Caveman Alien's Pride

by Calista Skye

  “Much crazy Aurora,” he counters and kneads my butt. “Sit on warrior, steal his juice with irresistible slit.”

  “I not notice warrior man resist. Maybe is much weak warrior man?”

  I yelp as he lifts me clear off of his lap and high into the air while he's still sitting down. He brings my crotch to his mouth and places a light kiss right on my now very sensitive clit.

  “Yes, much weak after woman steal juices. But warrior is kind, no will hurt woman. May even let her steal juices more times if woman very good.”

  He gently sets me down again, and there's an amused glint in his eye.

  I lightly slap his shoulder. “You not mock Aurora speech! Or Aurora speak English only. Trak'zor not like, much confused when must learn English to speak Aurora. Also, Aurora not good teacher, teach wrong on purpose for amuse. We clear?”

  He puts his hands on my cheeks and kisses me gently. “Viklir.”

  Because of course he's smart enough to hear from my tone of voice what would be the right reply. In an alien language. This caveman should not be underestimated.

  I stand up and stretch, pulling my skirt back down and putting my top back on.

  Okay. So now I've fucked my kidnapper.

  I guess I should stop thinking of him in those terms. He did kind of abduct me. But is it really abduction when you're taken to a better place than you were before? And it's not like I've told him about the girls and the cave. He probably thinks I have no home.

  “Aurora go to water. Trak'zor watch, Water Big not eat?”

  He sheaths his sword and puts his loincloth back on. One part of me wants to pull it right off again for another ride, but my whole crotch is so sensitive and sore now that it's probably not a great idea.

  We go back to his fishing spot, and I dig up a couple of pale pink worms on the way there.

  I hook one wriggling worm onto the little thorn. Not so long ago, it would have caused me all kinds of agony to do that to an innocent being. Now, I still feel it, but on this planet, some things just have to get done, and I don't hesitate. I toss a length of the “fishing line” into the water.

  The line slowly sinks down in the depths, while the hook floats on the surface..

  “Some kind of sinker would probably be useful,” I mumble to myself. I pull the whole thing back up and find a little rock to tie to the end.

  Then I try again, and now the hook goes down with the sinker. I wrap the other end of the line around my fingers.

  “Now wait,” I explain to Trak'zor, like I'm a leading fishing expert. “Next time will make long pole. For get thin rope much far from shore. Is maybe not fish this close- yow!”

  The line suddenly tightens hard around my hand and cuts into the flesh. Trak'zor's hand shoots out and grabs the line, relieving the pressure.

  Shit, that was such a hard pull, I'm sure I must have caught that monster from yesterday. I bravely take three quick steps away from the water, leaving Trak'zor to hold the line. Well, he's much stronger than me. And he has a sword.

  He starts pulling the line in, having no trouble with it. Then there's a silvery sheen under the surface, and he pulls ashore a fish only about a foot long. It sprattles wildly before he takes one end and slaps the other onto a rock, killing it.

  I walk back. “Strong Trak'zor. Fish pulls hard.”

  “Very spirited fish,” he agrees. “It will make a fine dinner for us.”

  I squat and take the hook out of the fish's mouth, avoiding the sharp teeth in there.

  I grin happily at Trak'zor. “Now see how good thing for catch fish is? Can now catch much fish, as much we want.”

  He nods. “It's a good first try. But it will never work again.”

  I put another worm onto the hook. “Trak'zor just see.”

  This time I'm ready for the pull, so I don't need his help when another fish bites just seconds after I throw the line in. And a minute later, there are two silvery fish on the rocks.

  I look up at Trak'zor. “Nice catch fish?”

  He studies my little thorn-hook. “It's very effective. Much better than the harpoon. And it works in broad daylight. Aurora is also making this island better.”

  I think that's about the highest praise he can give, and I'm filled with a warmth and pride that I haven't felt for years.

  “Now Trak'zor not need go across bridge to get food. Can fish mostly.”

  He nods thoughtfully. “That's less dangerous, certainly.”

  I look up at the sun, enjoying the warmth from it and smiling. It feels good to be useful and to contribute to this island. And I have another idea.

  I carry the fish up to the house, borrow a longer knife from Trak'zor and let him show me how to gut them. Then he wraps some of the filets in leaves and places them in the food store.

  We wash our hands in the little creek that's constantly running with water from the spring, and then we cook one fish for lunch.

  I munch on the crunchy, perfectly grilled filet, sip the clean water and feel more at peace than I have since the Plood abducted us. For the first time I'm fed, well rested and safe. And newly fucked.

  Which reminds me. He Worshipped me, and I promised myself to do something nice for him, too. Luckily, that fits exactly with what I want to do right now.

  I casually reach under Trak'zor's loincloth and feel around under it, as he immediately starts to stiffen between my fingers. And yes, there are some extra appendages there.

  “Lift.” I grab the hem of his loincloth and pull it up around his waist, and he lifts his hips.

  Then I lean down into his lap and take him into my mouth.

  16

  - Trak'zor -

  The breath catches in my throat when I see her delicate little mouth engulf my manhood. Does she want to taste it?

  Then she closes her lips around it and surrounds it with wet, soft heat. I draw my breath in, because this must be some kind of dream. I had no idea this was even possible.

  She turns her head and glances up at me with what I think is mirth in her eyes. She must realize how extraordinary this is.

  My rock hard manhood fills her mouth and stretches her lips, and as I watch, she slides it further into her until she chokes and coughs. She looks up at me again, with a little water running from her eyes.

  Then she tightens her lips firmly and slides them up and down the shaft in a motion that mimics the coupling we experienced earlier today.

  The sensation is indescribable, and the immense contrast between my manly hardness and her feminine beauty is too much for my simple mind to handle. Heat shoots from my spine to my pelvis, and before I can stop it, I'm about to climax. I warn her with an urgent sound that's little more than a grunt, but she keeps performing her unheard-of act while the juices shoot into her and seep down my over-excited shaft as it goes in and out between her full lips.

  She slows down and finally kisses the tip of my spear. “You like?”

  I can only breathe and stare. “Aurora ... is crazy.”

  She chuckles. “And Trak'zor comes like is boy eighteen year, much fast and much juice.”

  “How ... where ...?” Words fail me. I'm still stunned.

  She sits down beside me. “How did I learn and where did I learn? Trak'zor not want to know. Is secret art women learn.”

  “You know ... many other arts like that?”

  She takes a sip of water and casually waves her hand in the air. “Yes, yes. Many. All secret and all much very wonderful. Trak'zor maybe know if is good to Aurora.”

  I nod. I was planning to be as good a man as I can to her anyway, but this certainly gives me added motivation.

  “Okay,” she says and gets up. “We take a little trip to mainland? I want check trees. Trak'zor come, keep safe and maybe bring heavy blade? Also, not tie woman up like before. Not will escape now.”

  Right now, she could ask me to bring her a whole nest of rekh hatchlings and I would try my best to do it. My whole body is tingling after what she just did.

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sp; I get my sword, and then I follow her as she walks in front of me towards the bridge. Her behind jiggles delightfully, and it looks to me like she has a little more of a spring in her step now than before. I can't help smiling to myself. Getting a good night's sleep in the bed I made was good for her.

  17

  - Aurora -

  The total success of the fishing line I made was good for me. I haven't had too many things work out right on this planet. But Trak'zor's care and pride of this island inspires me to try new things. And this thing now is a little more ambitious.

  “Any Bigs there?”

  I stand still for a while on the shore, just peering suspiciously into the jungle. The thunder from the waterfall hides any noises of broken branches or trees which is usually the first sign you get that a dino is getting closer.

  Trak'zor grunts as he lifts the huge tree trunk and places it across the strait. “The woods are full of Bigs.”

  That's true enough. I guess if we can't see any right now, that's the best we can expect.

  Trak'zor walks calmly across the 'bridge', and I follow on less steady feet. “We only stay on land much short time.”

  “Always wise to not spend too much time in the woods,” he agrees.

  Then we're across, and some of the fear of the jungle is back. On the island I never felt the need for a weapon, but now I really miss my bow.

  Trak'zor puts his hands on his hips and raises his eyebrows, as if to say well, here we are.

  “I want look at trees,” I say, keeping my voice down as always in the jungle. This was the spot where that rekh was standing the other day. “Touch trees, see if wood is loose.”

  “Loose?”

  I walk over to the nearest tree and knock on it with one knuckle as if it were the door to someone's dorm room. It makes hardly any sound.

  “Yes. If loose, maybe will sound more than other trees.”

  He gives me that are-you-insane-or-are-you-just-drunk look. I knock on another tree, undeterred. Then another and another. They all sound the same – hardly any noise at all.

  Okay, maybe this was a bad idea. The success with the fishing line made me overly enthusiastic, and spending much more time right here in known rekh country may not be the smartest thing.

  I knock on two more trees, but they all sound the same.

  I look around. In this dense undergrowth, a raptor could be right on me before I know it. “Is maybe not much smart be here. We go home?”

  Trak'zor isn't looking at me. He's looking up, scanning the treetops. Then he gives me a sign to stay and marches off into the jungle, and within two seconds I can neither see nor hear him.

  I go back to the bridge, ready to scurry across it if anything at all happens. Shit, if that cloud there passes in front of the sun, I'm running.

  Then I hear the muted sound of wood being chopped, and a couple of minutes later, Trak'zor comes out of the jungle, dragging the large branch of a tree, leaves and everything.

  He dumps it at my feet, and as it hits the rock it gives of a resonant bonggg.

  I squat down and knock on the thick end close to where he's chopped it off the tree. It responds with a sound that reminds me of a xylophone. You could probably play a decent tune on this thing.

  But that's not what I'm planning.

  “Trak'zor please cut here,” I say and show with one finger, then stand well back. He cuts the last foot off the thick end in one powerful chop.

  I pick it up, then gasp. “Is much light!”

  The piece of wood seems to have hardly any weight to it, like it's made of paper. I toss it into the water.

  Then I grin, because it floats so high in the water, only about a tenth of it is submerged. The grain must be extremely loose and consist mostly of air. This is exactly what I was looking for.

  I spontaneously embrace Trak'zor's massive chest and look up at him. “Is perfect! Trak'zor much skilled jungle man. There is more of tree? Need much.”

  Trak'zor smiles at my enthusiasm, then goes off into the woods again. I hear more chopping sounds, and then he comes out of the jungle again, dragging two huge trees behind him.

  “Is this enough?”

  I nod vigorously. “Is maybe enough!”

  Yeah, I don't want to commit more than that. I have no experience with these things.

  I examine the trees and direct Trak'zor to remove the leaves and cut the trunks into logs about fifteen feet long. The trees are thick down by the roots and then spread out into many thinner trunks, so after a couple of hours' work we have a nice heap of logs that aren't too thick.

  “Wonderful,” I state and squeeze Trak'zor's wrist, but I have to use both hands to be able to reach around it. “Now bring to island.”

  “Aurora walk over, then stay there and come to the shore,” Trak'zor says.

  I take the smallest, lightest log into my arms and walk across the bridge, then dump it on the rocks. The wood may be light, but a whole log is still pretty heavy to me.

  I go to the edge of the water, hoping that Trak'zor is right about water monsters never breaking the surface. Then he tosses a huge log into the water, pushing it hard at the same time. The log hits the surface with a little splash and then continues over to the gravel beach I'm standing on.

  I get the point and pull the log as far up on the beach as I can.

  We continue like that until we've brought about half the wood over to the island.

  Trak'zor is about to toss me another log when he suddenly freezes and quickly puts the log down. He draws his sword and starts backing up towards the 'bridge', then grabs the end of the thick trunk and dumps it into the water.

  “What you doing?!” I yell before I see why and the blood in my veins turns to ice.

  18

  - Aurora -

  A shadow comes bouncing out of the jungle at immense speed and is upon him in the same second. If it were anybody else, they would have been killed right there, but Trak'zor jumps to the side and the attacker is hindered by its own speed. It frantically tries to stop before it hits the water, sharp claws scraping on hard rock and sending a spray of gravel into the lake.

  For a split second the creature is standing still. It's a splotched brown and about the size of a horse, so quite tiny by the standards of this planet. But it makes up for that by being a total chaos of muscle and fangs and claws and jagged edges.

  That's all I can tell before it gives off a horrific screech as it charges Trak'zor again, and I'm sure he's dead. Because this thing has claws as long and thin as my arrows, totally oversized for this predator.

  I squeal and my hands fly to my eyes. I don't want to watch this.

  I hear grunts and clangs and screeching, as well as a terrible creaking that I realize is the sound of claws gouging tracks into solid rock.

  Then there's a heavy thud, followed by a deafening silence.

  I peek through the spaces between my fingers, fully expecting Trak'zor to lie dead on the beach and his nightmarish attacker to be eyeing me with a hungry look in its eyes, if it has them.

  But it's the predator that's lying on the beach while a pool of black blood seeps into the gravel under it. Only now do I get a better look at it. Even in death it's terrible, with spikes and claws everywhere. It has a huge mouth with an immense lower jaw just bristling with teeth. It has two legs to run on and four arms that all end in horrific, serrated talons. I can't identify any eyes. But this thing sure gives the Alien monster a run for its money.

  Trak'zor is busy trying to get the 'bridge' back to his side, because it has slowly floated away from the shore.

  I run over to my side of it and use my trembling legs to push the other end of it back to him.

  Then he lifts it onto his side of the beach, runs across and then quickly drags it back to our side.

  I run over and embrace him, feeling his strong body and his heat and his scent.

  “You kill Big,” I gush. “Much terrible Big!”

  He squeezes me hard and smells my hair. An
d of course, that makes me self-conscious, because that hair hasn't seen a bottle of Pantene for months. Yeah, I'm weird.

  “That's not a Big,” he says, amused. “That's a Small. We call it the brak. They're rare to see. It's considered good luck to meet one.” He frowns over at the dead predator and scratches his chin. “If you survive the meeting.”

  “You kick bridge into water for protect Aurora,” I say into his chest. “If you not survive, brak not can reach.”

  He squeezes me again. “Aurora is becoming important for the island.”

  I look up at his luminous eyes, sniffling a little. Again the escaped danger is making me easy prey for all kinds of emotions.

  “You help cut trees, Aurora much lazy and watch only. You then protect against terrible Small, not think of own safety. You much wonderful, more wonderful than island. And if think brak bring luck, is right. You going to get much lucky tonight. Much.”

  He grabs my shoulders and holds me out from him with the sexiest smirk ever playing on his lips. “Much lucky? Are you going to show me another secret woman thing?”

  Tingles shoot to my crotch at the thought. “Maybe. Maybe I show secret thing. If feed first.”

  I swear his eyes glaze over while I'm staring into them, and when I check with one hand he's going hard again. For a second I consider just doing it here and now, but I decide to wait until we're in the house. The beach is a little too hard and uncomfortable for what I have in mind.

  We gather the light logs into a pile. Then we go back to the house and cook fish and a modified not-Caesar salad while the sun sets and the air cools down a little.

  We drink some of the juice that definitely contains some alcohol and I scoot closer to Trak'zor and lean into him.

  It strikes me that my behavior is maybe not appropriate for an abductee. But I don't really consider Trak'zor a kidnapper anymore. He's never hurt me in the least, just allowed me to stay on his somewhat safe island. I'm probably better off now than before, back at the cave.

  And damn it, he's the greatest guy I've met. He's open to new ideas, even when they come from a woman who didn't grow up in the jungle, like he did. He's kind and fiercely protective. He's smart and active, always improving his little island so that the mythical Woman can have a nice place to live. He's brave and strong and casually, mind-blowingly confident and relaxed in a deadly environment that scares my skirt off.