers away from the border, but I didn’t find anyone on the brink of change.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” she offers.
Since coming to the town of Monsville, a lot has changed for us.
The townspeople welcomed us with open arms. It turns out, I’m not the first monster to escape my haze and discover consciousness.
Every member of the village was once a beast like me, lost in the darkness.
There are also humans in the town, which delights my Marie.
Everyone has a job, and mine is border patrol.
Especially since we’ll have little ones running close to the border, I make sure that any monsters with ill intent stay far away while also looking for anyone close to transforming into their true selves, and assisting them.
It’s a good gig, one that I wish existed when I was a child and my mother was so close to getting us out.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. The girls are getting together for book club tonight, so they’re all coming over.”
I force a smile. “Sounds great.” I’m glad that my Marie has friends. I know it’s one of the reasons she’s so happy here, but I can’t help but wish their get-togethers were outside of our tiny home. I still enjoy my solitude, just now, my solitude with my Marie.
She hits my chest. “I can see right through you. Don’t worry, it will only be Jill and Hannah tonight. Lucy and Traven aren’t feeling well, first-trimester and all.”
I cradle her jaw. “You can have whoever you want in our home. As long as you’re happy, I am happy.” I kiss her again, and she leans into me, her hands roaming over my patchy chest.
My cock stirs to attention. Perhaps trying for a baby again wouldn’t be a horrible idea. I am hoping for a litter.
“Hello!” A voice calls from a distance. I tense, pulling Marie closer to me.
Through the trees, I can see our house, the open kitchen window facing us.
Wazco’s bulbous eye pokes through the opening, and he waves a skinny hand in our direction.
“Hope you don’t mind, I let myself in. The door was open.
Is it okay if I have a slice of this pie?
” He uses a knife to cut a slice, not waiting for our answer.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, covering Marie with my body as she scrambles to fix her skirt and pull her broken corset back over her breasts.
She laughs. “He may be a little forward, but he’s sweet, and it’s good you have a friend.
Maybe you two can work on building the shed during my book club tonight.
” When she realizes the corset won’t secure, she pulls it back off and puts it on backwards, sighing and standing.
I stand next to her, looking down at her golden hair so far away from me. “That guy is fucking clumsier than the chickens.”
She laughs, slapping my chest. “Be nice. He was the first person to greet us to Monsville, and he made sure that we got the secluded house at the edge of town.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I take her small hand in mine, and we make our way back to our home.
She turns to me, walking backward. “I have an idea. We could make out a bunch in front of him to make him uncomfortable and leave.” She winks.
My body heats. “What if he just wants to sit and watch? I know I would.”
She laughs. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.” She pulls away from me, running ahead, looking back to make sure I’m following.
I don’t chase her; instead, I capture the moment in memory. My beautiful Marie, running across the meadow. Sunlight dances across her skin, rosy with happiness. There’s too much inside of me, a joy I never thought I’d experience.
She screams for me, tripping but catching herself before falling to the ground. Her laughter bubbles over the hills. There’s always laughter now—always light shining through the darkness.