by Edward Lang
Her breasts were large and soft, yet stood out firmly from her body.
Her long legs were like a dancer’s, culminating in an ass that was absolute perfection – big and round and firm.
Her thighs were muscular, with a gap between them… and in the firelight, I could see the tuft of white hair at the bottom of her belly.
She stood there, naked, and then moved towards me.
Her hand grabbed the outline of my erection, and she moved her hand up and down.
“Cock,” she whispered in a pleading voice.
I have never gotten undressed so fast in my entire life.
She giggled and laughed as she helped me pull off my fleece and shirt, then strip off my boots and pants and underwear.
Finally I was standing there naked with her, my erection jutting hard into the air.
She saw it, and her eyes widened, and she burst into a smile.
“Wow,” she whispered as she stared. “Wow, wow, wow.”
I laughed and took her in my arms and kissed her.
She kissed me back for a couple of seconds – and then she broke away, tugging me backwards with her down onto the fur cape we had slept on last night.
“Jack,” she whispered as she lowered herself onto her back, pulling me down on top of her.
Her white hair lay like a halo around her head, and the firelight illuminated her blue skin. Her breasts were so large and firm that they stood up from her chest.
“Jack,” she moaned as she opened her legs to me, spreading them on either side of mine.
I settled down between her legs. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I lowered my mouth to her breast and took her nipple in my mouth.
She grunted and moaned, arching her back as I sucked.
I moved to the other breast, licking and sucking that nipple as well.
She cried out with her high-pitched voice.
Her hips began to writhe beneath me.
“Cock,” she whispered in my ear. “Pussy.”
I grinned. It was a little funny to hear… but god damn was it hot.
I settled in between her thighs and looked down at her face.
Her wide emerald eyes stared into mine.
I kissed her lips once, softly… and then slowly slid into her.
Her eyes got huge, and her mouth opened wide in a surprise ‘O.’
“Jack!” she exclaimed, and moaned in a high-pitched voice.
I slid in even deeper.
“Wow oh wow oh wow,” she whimpered…
…and then I sank all the way inside her.
She was wet and soft and hot and oh so tight. A velvet glove around my rock-hard shaft.
“Unh,” she grunted, her eyes rolling back inside her head.
I stayed like that for a moment, letting her get used to me… and then I began to ease in and out of her.
She moaned and grunted like an animal in heat as I rocked back and forth.
Occasionally she would open her eyes in a half-lidded haze and stare at me… and then go back to her eyes rolling back in her head.
I began to move faster.
She moved her hips beneath me, driving her pelvis into mine.
We began to slap wetly into one another as I plunged deep inside her.
“Unh, unh, unh, unh,” she grunted with every thrust.
Her breasts wobbled beautifully as I slammed into her. I couldn’t look at them too long, or the sight would start to push me over the edge.
I began to change it up – to grind my hips and rotate my cock inside her.
“Oh JACK,” she whimpered, her fingers digging hard into my back.
I kissed her as I thrust inside her, and she kissed me back in a frenzy.
I was getting close – I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer –
Luckily, neither was she.
She started screaming, an animal sound of need and desperation, and held onto my back like a drowning woman holding onto the only thing that could save her.
It was that sound that pushed me over the edge.
“OH FUCK!” I cried out. “OH FUCK – ”
Her screaming became a shriek, and suddenly she was coming.
And so was I.
Her eyes widened, and I stared right into them as I exploded inside her.
“FUCK!” I bellowed.
“OHHHHH!” she screamed, clawing her fingers down my back.
My thrusting slowed, and gradually her scream became a moan, and the moan became a whimper… and her head lolled to one side limply amongst her tangle of white tresses.
We lay like that for a long while, me still inside her, her head off to one side as her breasts slowly stopped heaving and began to move like she was breathing normally.
“Are you okay?” I murmured.
She opened her eyes and gazed at me with half-open lids, like she was high.
“Delicious,” she whispered.
I burst out laughing.
She smiled, her eyes still half-lidded, and then she laughed, too.
I could feel the contractions of her pussy around my cock, still hard inside her, as she laughed.
Delicious, indeed.
Fuck – if you had asked me about all this just an hour before, I would have said it wouldn’t have happened. Hell, I didn’t even know if our parts matched up.
Turned out they matched up really well.
“Mmmm,” I groaned in satisfaction as I began to withdraw.
Suddenly her hands grabbed my ass and kept me from moving.
“What?” I asked as I stared down into her emerald eyes.
Her half-lidded gaze searched my face… and then she whispered, “Again.”
Well, I was still hard. Not quite as hard as before, but certainly enough to continue.
I grinned and kissed her softly… and then we did it again.
12
The week that came after that was one of the best weeks of my life, a mixture of two of the best things life has to offer: testing myself against the elements… and passionate, mind-blowing sex.
The ‘testing against the elements’ part was a continuation of everything I’ve described already, but it was made a whole lot more fun with a partner in crime. Lelia taught me much more about the environment I’d so unceremoniously been plunked into.
She showed me how a specific tree could be harvested for its sap, which was sweet like maple syrup, but with a citrusy tang to it.
For another tree, we dug down beneath the snow until we found its roots, many of which were exposed above the soil. The tree appeared to reproduce by sending out runners and budding asexually, and the small buds – which resembled toadstools – were tasty and filling.
And she took me further down the mountains and deeper into the forest, where smaller wildlife began appearing. Our first foray yielded five small animals that looked like squirrels, which we roasted over the fire that night.
When I asked her about birds, though – which I had to pantomime by putting my hands together and flapping the ‘wings’ – she looked confused. Not at what I was depicting, but how to answer the question.
“Birds… later,” she said, obviously struggling to find a word to describe why there weren’t any around.
I thought for a minute how best to describe what I wanted to get across. I figured a picture might be best.
We were standing in the woods outside after a fresh snowfall, so I had plenty of drawing canvas to work with.
I made a crude line drawing of a landscape with jagged mountains, then pointed up at the mountains around us, then back at the drawing. “Mountains up there… are same mountains here. Understand?”
She nodded. “Mountains,” she said, then pointed up at the real ones, then down at my drawing.
Okay, we had that much established, at least.
Then I drew two little stick figures – one with two curls of long hair on her shoulders, the other bald. “Lelia and Jack,” I
said, pointing back and forth from us to the little stick figures.
She smirked a little, then held out a hand. “Stop.”
Stop?
She bent over, got a handful of snow, and began rolling something in her palm.
Then she plucked a twig off a nearby tree.
Finally she put two round globes on the chest of the long-haired stick lady…
…and the twig standing up from the crotch of the other stick man.
“Lelia and Jack,” she said with a big grin.
I burst out laughing, and she giggled along with me.
It was a pretty damn good joke, especially for two people who didn’t even share a single word in common just a few days before.
It didn’t hurt my ego that she’d given me an, ahem, very substantial twig compared to the rest of my stick-figure body. My line-drawing self could have definitely worked in stick-person porn.
“Lelia and Jack,” I agreed.
Then I fished my headlamp out of my pocket. It was one of the things that had amazed her most when I first showed it to her. She had played with it for several minutes, shining it all over the inside of the cave. I couldn’t quite get across the idea that the battery would run out, though, so she’d gotten a bit cross when I’d taken it away from her.
I clicked the light on and shined it down on the snow. Then I pointed up at the sun.
“Sun,” I said, pointing both above us and at the headlamp.
“Sun,” she agreed.
I moved the headlamp in an arc over the drawings, until the light dropped down to the ground on the other side of the ‘mountain’ – at which point I turned it off.
I then grabbed the low-hanging limb of a fir tree and covered the drawing with it, casting a shadow over the snow.
“Night,” I said.
“Ahhh… night,” she said.
Then I brought the headlamp over to the left side of the drawing and pushed it down in the snow. I turned it back on and slowly lifted it over the snow to simulate dawn.
“Morning,” I said.
“Good morning!” she said with a big smile. Every time we woke, ‘good morning’ was our customary greeting.
Well, that and sex.
“Yes,” I said, then made the headlamp sun move in an arc over the drawing until it set and I turned it off. “Day.”
“No sun, night. Sun, day,” she said.
“Yes!” I exclaimed happily. She got it.
Now for the interesting part.
“One day, two days, three days, four days, five days…”
I continued to count.
“…29, 30 days. Birds here in 30 days?”
She looked up in the air as though figuring something out. Then she shook her head. “One hundred days.”
100 was as far as I’d taught her so far.
So about three months – or what would have been three months back on Earth.
Maybe the birds had migrated… gone south for the winter… or whatever direction birds went for warmer climes.
Then she surprised me again, in more ways than one.
“Two… hundred days?” she asked tentatively.
That was impressive. She had made the deductive leap by using one and two and applying it to multiples of hundreds.
But it also meant that we wouldn’t be seeing any birds for over six months.
Fuck.
This was going to be a long-ass winter…
I showed her some other things, too, besides just my stick-figure map.
One was I reenacted how I had caught the buck using my rope. Or I tried to, anyway.
I wasn’t about to jump out of a tree to impress her, so I made do with a little twig-like version of myself jumping out of a two-foot-tall fir.
And to represent my quarry, I made a tiny buck with sticks for legs, a snowball for a body, and a smaller snowball head with stick antlers.
She didn’t get it at first – but when I made the stick-man jump off the tree, then closed the rope around the wooden leg and hauled Frosty the Snow Deer up into the air (at which point he promptly fell apart), her mouth dropped open in amazement.
“No,” she said in shock.
“Yes!” I said with a big grin.
“No!” she said, grinning appreciatively like I was the high-school running back who had caught the game-winning touchdown.
“Yes! Why, how do you hunt deer?” I asked.
She frowned, not understanding.
I pointed at her, then at the remains of Frosty the Snow Deer. “How Lelia get deer?”
“Oh,” she said.
She picked up her spear, aimed the tip at what remained of poor Frosty, and stabbed the snow savagely.
CHFFF!
Well, that was pretty clear.
Speaking of weapons and hunting, we also worked on the bow and arrows. I whittled a dozen arrows and fitted them with sharp, thin bits of stone that Lelia struck from the mica-like rocks. I had no feathers for the fletching, so I had to improvise. I finally came up with small wedges of wood that I forced into slots I carved into the arrows.
I also slit the climbing rope apart and pulled apart the threads until I had a thinner but still incredibly strong bowstring. That allowed the arrows to be much more slender, since I didn’t have to create a nock at the end that would accommodate a thicker rope.
Lelia and I practiced for hours, shooting into a snowman that I made with her help. We were terrible at first – even though we were only 15 feet away, the arrows almost never hit the snowman at all. Then we occasionally got better… and better… until a majority of our arrows hit the snowman.
Then we backed up another five feet, and started the process all over again.
Lelia loved it, though. For her, it was like practicing with Harry Potter’s wand or something. I mean, I supposed I could understand it: it was technology she’d never seen before, so it was truly fascinating to her.
As the days stretched on, we got better and better, until we could reliably hit the snowman at 30 feet away. We didn’t get a chance to try it on deer, though I did practice on squirrels. Wasn’t able to hit a single one.
But Lelia was enthusiastic enough about archery that I started a second bow and set of arrows for her.
That pretty much covers ‘surviving the elements.’
The sex part… well, that happened pretty much any time we were inside the cave.
In the mornings she would roll over onto me with a sleepy smile and take advantage of my morning wood.
Every night we made love before falling asleep.
And if we came back to the cave midday, I could usually persuade her to indulge in a quickie – or just about anything else you can imagine.
Imagine finding the most beautiful woman you can picture in your mind’s eye, with the face of an angel and the body of a sex goddess. (Forget the whole ‘blue and pointy ears’ thing.)
Now imagine that she knows just the basics of sex – and most of that is about the missionary position. But she’s insanely curious, and she’s eager to try anything and everything you show her.
Also imagine that she probably never orgasmed before, or that it wasn’t that great, so you are literally the most amazing lover she’s ever had by several orders of magnitude.
Add in the fact that she doesn’t seem to know much about her own anatomy, so that when you bust out even the most basic new move – like oral sex – she acts like you’re David Copperfield and just made the Statue of Liberty disappear. Except it gave her a screaming orgasm in the process.
Also factor in that she’s incredibly grateful, and every time you do something to her, she wants to do it back to you – twice.
Now, imagine that she has a sex drive that equals or possibly even exceeds your own.
For most red-blooded heterosexual males, I’ve pretty much just described Heaven.
Jack was a happy camper.
The sex part, though, came with a bit of a darker side.
Part of me struggled with t
he memory of Katie. There were times after making love to Lelia where I would plunge into a mini-depression of guilt.
It’s been a year, Jack. She would want you to move on.
That feeling actually came to a head in a conversation I had with Lelia.
Over the course of the week, she had picked up far more English. Both her vocabulary and grammar were rapidly improving. We were at the point where we were having lengthy conversations about the real world, although we hadn’t exactly gotten to abstract topics yet. We hadn’t discussed things we couldn’t see in front of us.
That quickly changed.
13
We were lying in each other’s arms after a particularly fun evening romp. The fire was crackling just a few feet away, drying the sweat from our bodies.
The morning after we’d made first made love, I had hauled up a ton of fir branches and placed them over the cave entrance, using the overlapping boughs of needles to block out the frigid air. Now the majority of the cave was toasty warm, although we were still able to refrigerate the venison by placing it right at the entrance.
As I spooned Lelia from behind and kissed her shoulder, a thought occurred to me.
“Lelia, how did you get here?”
“I ran from wolves,” she said matter-of-factly, her voice drowsy with sleep.
I chuckled. “No, I mean, how did you get to this world?”
She turned around enough that she could look at me. “World?”
I gestured towards the cave entrance. “The world is everything but the sky. The mountains, the forests, the snow… that’s the world. How did you get to this world?”
“Oh. Mother made Lelia baby.”
She spread her legs, put her hands to her crotch, and gestured as though she were pulling out an invisible infant.
“Waaaah!” she said quite seriously, imitating a baby’s cry.
I laughed pretty damn hard at that one.
She frowned, not understanding what I found so funny.
“What?” she demanded.
“I didn’t expect you to act it out,” I said.
We had already covered ‘expect’ and ‘act’ earlier in the week, so she got what I meant immediately.
“Oh,” she said, and her frown turned to a giggle.
“You do a good imitation of a baby,” I teased her.
