Page 37 of Primal Hunger
Not to mention the way her attention dips periodically to my cock.
Or perhaps I’m interested in the way she sought me out, rather than me having to search for her.
Perhaps I like the feel of her beneath my body a littletoomuch, which isn’t unheard of. I’ve known a few Grims who’ve delighted in their human’s bodies before eating them. Some have even eaten them while their cock was still buried inside the corpse.
There are all manner of ways for us to survive, one of which including finding our pleasure where we can. This world is bleak.
Happiness, joy, desire, all must be found and taken where it can.
But this human, Erin… I’m not ready to kill her yet. Not when there are so many more interesting interactions waiting for us.
My stomach contracts in hunger, and I push the sensation to the back of my mind.
“Fine. Tell me some of your stories.” I approach her cautiously.
She didn’t run screaming from me this time when I let her free from her restraints, and she doesn’t seem to mind being close to me. I’m curious to find out why she acts this way.
Why does she want to talk to me? Teach me things?
Does she find me as intriguing as I find her?
She stares around at my collection with her hands on her hips and her lips pressed into a thin line. “It must have taken you a long time to accumulate so much.”
“I have lived a long time.”
I’m also curious to find out about the random assortment of items I’ve collected over the years. What are they? What do humans use them for? So many questions I’ve gone without answers to for years—centuries.
Am I really going to learn now after all this time?
I’d hate to find out that some of my most prized possessions are nothing more than trash in the human world, but curious regardless. To me they are all priceless.
They are pieces of a world I can’t touch, only twice a year.
“Start with the item you’re most surprised to see,” I say, eager to see where she gravitates first.
The glint of obvious curiosity in her eyes urges me to further pick her brain and learn about her. In the same way, I guess, that she wanted to learn about me. Why else would she be hunting me on the solstice?
Clearly she had some sort of baseline knowledge of what kind of creature she may see. In spite of her shock last night, there had also been something like vindication.
As though she’d known she would findsomethingfor later use.
“This is great,” she says, holding up a flat disc that reflects the light of the room. One side is silver and glints with a rainbow reflection, and the other is a pale, soft color. Pink, I believe it’s called—a color that doesn’t exist in our world. “What do you think this is, Syros?”
She clenches it between her fingers and it catches the light, reflecting it outward.
“Some kind of weapon?” I guess, noting the thin edge that could potentially slice through skin.
Perhaps the female warriors of Earth launch them at their victims. At least, that’s what happened when I captured the previous owner and she tried to assault me with it.
It didn’t matter.
She tasted good afterward.
Erin laughs, covering her face with her hand and spinning the disk expertly around her finger. “It’s called a CD,” she says, like I’m supposed to know what that means. “A compact disc. It plays music.”
“Music?” I’m unfamiliar with the term. “Does it make you sick?”
She laughs again, enticing a growl from my throat. “No. You put it in a machine and it sings to you. Like pretty talking. The singing is accompanied by a beat, a pulse, and usually it makes you want to move your body out of happiness.”
