by Calista Skye
He leans back on his straight arms, and he's obviously giving in to the pleasure. And to me, in a way.
I want to reward him for going with the flow, so I speed up a little, and his groans and moans and breathing pick up too. Again the power I have here makes me giddy – I've never had a guy respond more perfectly to my moves, and at the back of my mind I think that he's probably a spectacular lover. I guess there's something to be said for not laying eyes on a woman until you're in your mid-twenties, which is the age I'm guessing for Dar'ax.
I use one hand to play gently with his heavy balls, then take him a fraction deeper into my mouth so I almost choke on him, but not quite. I increase the pressure and then I start making mewling little noises so it will seem to him that he's fucking my mouth.
He stiffens, his breath goes ragged and then his huge, alien cock swells and he grunts deeply as he shoots boiling hot juice into my mouth in hard spurts.
I keep my mouth on his cock until he's done, which takes a while. Well, it's his first time. I'll take it.
Then I kiss the tip and turn around to spit out the copious amounts of manly seed I sucked from him. It doesn't taste bad at all, certainly much fresher than any other guy I've tasted. But there's a lot.
“You know,” I say in English as I turn back, “I'll totally swallow some day. But we're not quite there yet, you and I.”
He's still breathing hard, and his cock is still twitching. “Heidi ...”
I smile. “Heidi wonderful, yes?”
“Wonderful,” he confirms slowly and looks at me with puzzlement. “I had no idea ...”
“No idea woman could Worship man?”
“Worship,” he moans, and his eyes go to my crotch. “Does Heidi want ... will Heidi allow ...?”
A hard tingle shoots through my lower regions. “Dar'ax to Worship her? Yes. Only fair.”
I pull my dress over my head and discard it. The time for being coy and hard to get is over. I want him to Worship me good.
Dar'ax eagerly bounces to his feet, then takes my hand and leads me over to a better patch of ground, where there's soft, fresh moss and a pleasant shadow. I sit down, so excited my movements are a little uncoordinated.
His cock is still stiff, and bounces with his movements. I'm convinced he would be ready for anything right now.
I'm not sure how much I have to lead him here. I know that both Ar'ox and Jax'zan learned how to pleasure women when they were young, because the shamans in their villages would teach them and demonstrate on wooden models or something, just in case they were to come across the mythical Woman in the woods. But without anyone to practice on, I think it has to be limited how good they could get.
Dar'ax kneels beside me and lays me down, folds his loincloth to a pillow and puts it under my head. Then he critically runs an eye over my position, bends his neck and kisses my cheek so softly I think I'll swoon while his dry, fresh scent fills my nose. At the same time he cups one breast in his hand and somehow both rubs the sensitive underside and strokes the nipple just right, sending sweet little shots of lightning from there all the way down to my clit.
“Yeah, okay, that works,” I gasp, relieved. I don't think he'll need any instructions from me. In fact I think I'll get his shaman a bunch of flowers, if ever I meet him.
He works his way down my neck, kissing just firmly enough to not tickle. Then his tongue is playing around one nipple, then the other one, before he takes them in his mouth and sucks each one, with just enough pressure and softness to keep a steady flow of tingles going.
But I'm impatient now. I want to feel him further down. Much further down. I spread my legs as a signal for him to move on, but just as I'm considering pushing his head down, he starts moving in the right direction by himself.
Again he places hot little kisses on my sensitive skin as he makes his way straight for the main event, and I arch my back involuntarily when he takes his mouth off me, because surely the next touch will be right there. But then it turns out to be a trick, and he kisses me down along the side of the slit. I'm conscious that I haven't been able to do much upkeep there, because scandalously, Gillette doesn't have outlets in this jungle. But that's one good thing about being his first – he has nothing to compare me to, so I'm pretty sure a little bit of wild grassland isn't going to turn him off.
Now he's swirling his tongue around the slit, not quite touching the most sensitive parts - until suddenly he does. Right at the opening down there, too, sticking his warm, hard tongue a little bit in while also giving the flesh around it exactly the right attention.
I moan loudly, because this I can't contain. “Stars, that shaman of yours is gonna get sooo many flowers.”
At this point I lose track of exactly what he's doing there – I just know it's the right thing. He's building up my expectation for when he'll finally touch my clit with his tongue, which I suppose is fair. I teased him a little too, when I blew him.
Happy sparks of delight are shooting from my pussy and all through my pelvis, and I can feel that he's moving his hot, soft, wet mouth up my slit, slowly, but surely. His tongue must have special features too, because nothing's ever felt like this. There has to be texture to it, ribs and soft serrations. Was this whole guy just made to be a sex toy? Because damn.
Now I'm bucking uncontrollably, because my clit is electric with tension and readiness, and I'm sure it must be standing tall out of its hood. The rest of the world just disappears and all that exists is my pussy and his mouth.
At this point, his shaman is looking at a pretty huge arrangement of tulips for his cave. And I'm thinking something that hangs?
The heat increases, and now the tingles are shooting up my spine. Dammit, am I going to come without him even touching my clit? I arch my back and try to push my pussy harder into his face. I need him on my clit. Now I just don't care anymore, and I spread my legs so lewdly that I would have blushed if I weren't so horny.
And then he blows on it. Searing hot air lightly stimulates every nerve ending on my clit so I think it might burst, and it's followed by a soft, textured tongue sliding along it, but not quite on it. I get it – he's showing me that he's in control now, just like I was in control of him earlier. He decides when my clit gets touched, and I have no say in it.
And that suits me fine. I want him to make that decision for me, to allow me or deny me pleasure at his whim. That's how good he is.
As if he can feel me giving in and submitting totally to his touch, he gently sucks my clit in between his hot, wet lips and flicks across it twice, and I buck and whimper in unrestrained joy as the hard spark of pure pleasure shoots through my whole body and my soul, too.
He was slow to get there, but now he gives it all his attention with fast flicks and vibrations from his wondrous tongue. Stars, he's great. This primitive caveman who's now eating me out expertly in the wild jungle, under an alien sun. This tough warrior who seems to have made me the center of his life right now, and who has the confidence and bravery to ride a freaking T. Rex. And now he's giving me pleasure like nobody else ever could, and his sharp, white fangs are so close to my pussy ...
The thoughts cascade wildly until my mind just explodes in ecstasy. The final buildup is fast and furious, and my moans get louder and higher until I plunge into the climax and I just scream.
And scream. And moan and babble and whimper and squeal and groan deep in my throat and scream again.
Dar'ax lets me enjoy it just right, with just gentle reminders of his tongue that he's still there, and it prolongs my orgasm so much I can't remember ever having had anything like it.
Then he slides up and holds me while I shudder with delightful little aftershocks.
Shit – I could get addicted to this caveman.
As if, I think lazily with a mind where there is no censorship right now, I'm not addicted to him already.
I feel like I could just lie here forever, I'm so relaxed. And while it usually takes me a while to recover after an orgasm, right now I fe
el like I could handle another one pretty soon. It's totally weird.
I slowly focus my eyes on Dar'ax. “Your shaman – you think he like orchids?”
- - -
Dar'ax goes to get more food, and I see him checking on the one bag he was able to rescue from the deadbites. It must be pretty important, because he makes sure to keep it close to him at all times. I'm curious about what's inside, but not curious enough to look. If I know this planet, the more you know about it, the more scary it is. So I won't stick my nose where it doesn't belong. I just might lose it.
And right now, I don't care about much except what is going to happen to the two of us. My knees are still weak from the Xren-shattering orgasm he gave me, and I think he really enjoyed the blowjob, too.
He builds another fire, I light it with my glasses and then we just sit there while we're roasting turkeypig slices on skewers that he's made from fresh twigs.
Dar'ax still doesn't smile, but he looks at me more now, as if he's just discovered that I'm here. I hope it's a good sign.
He gazes over at Gerk, who's been away for a while but returned with dark stains around his mouth, so I think he went to kill himself some lunch.
“Today I will travel in that direction,” Dar'ax says and points. “I will find the Nusin tribe and fulfill my mission. You can come. Or go back to your own tribe.”
“What is mission?”
He stares into the fire. “It's an important mission. My honor depends on it. It does not really concern you. But I want you to come with me. Because I don't want to be away from you. At the same time, I don't want you to be in danger. Perhaps your tribe is safer and you should return.”
“Mission is dangerous?”
He juts his chin out. “Everything on Xren is dangerous.”
“Going back to Heidi tribe alone also dangerous,” I point out.
“Heidi will not be alone. Gerk will carry you. Not dangerous.”
I turn my head to look over at the freaking T. Rex. Not dangerous? Does he think I'm blind even with my glasses? “Gerk will kill Heidi.”
Dar'ax considers it for a disturbingly long time, looking thoughtfully over at Gerk. “He will carry you.”
“And will not kill me?”
He scratches his chin. “He will maybe kill you.”
Well, at least he's honest. As if admitting that a freaking T. Rex can kill you isn't the most obvious thing in the world.
“What is Dar'ax mission?”
He sighs. “Find Nusin tribe.”
“Find Nusin, then?”
“When I find them, I will let the Ancestors guide me.”
“You want join Nusin tribe?”
His eyes flash again. “No!”
“What you want?”
“I'll find the Nusin, and then I'll do what the Ancestors tell me to.”
So I guess he doesn't know what he'll do. “What happen to Dar'ax tribe?”
He just looks at me, and immediately I feel bad for asking about it. It's obviously a sore point for him.
He takes a skewer off the fire, examines it and hands it to me. Then he takes another for himself and bites into it.
I follow his example and chew the tender meat. Again he's given me the best cut from the turkeypig.
Well, he opened up a little about what he's going to do. And it's the first time he's offered to let me leave. I'm pretty sure it's not an easy thing for him to give up Gerk, either. But he means it.
I have to collect my thoughts, even if my mind is still overflowing with pleasant chemicals and memories from the sensational orgasm he gave me.
So. He did kidnap me. But it's not like he taped me up and put me in his trunk and raped me. It was more an act of impulse, which I kind of understand from a strong, masculine dude like him the first time he sees a woman. He had no plans for me, but he made sure that I didn't come to any harm and that I was comfortable.
He went through all kinds of hell to keep me safe from the deadbites and then to get my glasses back, just because he thought that they're an important part of me. He keeps feeding me, and he's willing to give up his T. Rex so I can get home safe. Or as safe as anyone can be while riding a dinosaur. In fairness, it's the best he can do. Apart from taking me back to Bune himself.
And now he says he doesn't want to be away from me. It's really hard to dislike a guy like that, especially when he's just eaten you out like he's a pussy licking instructor or something.
“Dar'ax take Heidi to Bune?” Hell, it's worth a shot.
“I must fulfill my mission,” he says with a finality that doesn't need any translation. He'll give me Gerk if I want him, and that's it.
“Dar'ax take Heidi back to Bune, join Heidi tribe,” I persist. “Very wonderful tribe! Have many ...” I bite my lips as I rack my brain. What do the girls have right now? We left the cave with only the clothes on our backs and some wooden spears. That old spaceship isn't ours, and it might not give us anything other than false hope. We don't even have a steady supply of clean water right now.
“Have many plans,” I conclude, just to say something. But I can hear how feeble it sounds. I guess there's a reason I've never worked as a saleslady.
He doesn't even reply, and we eat the rest of the turkeypig in silence.
Then Dar'ax kicks rocks onto the dying fire to douse it and stands up. “Heidi now go home to her tribe. Gerk will carry you.”
I heard once that if you have a choice between two options, and you don't know what to do, you can flip a coin. And if you feel disappointed when you see the result, you pick the other option. Right now I feel the same thing. I don't want to leave Dar'ax. He's probably the best man I've ever met, honorable and strong and competent and modest. Maybe he could go a little lighter on the self-sacrifice, but I think that's just who he is. He's totally awesome and he has no idea.
Back at Bune, I have a life that's not too great. I'll have company from the other girls, but over the past months, the atmosphere in our little tribe has darkened a little. Some of the girls are losing their hope that we'll ever get home to Earth, and the lack of the creature comforts we're used to from home is starting to take its toll. There's constant, bitter swearing and more frequent crying at night. Things aren't working out quite as well as we wanted them to.
With Dar'ax, I've been perfectly comfortable. And safe like never before on Xren.
And he has a secret, a darkness in him that I now really want to unlock and maybe even try to heal. He's awesome the way he is. What would he be like if he could shed that burden he's so clearly carrying?
I stand up and straighten my stiff, dirty old dress. Then I raise my head and lock eyes with the caveman towering over me. “Heidi come with Dar'ax. Dar'ax do mission. Then Dar'ax take Heidi to Bune.”
We stand like that for several heartbeats, just staring into each other's eyes.
And then the sun comes out from behind a dark cloud. All the blossoms in the field open as one. Birds start cartwheeling in the sky, tweeting the most wonderful love songs. Meghan Trainor comes out of the jungle singing All About that Bass. And I win the lottery.
Actually, none of those things happen. It just feels like they do. Because what really happens is this: Dar'ax smiles.
The world brightens, my soul soars and there are sudden tears in my eyes. That's the shyest, happiest, most boyish smile I've ever seen, showing sparkly white teeth and tiger-like fangs, while the flickering yellow fire in his eyes briefly changes to a steady light. It's so genuine it takes my breath away, and he looks sensational. He hasn't smiled for a long time, I just know it. For years, I'd bet.
And now he does it. Just because he's happy I agreed to come with him.
Dammit, I was so determined not to fall for my kidnapper. But I think I just did.
16
- Dar'ax -
I help Heidi up on Gerk and stand behind her as he walks through the jungle in his deceptively lazy, but still very quick way. Finally we go to find the Nusin and the end of my mission.
Even so, I was prepared to let her have Gerk and get home safe. It would mean that I'd never have seen him again. Or her, which would have been much more difficult. I have other possible ways for meeting the Nusin, but being on Gerk when I see them appeals to me more.
Then she agreed to come with me! And at that moment, I felt that I finally had the blessing of the Ancestors. Surely nothing else could have ignited the immense joy in my heart when she said it. It was a divine light, no question.
Having her close to me for even longer – it turns my world upside-down in the most wonderful way. I can't stand the thought of her being away from me. Even the night I spent going back and getting the sparkly pebbles for her eyes was mostly excruciating not because I had to walk far and fight the deadbites, but because I worried about her safety. Certainly Gerk's presence would discourage any predator from getting anywhere close to the hut where she was sleeping, but Gerk himself is only moderately reliable and might possibly eat her. I doubt he would, because she's too small to be more than a tiny morsel for him, but he is a wild Big.
Even with Heidi distractingly close, I keep a sharp lookout for traces of the Nusin. I know this is the area they like to be during the rainy season, because there are fewer rivers and swamps here. Of course the Nusin don't have a real village of their own. But there are other tribes in this area, too.
And now I see their tracks. The Nusin don't leave footprints – they're too smart to do that. But they're also too lazy to not leave other tracks. Broken twigs, a patch of ground where the grass is a slightly different tone of green than around it, rocks that have been kicked up from the dirt, branches with too few leaves on them – it all tells a clear tale. Several Nusin have passed here recently.
