TakenbytheCaveman

by JaysonJax

  Carter glared at the man before turning to Ma’tic. “We need to keep them locked in here, under guard.”

  Ma’tic called out to his friend and spoke in their tongue. The male came in and nodded, looking ready to stand guard.

  Carter turned to the both of them. “We also need to search the entire island, looking for other humans.” Aden had said there were other pregnant males on the island, and there might be more like him. They needed to find them, as well as, determine if there were any dangers there.

  “Why?” Ma’tic asked.

  “You can’t leave, I won’t go without you,” Carter said. “So we make our home here.”

  Ma’tic cupped the side of Carter’s face and laid a gentle kiss on his lips.

  Ma’tic’s friend grunted something under his breath. His caveman broke their kiss and responded, spreading a hand over Carter’s abdomen.

  “What’s his name?” Carter asked Ma’tic.

  “Ben’ab”

  “Tell him we will rule this island,” Carter said.

  “Rule?” Ma’tic asked. “Island?”

  Carter spread his hands about. “This land is the island. This land is mine. This land is Ma’tic’s. This land is Ben’ab’s.”

  A slow smile drifted over Ma’tic’s lips. “Ours,” he murmured.

  Carter grinned up at his caveman. “Not theirs,” he said, pointing to the medic and the old knight. “Ours.”

  Ma’tic murmured something to Ben’ab, who then returned their smiles. He nodded. “Ours.”

  * * * *

  Five more months passed as they worked to secure the island. Sir Ian remained stable, but was not a well man, either. They kept him comfortable, and under watch. The few humans left on the island were either like Carter, mated and pregnant, or they had nowhere else to go, like Aden. Once they’d cleared the island and determined their resources, Ma’tic and Ben’ab worked to lead the other prehistoric creatures into some semblance of a tribe.

  Some of the creatures were still too wild and animalistic. Those beings remained in their repaired sanctuaries. The ones that were more humanoid lived a life between two worlds, learning as much about the humans as they could while most continued living off the land.

  Thanks to a field of crops that had apparently been worked for the humans living on the island, as well as a large stable of animals, they had a supply of meat and dairy, too.

  As Carter’s stomach swelled, he began using Sir Ian’s library as his own. He kept daily records of what happened on the island, and taught a couple of the youngsters their letters and numbers… with the hope to teach them to read and write later down the road. It was good practice for the babe to come.

  And for Ma’tic, who absorbed things like a sponge. The caveman was still learning to read, but made giant leaps every day. Late into the evening, he’d often find his caveman reading stories Carter had downloaded onto Sir Ian’s Kindle with their spotty connection to the outside world. Before long, Ma’tic might even surpass his love for the written word.

  It was at Sir Ian’s desk Ma’tic found him that evening, as he made notes of their experiences on the island. His caveman entered the room and wound an arm around Carter’s expanding belly. “How fare thee, my love?”

  “What have you been reading?” Carter asked.

  Ma’tic laughed. “Sonnets by a man named Shakes-peare were on Sir Ian’s Kindle machine.”

  “Ahh, that explains it,” Carter said, turning to face his mate. Ma’tic continued to surprise him with the ability the man could grow.

  “I did not understand all his words,” Ma’tic murmured. “Not yet. But I think I understand the idea behind them. Love.”

  Carter smiled up at his caveman. “Love is very much a consistent theme in all of Shakespeare’s work. Whether it brings you joy or sorrow.”

  Ma’tic dragged him ever closer. “You bring me much joy.”

  Carter kissed the man’s lips. “As you do me.”

  Ma’tic ran a hand over Carter’s stomach. “Are you well enough for me to love you?”

  “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with me. Love away.” His caveman had treated him carefully through the outrageous pregnancy, almost too gently.

  Ma’tic smiled as he helped Carter to his feet. He then led Carter through Sir Ian’s grand home and to the bedroom they’d claimed for themselves. His caveman still hadn’t completely grown accustomed to the opulence of the house, but he did seem to enjoy the soft bed.

  And the indoor plumbing. The showers and baths had been fun experiments over the last months, and they’d christened more than one bathroom in the house over the last few months.

  For now, Ma’tic opted for the big bed that dominated the room. After he’d stripped himself, Ma’tic drew Carter’s clothing off as well. His caveman was big, thick, and swollen, as he almost always was when in Carter’s presence. Ma’tic drew up the bed, offering his big tool to Carter’s lips. Carter took the head in with a smile, suckling the big root down his throat. Months of practice had him almost to the point of taking all of the monster cock down.

  Ma’tic’s hips pumped fiercely as he fed his cock into Carter’s mouth. The idaltu man moved one hand to the back of his head and the other to his cock. Carter groaned against Ma’tic’s cock as the caveman stroked his shaft. The feel of the tight fist gripping him was almost too much for Carter.

  While Ma’tic might’ve been tamed in some ways, in bed, the man was still a wild creature. He growled and groaned as he pumped his hips and hand. Carter sensed the man was nearing release…

  But then Ma’tic slipped from his mouth and crawled down Carter’s body. He took Carter’s throbbing cock between his lips. Carter cried out, the feel of Ma’tic’s hot mouth sucking his shaft driving him wild. It only took a few minutes of eager sucking to bring Carter to the edge. A wave of pleasure roiled down his spine as his body tightened.

  Ma’tic lifted his stare as he drew up the tip, meeting Carter’s eyes.

  Carter gasped as the air was knocked from his lungs. A rush of seed spurted from him. He rode the edge of pleasure and pain, crying out as he emptied into Ma’tic’s mouth.

  No sooner had he come, Ma’tic had him on his hands and knees, that thick cock pressing against his asshole. After a swipe of lube, his caveman entered him inch by tormenting inch. By the time he was fully impaled, Carter felt his cock thickening again, ready for a second release so soon after the first.

  Ma’tic rode him hard, driving deep into his depths. He pushed back, meeting his caveman stroke for stroke. The rough fucking was just what he wanted, what he craved. A hand snaked up under him and pinched a tight nipple. Carter moaned. His pecs and nipples had grown so sensitive with his pregnancy, and they bordered between pleasure and pain.

  The tight pinches made him hiss, riding that edge even more.

  Carter lifted his upper body some, grinding back into Ma’tic’s cock. Ma’tic slid both arms around him, cupping one pec with one and sliding down his big, full belly with the other. They writhed together there, Ma’tic driving into his body, making them one. He reached down, gripping his cock in one hand as his caveman filled him.

  “You feel verrr-y good,” Ma’tic whispered into his ear as they moved together.

  “So do you,” Carter said on a sigh, sliding his free hand over the one over his belly.

  Ma’tic’s body stiffened behind him, every muscle growing tense. Carter ground his hips harder, knowing his caveman was close. Ma’tic lowered the hand on his belly and wrapped it around Carter’s and helped stroke the shaft.

  Carter rode the edge, as well. He looked over his shoulder and captured a kiss seconds before his caveman roared with need. Ma’tic came in a rush of hot seed, filling Carter’s ass. Carter followed, erupting over their joined fingers.

  When they slowed their movements, their orgasms fading, they sat there holding one another. Ma’tic was still hard and throbbing inside his ass.

  “My mate,” Ma’tic murmured against Carter’s
ear. “I love you more each day.”

  “I love you, as well,” Carter said lowly, locking his fingers with Ma’tic’s over his swollen belly.

  The baby kicked at that very moment.

  Ma’tic chuckled against his ear. “The babe is strong.”

  “As strong as his father,” Carter said, turning for another kiss.

  The End

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Jayson Jax likes hot, nasty men and writes about them.

  Twisted E Publishing, LLC

  www.twistedepublishing.com