by Kim Fox
His cock is thick and hard. And long. I don’t see how it can fit inside me but I can’t wait to try it out.
Pontuck’s head dips up from my chest and he stares at me for a second with an intensity that makes my pussy pulse. He wraps his thick hand on the back of my neck and pulls me forward, sealing my mouth with his. We kiss with a desperation and intensity that makes my body melt. It’s nothing like I’d ever felt before. His strong arms, his hard erection pressed against my stomach, his skillful and tingling tongue.
I pull away in shock and lick my lips. My whole mouth feels like a vibrating hum and I realize that it must be his saliva that’s causing it. That explains why my nipples are achingly hard and still tingling.
I like it.
In a heartbeat, my lips are back on his, my tongue exploring his mouth, his strong possessive arms pulling me tight against him. My knees turn weak and I’m thankful that he’s holding me up or I just might drown. Still, it would be worth it for this feeling.
He swims over to a flat rock that’s jutting out of the water, pulling me along with his long underwater strides. With one hoist of his powerful muscles, he lifts me out of the water and sits me on the rock in front of him.
My heart is beating so fast as he grabs my underwear and slides it down my wet thighs, tossing it over his shoulder into the water behind him. I’m so ready for him that I don’t care that my only pair of underwear is floating along the current of the river.
He licks his lips as he grabs my knees and pries my legs apart. I couldn’t stop him even if I tried. He’s so strong, but gentle at the same time.
His eyes light up when he sees my spread pussy and the lustful look on his face makes my clit throb in anticipation.
I close my eyes, stiffening up as he moves forward. “Oh, God!” I scream out as his tongue slides up my aching folds. My body relaxes instantly and I lower my back to the cold rock as I focus on his tongue gliding over my sex once again.
His tongue is magical, his tingling saliva unreal. I’m already writhing hard against his mouth, grinding my throbbing, tingling clit onto his strong tongue. It feels like a million tiny vibrators are pressing up against my pussy making it tremble and pulsate.
His powerful hands slide down the insides of my wet thighs as he plunges his tongue into my entrance, making my back arch up. I close my eyes, moaning as he lights my insides on fire.
I am so focused on his tongue inside me, with the amazing way it feels, that there could be a velociraptor standing over me and I wouldn’t even know it. I wouldn’t even care. This feels too good.
“Fuck, Pont-” He hits a spot that yanks the words from my throat. I can’t talk. I can barely swallow.
I massage my tiny breasts as he runs his tongue lightly over my opening. I squeeze my nipples as I look down and see his wet blue hair between my legs. I let out a laugh but it’s not funny. It’s way too intense to be funny.
Every time his tongue grazes over my clit, my breath stops, my heart pounds, my back arches, my toes curl. This guy is a fucking God.
I come hard.
All concept of space and time fly out the fucking window.
My muscles are spazzing out like I just stuck my finger in an electrical socket. My legs are shaking so hard but he doesn’t stop. The fucker doesn’t stop.
He licks me again and I let out a scream that every last dinosaur in the forest can hear.
Pontuck eats me out even harder as my cries get louder and louder. I should stop screaming. I should really shut up, but I can’t. The tension inside is too intense. My muscles too tight. I’m ready for another sweet release and to my surprise, it comes again. Even harder.
“Fuck!” I scream, my legs trembling so hard that they hurt as they slam into the rock over and over again. Pleasure rushes through my shaking body, filling every inch of me with delicious bliss from my clawing fingertips down to my curled toes.
“Okay,” I gasp, certain that I can’t take another one of these blinding orgasms.
Pontuck is not so certain. He continues eating my pussy out with a vengeance. I squeeze my thighs against his head as he sinks a thick finger inside of me.
I tremble. Fuck, this guy is talented.
I’m so wet. My whole pussy is tingling something fierce.
I’ve never come through oral before and this guy is going for three on his first try. My body is reacting to him in such a strong way that it’s surprising.
I’m ready to be his mate.
I’m ready to be his everything.
He reaches up and grabs my breast in his giant hand and gently squeezes it, rolling my hard nipple between his finger and thumb. My hand darts to the back of his, holding his hand in place.
His magical tongue finds my clit again and he doesn’t let up, licking, sucking, nipping and flicking. He picks up the pace until my body fills with heat and my throat fills with an unstoppable scream. I let it out as I come on his tongue for the third time.
My body goes limp, even my legs are too exhausted to tremble. I’m gasping for breath, my pussy more sensitive than ever.
He dips his head forward to continue and my whole body convulses when his warm breath tickles my swollen lips. “No,” I gasp, placing a foot on his broad shoulder. I push him away with my foot. He’s like a mountain that doesn’t move, but I slide backward, scraping my back on the rough rock.
He smiles as he lets me go. I just close my eyes as he takes my foot in his hands and gently kisses it.
Wow. I underestimated this guy.
He drew three orgasms from me with ease. I squeeze my knees closed and curl up on my side as the warmth still swirls through my tingling pussy.
I moan as he massages my feet in his skillful hands. This is the life.
When my legs finally recover, I open my eyes and smile when I see how focused he is on massaging my feet.
We’re both so wrapped up in each other’s bodies to notice the presence until it’s too late.
We make it easy for him.
Creepe just strolls up to Pontuck and slides the sharp edge of his stone ax to his throat.
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Pontuck’s eyes turn from loving to furious in the blink of an eye. He stares up at Creepe with an intensity that makes my heart pound even harder than it did from the third orgasm.
“Juipot quierty sa ben wasedrt,” Creepe says with a grin on his face. He’s holding the razor-sharp ax against the soft skin of Pontuck’s neck.
My adrenaline spikes and my stomach turns rock hard as I look from blue giant to blue giant. They’re talking in rushed angry tones but I can’t understand either of them.
“Huwert po qaretile sed, Rolanda,” Pontuck spits out, placing a protective hand on my leg. He glares at Creepe as he pulls me towards him in a possessive way.
Creepe smirks as he turns his vile eyes onto my naked body. His lips curl up into a smirk as his eyes travel over my breasts and down towards my sex.
A guttural war cry erupts from Pontuck as he slams his hand into the handle of Creepe’s ax sending it flying into the river. It disappears below the surface as my blue boyfriend explodes out of the water and lands between me and Creepe.
“SAKULA RESDA, MY ROLANDA!” he shouts in a sexy booming voice. I scramble to my bare feet, feeling very naked. The two aliens look like they’re about to fight to the death over me and I’m not about to sit around and watch. I’m not the type of girl who is going to lay back and watch her man fight for her. I’ll roll up my sleeves and help.
I am the predator. I am the killer.
Pontuck pounces forward and the two giants collide like mountains. I can feel the impact in my bones and it makes me hesitate.
My Brazilian jiu-jitsu will be useless against Creepe, my boxing a joke. But I do have something that can stop him.
I run over to where my bow and arrow is lying on the river back. Pontuck and Creepe are throwing punches, each one landing with devastating impact. Pontuck cracks Creepe’s jaw with a vicious uppercut just as I turn away
. I fumble with the arrow, trying to put it on the bow but my hands are shaking with nerves. I’ve been in so many fights before but there was usually a referee to stop it once things got serious. This here is life and death. The stakes are much higher than just a gold plated belt.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I raise the bow and arrow and aim it at Creepe’s chest just like Pontuck taught me.
They’re moving so fast and it’s hard to keep my sights locked on him. Pontuck keeps moving in front of him as they fight, obscuring my view.
“Shit,” I gasp as Creepe pulls a knife out of his boot and swings it at my man. Pontuck is weaponless; his boots are beside me on the riverbank with the knife tucked inside.
The two warriors collide with a thud and Pontuck grabs Creepe’s arm, struggling to keep the knife away from his body. His face is strained, his muscles tight. He didn’t sleep all of last night and I wonder how much strength he has left in him.
His eyes catch sight of mine holding the bow with the deadly arrow pointed at them.
“Shoot him, my beautiful Rolanda,” he says, clenching his jaw as Creepe slams a knee into his stomach. “Let the arrow fly!”
Pontuck thinks I can do it. He believes in me.
It gives me the burst of confidence that I need. I hold my elbow up like he taught me and narrow my eyes on Creepe, aiming for his muscular chest. My breath is steady, my nerves under control. I can do it. I’m sure of that now.
My hands are no longer shaking. I get ready to take the shot. Shoulders back, chest out, chin high. I pull the arrow back until the string is dangerously tight and the arrow is begging to be released.
Creepe spins Pontuck around and holds the dagger to his throat. It’s now or never.
I take a deep breath and hold it, just like Pontuck taught me. Everything is so clear. The stone arrow tip, the target of muscular flesh. I release the arrow and watch it fly towards the enemy.
Only it sinks into Pontuck’s thigh instead.
“Ow!” he screams as I cringe.
“Shit!”
His knee buckles with the red feathered arrow sticking straight out of his thigh. He looks at me with wide confused eyes. “My gorgeous mate,” he says as he fights with Creepe. “Please shoot Creepe, not your Cookie Monster.”
“I know that!” I scream in frustration as I fumble for another arrow. “I was trying!”
Pink blood leaks down his leg as Creepe starts to get the upper hand. This time I can’t fuck up.
I put the arrow in place and raise it, aiming it at Creepe properly this time.
Pontuck falls to a knee, the failed arrow doing more damage than good, and Creepe lunges on him with a new vigor now that his opponent is wounded. He’s going in for the kill.
Not if I can help it.
I take a deep breath and hold it as I make double sure that the arrow will hit my target. This one is for you, Pontuck.
I let it fly and gasp when it curves and sinks into Pontuck’s shoulder.
“Krakalore!” he screams out, wincing in pain.
“Oops!” I say, my hand flying to my mouth.
“What are you doing?” he asks, looking at me in stunned disbelief.
“I’m sorry!” I say, my chest tightening. “I only fired one fucking arrow before!”
He’s about to respond when Creepe slips on the wet rock and Pontuck takes advantage of it, lunging at him. The two enormous aliens tumble into the water and sink below the surface, fighting and clawing at each other. A cloud of pink blood erupts around them and I can no longer see what’s happening.
“Pontuck!” I scream at the water. It’s eerily silent. “You idiot!” I curse at myself. “How could you hit him twice?”
Creepe is surely going to win.
Or maybe they’ll both lose.
I gulp as all of the energy drains from my body. A tall yellow fin is approaching their location. It’s tearing through the calm water from upstream, gaining on them fast.
It stops in front of them and pops out of the water with waves rushing off it like an emerging submarine. It’s huge. The thing of nightmares.
The yellow fin that was so terrifying before looks like a joke now compared to the size of its head. Hard thick spikes line the top of its truck-sized skull and its two white eyes look dull and dead. But he’s very much alive. Its cavernous mouth that’s opening with the long deadly teeth is proof of that.
Pontuck’s got his hands full under the water and if he somehow manages to survive Creepe’s dagger, then this monster will surely finish him off.
I can’t let that happen.
He begins to drop back down in the water so I quickly grab an arrow, slap it on the bow, and let it fly without thinking too much and letting my thoughts get in the way of my aim.
Half a second later, it sinks into his head between two thick horns, making the beast thrash around in the water. I shoot another one, this time aiming for his satellite dish-sized eye. It lands with a smack, right in the middle and the monster lets out a high-pitched scream that makes my skin crawl.
It turns in desperation and hurries away in the direction that it came, leaving nothing but a wave as it departs with its tail between its legs.
“I hit it!” I gasp.
Well, it was the size of a truck. Still, I wish Pontuck had seen it.
My eyes dart back to the pink cloudy water and I gasp when a blue head pops out of the surface. Tears well up in my eyes when I see long blue hair.
It’s Pontuck. He’s alive.
He swims to the river bank in front of me taking the cloud of pink along with him. I cringe and look away when I see Creepe’s dead body laying on the bottom of the river with his own bone dagger plunged into the back of his head.
Pontuck grimaces and groans in pain as he tries to pull himself out of the water and onto the rock where I’m standing. I rush over and help him up. He’s so heavy and I’m pulling with all of my might but I don’t think it’s doing much.
He manages to pull himself up and he flops down onto the rock like a wet, exhausted fish. The two arrows are still sticking out of his flesh like flags of betrayal.
“I’m sorry,” I say as fresh blood leaks out of the wound in his thigh. “I was aiming for him. Tell me what to do.”
His eyes widen as he turns his head towards me. “Freopuile saka qukie mahar?” he asks.
“Quit playing around, Pontuck,” I say with a shaky voice. “Say it in English.”
“Juhyaw kilet?” he asks, looking more confused than me. He reaches behind his ear and sighs when he touches his skin.
“Oh no,” I gasp, turning his head to see for myself. The little black freckle that seemed to do all of the translating between us is gone. Just beautiful blue skin in its place.
I jump to my feet and look down into the clear river. It’s gone. For good.
It’s only when I turn back to him that I see a new wound. A knife wound. In his stomach.
He desperately needs my help but I don’t know what to do.
His hand covers the wound but the pink blood just leaks through his fingers.
I can’t lose him. I can’t.
It takes his dying to finally notice how much I appreciate him and want him close. It’s not just feeling secure and safe around him, it’s feeling loved, wanted and noticed for a change. He thinks I’m beautiful. He thinks I’m worth loving.
I think the same about him.
But I can’t tell him.
And he’s going to die.
The swift and powerful Cookie Monster doesn’t feel so swift and powerful. He is lying on the ground, pierced with the arrows sent from his gorgeous mate and the dagger wound delivered from his vanquished enemy.
The pain is great but nothing compared to the pain of seeing the sadness in his Rolanda’s stunning eyes. She looks sad and alone.
The great Cookie Monster tries to get up to take the hurt away from her eyes but she places a hand on his chest and pushes him back down.
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�How can I help you?” she asks. Her words are nonsense without the black freckle from the rock man. Cookie Monster cannot understand. “Tell me.”
His strong leg stings like the bites from an army of crantoqs where Rolanda shot the first arrow. The swift Cookie Monster holds his powerful breath as he wraps his stout hand around the arrow and pulls it out of his leg, showing no fear.
“What the hell, Pontuck?!?” his mate sings, her voice as melodious as the heavens above. Pontuck wraps his hand around the arrow in his shoulder, spurred on by her encouragement. “Stop it! Don’t just yank them out! You’re going to bleed to death!”
Normally, Cookie Monster wouldn’t just pull the arrows out for fear of bleeding to death, but if Rolanda believes that is the right thing to do, he will listen to his beloved mate.
“Leave it in there!” she sings, her voice giving the powerful Cookie Monster courage. He must do as she says and pull out the arrows.
“Are you fucking crazy?!?” she says, soothing him while the pain of removing the arrow from his shoulder burns through his body. The noble Cookie Monster will keep the arrow forever and cherish it. It is a gift from his mate and will be close to his soum until his hair turns a light blue and he himself crosses to the Land of the Nevatrun.
“Oh my God, there’s so much blood!”
Rolanda’s beautiful face turns white as the belly hair of a raskata. Why does she look so upset when Cookie Monster is only doing as she asks?
He does not understand a word but she talks to him as if he does. Cookie Monster doesn’t mind. He loves the sexy sound of her voice and the noble words of her people.
“I’m shitting my pants over here!” she sings. “What the cock fucking shit am I supposed to do?!?”
She gasps as her beautiful mouth drops open. “The Juju plant!” she sings before running off into the forest.
“Hegna,” Cookie Monster calls out to her gorgeous naked body. Wait.
