Page 32 of Primal Hunger
First things first, I have to get away from the Grim. Then, I’ll figure out a more solid plan, and cross my fingers it works this time.
“Hey,” I start, my throat dry and scratchy as I try to form words. “Please. Let me go.”
It sounds pitiful to beg for my life, and I never imagined I’d have to do something so degrading. But here I am, begging.
My pussy throbs randomly like the simple act of begging brings back memories of what happened in the woods. The sensation of being entirely filled to bursting with the Grim’s cock and cum.
Except it doesn’t really matter what kind of dance my sore pussy is doing. There won’t be a repeat of the sex, because I’ll be in his stomach, digesting.
Unless I do something now.
The Grim’s back stiffens at my words but he doesn’t turn around.
“I’m sure I wouldn’t taste that good anyway,” I ramble, wiggling in an attempt to turn myself more in his direction. His back is still turned to me and he hasn’t done anything to show he heard me.Is he ignoring me?“Please… uhh… Mr. Grim. Don’t kill me.”
“Syros,” he growls without offering a backward glance.
I stare at him, eyebrows furrowing together.
Am I supposed to know what that means? Is that English or some language native to his realm?
I rack my brain for a full minute, trying to decide if I misheard him, or if my brain cells aren’t functioning at their highest capacity.
“I-I’m sorry? What?”
“My name is Syros,” he says, his gravelly voice sounding permanently angry.
Syros. It feels strange to finally know his name after being captured by him twice and fucked once. Even though he’s just as beastly, and I’m still just as terrified for my life, knowing he has a name makes him slightly less scary.
If he planned to just kill me, surely he wouldn’t bother sharing his name. Right?
“I’m Erin,” I say, even though he didn’t ask.
If I can seem more personable, try to appeal to his better nature—if he has one—maybe that’ll be my ticket to getting out of here. That, or he’ll just get very acquainted with his meal before consuming it. I don’t have any other options right now, but maybe it’ll buy me a little time.
Syros says nothing but continues stirring whatever concoction is in the stone basin.
“Now that we know each other… Look, I know it probably seems appealing to eat me, but please don’t do this. Send me back. Send me home,” I plead to his back, wishing he would turn around and acknowledge me, acknowledge my plight. I hate the way he ignores me. “I’ll be out of your way, and you’ll be free to do whatever you want with someone else.”
I want him toseeme, hear me, understand that I’m a person and not just a meal.
Especially after our romp back there in the woods.
There has to be some kind of connection between us after he was inside of me.
Now I’m grasping at straws.
Anything to survive, I reason.
People do whatever it takes when they know their back is against a wall.
Heat swells in my middle as the image comes rushing back, of Syros pinning me to the ground, slamming his thick cock inside me. I remember the feel of his knot swollen in me, locking us together for several minutes, and my stomach cartwheels.
I still feel him, the mark his intrusion left on my insides.
“I told you, it’s impossible,” he grumbles, just loud enough for me to hear. “The portal is closed. I can’t send you back. It will not reopen until the next solstice.”
I sigh, feeling like a deflating balloon. He’s right—the portal disappeared at some point while I was getting railed in the forest.
