Caveman Alien's Pride

by Calista Skye

  He's got the sexiest body ever, stripes and all. And those crazy features that help him fuck me better than any woman has been fucked in the history of the universe.

  I'm hot and bothered, and the booze juice is lowering my inhibitions.

  “I take bath,” I announce and casually strip naked in front of him. “Want be clean for later. Trak'zor maybe come?”

  I sashay towards the little creek where the water from the spring comes up, swaying my naked butt more than I usually do. I can't help it. This ultra-masculine man makes me feel gloriously feminine.

  I step down into the little pond and sit down on a submerged rock, leaning back onto another. The soothing coolness rinses the fatigue and the dirt off me, leaving only a calm peace.

  And a breathless horniness that I don't think I've felt quite like this before.

  Trak'zor joins me, and I enjoy the show as he rinses himself off while his cock is reaching skywards from his crotch, including its absolutely scandalous appendages and features.

  He sits beside me, and I grab onto his hard manhood under the water. My breath is shallow and my mouth is dry, and from the looks he's giving me, I'm pretty sure he's just as ready.

  No, I can't take this tension anymore.

  “Let's go inside house,” I suggest and stand up. “More comfortable.”

  I sashay inside with him following me. We dry off and I rearrange the pile of not-sheep skins to form a soft bed with room for a woman and two men, because Trak'zor is very large.

  Then I place a hand on his scarred, striped chest and look up into those luminous sapphires he has for eyes.

  “Aurora now show secret,” I say in a voice that's going hoarse. “Trak'zor decide what to do with.”

  Then I get on the bed on all fours, spreading my knees and pressing my chest to the fur in the most lecherous display of feminine submission I've ever given anyone. I stretch my arms forwards over my head as if they were tied, presenting all my charms for this alien caveman to take his pleasure from as he pleases.

  And I'm not disappointed. He gives off a growl that has to be the sexiest sound I've ever heard, a mix of awe and surprise and pleasure and a determined intent with a dangerous nuance to it. It mixes a little bit of fear into my arousal, and that in turn releases more heat to my already dripping pussy. I don't know him that well, after all.

  He gets into position behind me, surveying the female landscape in front of him. He places large, callused hands on my hips and squeezes the soft, pliant flesh. And there's a lot of it to squeeze.

  He's still growling, and I can't help moaning in expectation of what is about to happen.

  I arch my back more in blatant invitation. I've never felt more primal than this, offering myself to a huge and primitive caveman with fangs, on top of furs in his primitive house on a jurassic planet. This is as far from my beige dorm room as it is possible to get, and right now, I absolutely love it.

  His hands explore the wealth of womanhood offered to him, and then he slaps my ass, not very hard.

  “Ooooh yeahhhhh,” I groan spontaneously, surprising myself. I didn't think I was that much in favor of that kind of thing, but with Trak'zor I guess I am.

  He gets it and gives me a couple of more slaps, stinging my cheeks just right and astounding me in the best way possible, because this isn't the kind of thing his shaman will have taught him. This is instinctive, I'm pretty sure.

  Then his cock is at my pussy, spreading the lips and sliding back and forth in the slit, getting nice and lubed up for what he has in mind. For a second I worry that he'll try something there, further back, because if that's ever going to happen, I'll need several months to prepare for his size.

  But his rod is still at my pussy, and now he's located the hole and pushes in an inch, forcing a relieved and encouraging moan from me. He can just impale me now, for all I care. I'm extremely ready for him.

  And then he does. His cock pushes its way into my sex in one slow, but unstoppable thrust. He bottoms out in me and I moan with just a little urgency, because I'm very, very filled up.

  He pulls out again, and all the little nerve endings send astounded little signals of total pleasure to my mind and my spine and everywhere else.

  He pushes in again, faster and harder, and the signals get more intense. My core is filling up with liquid heat, but I don't want to come yet – I want to experience this to the fullest.

  He fucks me calmly and deliberately, forcing my embarrassingly slick tunnel to acknowledge his masculine might and the fact that he has all the power here. It makes it so easy to give in to it.

  My pussy gives off wet squelching noises with each thrust in and out, and I can smell my own arousal in the air, mixed with the smoke from the fire and the earthy smell of the clean fur.

  He growls with each stroke, and I moan and whimper and I don't know what else, because I'm not in control of myself right now and I just let my body do whatever it wants. The heat is building fast right at my very center and my noises take on more urgency

  Then I feel more going on at my pussy, right on the outside, moving up.

  “Oohh yeaaahhhh...” I groan, because his cock is just turning me into a brainless sexpot right now, and I'm pretty sure I know what's coming. This caveman is fucking me like a bitch in heat, and I'm totally responding to it.

  His second, smaller and softer cock slides over my clit and sends a shower of white sparks through my mind and my body. Then it stays there and I'm pretty sure it's vibrating. Whatever's happening, it's igniting the heat he's built up in me like a keg of gunpowder.

  I think I hold my breath for a couple of seconds, just feeling it happen. Then I scream out my joy as a wave of golden bliss flows through me and takes me with it to some faraway land of bliss that's still right here on these furs.

  At the same time, Trak'zor starts fucking me faster and harder, my screams increase in pitch, and then he gives off a deep, triumphant yell and sprays inside me again, so hard my badly distracted mind thinks he must be using some kind of firehose.

  I cling to the climax that's still sloshing around in me, while he still fucks me, slowing down his thrusts because I'm pretty sure he has to be getting sensitive, too.

  Then he lets his cock stay inside me while my pussy twitches around it and I tremble with aftershocks that give me goosebumps.

  “You,” I pant, “is much wonderful.”

  He leans over my still presented ass to kiss my ear. “You showed me many secrets. I think it is you who are wonderful.”

  I roll over on my side and grab hold of his hand, because I want him close still. “Okay. We wonderful both.”

  19

  - Aurora -

  So I guess I've been running on a sleep deficit for a while, because the last thing I remember is Trak'zor placing a fur over me and then me deciding that I would get up to drink a bowl of water.

  Well, that never happened. Now the sun is rising and my mouth is parched.

  I stretch between the furs that keep me warm, but never let me get too hot. We have the same kind of furs back at the cave, just not this large or thick. I usually prefer not to shoot smaller not-sheep, because they give me more work when it comes to skinning them. But I think now maybe they would be worth it. This fur is denser, but somehow lighter.

  My hand is on something hard, yet soft and warm. Trak'zor is beside me, still fast asleep, breathing calmly and sending impossibly slow and powerful heartbeats up my arm from his chest. His sheer size and manliness make me want to embrace him.

  So I do, feeling the firmness of relaxed muscle, the smoothness of his skin and the rougher texture of his stripes. My hand wanders down to his bare crotch, because nothing has ever called to me in quite the same way. His morning hardness fills my hand and then some, sending sweet barbs of hotness to my pussy. The things he can do with this ...

  But he's asleep and I have another pressing need.

  I get up and pull my old clothes on, making a mental note to maybe get some new threads soon
. Maybe Trak'zor will let me convert his fabric garments to something that might fit me?

  I look up and out of the house to check for dactyls, absentmindedly wondering if I'll ever be able to quit that habit, even if I get back to Earth. People will think I have some kind of airplane phobia if I'm always nervously looking to the sky, as if I'm expecting to be abducted by some extremely silent helicopter. Or UFO.

  I shudder. That was how I got here in the first place, and being beamed into a flying saucer by the damned Plood aliens is not something I wish to ever do again. We still have a vague hope that they will come and pick us up again to take us back home, but if they came now, I'm not sure I'd cooperate.

  I see no saucers or dactyls, so I march out into the sun and over to the shielded pit that's similar to the one we have back at the cave. Then I clean up in the creek, feeling another little wave of horniness when I recall what I did here last. Fuck, that caveman makes me feel sexy.

  I dig into the ashes of the fire for embers, use them to light up a handful of dry grass, and then the fire is burning and I can start cooking breakfast. Trak'zor deserves the best food I know how to make.

  I open his food store and feel a strange sense of wealth. The selection and the quality of the food he's collected here is quite sensational.

  I help myself to some vegetables, some roots and a little heap of spicy leaves. I find some turkeypig slices I'll try to fry like bacon. If I had flour and yeast, I'd totally try to bake a loaf of bread, but I don't think anyone on this planet has ever seen those things. Except mustn't they have yeast if they can make alcohol? Maybe in the bottom of the this store ...

  I lift a little packet of meat wrapped in green leaves.

  Underneath it is the stone orb that Trak'zor wouldn't let me open. Perhaps it contains yeast? Maybe it's considered a magic and secret substance here, one that works in mysterious ways to create booze.

  I reach out and grab it. It's heavy and polished to a perfect roundness. It must have taken someone a long time to-

  “Better if you don't touch that.”

  I'm so startled I almost drop the orb. Trak'zor is standing right behind me.

  “Just want see if contains ... important things,” I try.

  He reaches out and takes the orb from my hand. “It does. So important that not even Aurora may open it. It was given to me by the Ancestors.”

  Thankfully he's not angry, just serious, like a father telling a four-year-old why she shouldn't stick her hand into a fire.

  “Okay. But is something that put in juice to make ... nice? Feel good and little crazy?” I point to the jar he poured from last night.

  “No.” He carefully places the orb back in the food store and closes the lid. “That juice is made in another way.”

  “How?”

  He takes some of the food from my hands and walks me back to the fire. “Pick gorel fruits and leave them alone for a while in a shady place until they have the correct smell and flavor. Then press them and filter the juice through fabric. Leave juice in big jar for some days. Carefully filter again and pour into smaller jars. Then serve to nosy woman who shoot innocent man with angry sticks and always try open Trak'zor secret container.”

  I squeal as he pinches my butt. Then he sits down and starts stripping the bark from a sapling, giving me a blue glance with an unmistakable glint in it.

  I sit down myself and sort the foods I've got. “You be nice to Aurora, not call nosy even if true. Also, you know what happen if mock speech. You were warned. Now Aurora speak English only.”

  I take a deep breath. “So I really liked the way you fucked me last night. You're the best lover I've had. You're sensationally good. And you're just spectacularly hot. And you seem ... I don't know. Good, I guess. You have a big heart, it seems to me. But I've been wrong about guys before. Like, totally stupidly wrong on a fucking basic level. Except I don't think I'm wrong about you. You know how they say that character is what we do when nobody's looking? Well, nobody's looking at you right now. Nobody knows I'm here. You could have done whatever the fuck you wanted with me. And you did. It's just that what you wanted was to feed me and make me safe and make me feel good about myself. That's your character. I kind of like that. A lot. As in, I'm totally falling for you. Did your shaman tell you about love? Or just the sex and the Worship? Oh, and you don't have to wait for me to strip. You can just bend me over and fuck me anytime you want. I'm always ready for you. I kind of want you to be rough with me, because I like seeing that part of you, too. You're the man of my dreams. You make me want to totally surrender to you. I've never felt that before. And I'm going to enjoy it to the fullest for as long as I can.”

  He's just looking at me emptily. Yeah, a total stream-of-consciousness harangue in an alien language would confuse the shit out of me, too.

  I give him a sweet smile. “You like? Aurora keep speaking English?”

  And for the first time, I'm seeing him laugh. It's a deep, delighted laughter, genuinely amused and totally sincere because this natural man has no idea what pretense is. He lifts his hands, palms out. “Okay. Stop, stop. I take it back. You're not nosy. Only curious. Very slightly curious.”

  “Much better,” I state and turn the turkeypig slices over on the flat rock that's our frying pan, contemplating just sitting down astride his lap right now to feel him inside me again. “Now you know what can happen.”

  He chuckles and keeps working. “Crazy woman.”

  I take a slice of turkeypig and raise it to his mouth. He deserves a reward. “You try.”

  He chews the slice.

  “Very good,” he says and raises his eyebrows. “More flavor than before.”

  “Fry for longer than usual,” I explain. “Then let sit for little while to make it crispy, drain fat.”

  It's not quite bacon, but it's the closest I can get without any actual pork at hand.

  Trak'zor makes the asphalt brew which I'm starting to like, probably because he makes it. I still miss coffee, of course. And bread and pasta and pizza and everything else. But seriously, none of those things are in my immediate future. Or even in my distant future. For once, that thought doesn't make my mind cloud over.

  I clean the cooking stuff, Trak'zor gives me the fishing rod he's made while we ate and then we're ready for the day.

  When we get to the beach, there's no sign of the brak on the other side of the water.

  “That's the jungle,” Trak'zor says calmly after he lifts the 'bridge' into place. “Dead beings are eaten by living beings in a very short time.”

  He balances across to the other side, and we quickly get the remaining logs of the light wood onto the island side. Then I walk over to him. The only sign of the fight yesterday is the deep grooves that the brak gouged into the rock. Shit. If I ever meet one of those things, I'll just kill myself. Save him the trouble and myself the final horror.

  I stay close to Trak'zor while we walk quietly in among the trees. Once more I miss my bow. It may only be good for taking down not-sheep and cavemen, but it made me feel a little safer.

  Trak'zor stops by a tree of a kind that I've seen before, but never approached because the hundreds of moving vines that hangs from it always reminded me of a living spider's web and I was afraid of being caught up in them. But he casually cuts his way through, all the way in to the trunk, and waves for me to follow.

  I tiptoe after him in among the thin, pale green vines.

  He takes hold of a vine with both hands and pulls on it, then hangs from it with his full weight.

  “Is tough vine,” I whisper. “Perfect. Cut some and let's go.”

  He shimmies up the vine with an agility that nobody his size and weight should be able to display, and then he chops off another vine that falls down into a coil by my feet.

  I nod in satisfaction. This should work just fine.

  He cuts down more vines, and then he slides down. We collect the coils and carry them over to the island. Trak'zor pulls the bridge over to our side, and I bre
athe a sigh of relief. The safety of this island is starting to become necessary for me.

  I survey the pile of light logs and the coils of vine. “You ever build raft?”

  Trak'zor looks at me and raises his eyebrows quizzically.

  It doesn't surprise me. This has to be the only lake in a very wide radius. Whenever the cavemen in this area come across water, it's always a creek or a waterfall or springs of some kind. There are some rivers here, but they flow too fast. All other volumes of water they can lay a tree trunk across or just swim. It's no mystery if the cavemen never invented the boat.

  “Raft is thing for float on water, can travel without bridge. Can go to New Island, explore!”

  He looks at the logs with new interest. “These will take us to New Island?”

  I nod with a confidence I'm not really feeling. “Yes. We place logs beside other log, tie together. Will float, Aurora and Trak'zor sit on top, much happy and go around lake safely from Water Big. Probably.”

  He scratches his chin. Then he fixes me with a very blue stare. “How do you know about these things?”

  Finally. If he hadn't asked me that now, I'd have started to worry about his IQ. I've prepared what to say.

  “I come from place with much water.”

  “From the Ancestors?”

  And that's the sticky point. I'm not sure if that question has a good answer. I've been pondering what to say about this, and I've concluded that I'll trust my own judgement of him. He's too bright to believe I'm the Woman from that Prophecy now, and he's too decent to chase me away. Or worse. Still butterflies take off in my stomach. So much depends on how he takes this.

  I look into his eyes, managing not to wince from the intensity of his gaze. “No. Not from the Ancestors. The Plood abducted me from my world and took me here. Along with other women. We are six. We have tribe.” I point in the direction where the cave is.