by Calista Skye
It’s almost like having a conversation with someone from Earth. There aren’t many clues from what he’s saying that he’s a caveman. Except he talks about my hips and face like the most natural thing in the world. And I can’t help liking it. I want him to find me attractive.
I accept the little leather sack, which is heavier than it looks. It must contain a liquid.
“Open it and take a sip. A small sip,” Brax’tan suggests.
I hope he doesn’t think I’m some kind of lush who can’t hold her not-water.
I open the top of the sack and sniff it. “Wine.”
“It’s a little stronger than wine.”
I hold the sack so that I can get a sip of the tepid fluid. It fills my mouth, and I immediately feel the burn. I quickly swallow, then cough uncontrollably for a couple of seconds.
“A little… stronger,” I gasp and dry my tears. If I’d known it would be this strong, I would have taken a much smaller sip. “That has to be a hundred proof.”
“It’s strong,” Brax’tan says calmly. “But better than the water from Bune.”
I cough a little more for good measure and hand the sack back to him. It not quite tequila and not quite whisky. “What is it?”
“It’s ubru. We make it in the village. Not a lot, though. Some of the men can develop too much of a taste for it. Just enough to strengthen us on long walks in the jungle.”
He puts his head back and takes a mouthful of his own, then swallows it as easily as if it were milk. “It doesn’t taste good, but it makes you mellow. In small amounts.”
I look up at the artificial stars. What would be the purpose of this room? Is it just for recreation, or does it have a function that I’m just not getting?
In surroundings like these, it’s probably smart to remember that there is some evil entity here somewhere. Someone who’ll send a fire-breathing dragon to guard a bunch of girls and make sure they can’t escape. Someone who has access to a huge starship like this and doesn’t help a bunch of stranded girls. Someone who will set innocent cavemen down on an unknown planet as deadly as Xren, letting them handle dinosaurs and lethal monsters by themselves.
Still, here we are. Inside the spaceship. I’m pretty sure the entity wouldn’t want me to be here. Brax’tan, I’m not so sure. It feels like he was called here by the light show. He had such a weird look in his eyes when he jumped into that violent whirlpool. And that thing in his sack tells me that he’s not just any caveman.
The ubru spreads a pleasant heat through my body. I was never a heavy drinker, and one mouthful of that stuff does make me mellow, just like Brax’tan said.
He didn’t say it would make me horny. But it totally does, rekindling the heat I had going through me in that weird glass cylinder room.
The thing about this planet is that it makes small things large. There’s an immediacy to everything. Death lurks behind every tree, and you don’t know if today will be your last. It makes small joys more valuable, and it makes you impatient. Because if you have a chance for something good, that chance may not come again. You have to grasp it then and there. And there are so few good things to grasp.
I’m feeling it very strongly right now. I should take care of this moment. Alone with a huge, manly caveman alien who has saved my life many times. He’s seen me at my worst, when I was not-drunk, and he still treats me better than I think any man ever has. No, this chance might never come again.
I glance at Brax’tan, and our gazes lock just for a moment, before I look away again. And then I look at him again, twirling a lock of my hair. I’m not a good flirter, but I do my best. Still, those signals may be hard for him to pick up. If I’m going to do something, it should happen before I lose my nerve.
I scoot a little closer and put my hand on Brax’tan huge, powerful thigh. “Getting used to the stars?”
He looks around. “No.”
“Still make you dizzy?” I move my hand a little higher. He has to get it now.
“A little.” He swallows, and his crotch twitches. I really have his attention.
“Maybe we can do something to take our minds off them?”
“Maybe.”
“Because I’m not strange from that water anymore. And I’m not drunk. But I still want you to Worship me. Here. Among the stars.”
His sharp intake of breath tells me that he’s been thinking about the same thing.
We lock eyes again, and then I look very pointedly at his wide mouth with the sharp, dangerous fangs and the white teeth.
To my relief, he gets up on his knees and takes my head between his hands, then kisses me right on my lips.
It’s the most tender kiss anyone’s ever given me. It’s a little clumsy, maybe, but that could just be me. I haven’t been kissed that much lately.
He disengages and looks at me as if checking if it’s okay. That makes me melt even more.
I reach out and put one hand behind his head, marveling at the softness of his hair, then pull him slightly towards me. I want him to know without any doubt that this is okay.
He leans in again, and this time it’s even better. His lips are soft and yet demanding, just the way I like it. He’s an aggressive kisser, and there’s a little tongue action, but he’s clearly holding back, as if there’s more to come. And that tongue of his isn’t human. No, no. Far too long and textured and dexterous. When I think of what that thing could do to my pussy, a hot shudder goes through my whole body and I open more, for a passionate back and forth.
He disengages again, and I let him lay me down on the stars.
“For Worship, your garment has to be lifted,” Brax’tan informs me, and his voice has taken on a raspy quality.
Heck, he’s seen more of me than that today. I lift my hips and drag my still slightly moist skirt up to my waist, feeling incredibly slutty and exposed. If I’d known being a total harlot was this much fun, I’d have started before. The girls and their giggling whispers about Worship have given me a pretty good idea of what’s going to happen now, so the tingles are going crazy.
The starry projection of space is soft and slightly cool on my butt, but the strange surroundings are just scenery to me now. All my attention is on the large caveman who’s now spreading my knees with something that looks like awestruck gentleness. His face isn’t model quality, maybe. It’s too alien for that. But it is seriously striking and angular, with golden stubble that makes the manliness almost unbearable.
He’s breathless while spreading me open, and then he gives off a slight growl. I’m exposed to him, and I think he likes it.
“Woman,” he marvels while taking in my charms. And it makes me a little self-conscious, but not that much. It’s the first pussy he’s seen, so he can’t judge it that harshly. Despite the fact that it hasn’t seen a razor for almost a year.
“Uh-huh.” I’m a little breathless myself. This isn’t my first time having this done. Someone did it for me once before, and for approximately ten seconds.
Brax’tan gets into a better position, laying down between my legs.
I feel his warm breath on the sensitive parts down there. He’s taking it slow, and I’m okay with that.
He starts planting little kisses on my upper thigh and lower stomach, while his big hands are all over me, somehow managing to seem soft but still demanding. He has a good touch, this one, just like when he removed all the thorns from my butt.
His hands reach up and under my bunched-up dress all the way up to my chest, where he softly squeezes and massages my breasts and caresses the nipples. They respond by shooting little sparks of joy down to my pussy, which is busy making some wonderful little sparks itself.
His hands are warm, and his kisses too. He circles my pussy, kissing ever closer in a slowly tightening spiral.
Yeah, so, I’ve never had anything remotely like this happen to me ever. This guy is actually taking his time, and not just for me — I’m pretty sure he’s having the time of his life. I have to ask him later how many women
he has known. Because this can’t possibly be his first time. Seriously.
Except it has to be.
A moan escapes me, a mix of bliss and frustration and expectation. I must be dripping, and at the same time I’m holding my breath for when he’ll finally—
“Ooh yeah,” I whimper when his tongue brushes over my clit, just barely touches it, as if to let it know that he’s coming for it. Soon. When he is good and ready.
By now I’m squirming and aching for a more intimate touch. His hands are still on my boobs, squeezing and stroking. My analytical mind distantly wonders how he can both kiss me so well and still caress my breasts so perfectly. An alien ability.
Brax’tan is done kissing, and now he’s sliding his tongue around my slit, barely touching the sensitive lips, a teasing circling that’s full of promise. His alien tongue is sometimes rough, sometimes completely smooth, as if he can control it. Which of course he can. Because alien.
A hard bolt of bliss shoots up my spine as he places his mouth right around my pussy and then lets his tongue just go to town on all of it, with a touch so light but still firm that I buck uncontrollably under his ministrations. Then he laps up and down, places the flat part of his tongue on my clit and just holds it there, and there has to be some vibration.
Yeah, alien.
I’m being eaten out by an alien. A freaking alien with fangs.
The mere thought makes me buck again, but Brax’tan holds me down because he’s in charge here and I don’t want it any other way.
I have no idea what he’s doing down there now, except that it’s intense. He’s setting up for some serious fireworks, and I can feel the heat pooling in my very center, deep in my pussy.
Then he slows down and leaves my clit alone, licking and kissing the slit with wet sounds that should make me go pale from shame. I have to be gushing.
“Nooo, don’t stop,” I sob. I’m so close!
He slides his hands down my chest to my hips, then around the back, lifting my pussy closer to him while he kneads my butt cheeks. And of course that sets off new little showers of hot sparks.
Finally, he dives right into my wetness again, and I groan in joy as the heat rises in me once more. This time I place both hands on his silky, luminous hair to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. My clit is throbbing.
Then his touch goes light once more, and I whimper in frustration. I just needed one more second…
But I get it. He’s in charge here. I’m not. He controls when I come, and he wants me to know it.
I take my hands off his head and knead my boobs instead, while he massages my butt and gives my pussy a long lick from the bottom to the top, a move that almost sends me over the edge right there.
He pauses for one second, and then he goes at it hard, swirling and sucking and blowing and I don’t know what else. And then he starts humming at a frequency that hits my clit like a sledgehammer made from rainbows and light, so I feel my eyes roll back in my head as the orgasm takes over and I hear my scream echo from the alien walls in the spaceship.
I’m not sure if I pass out for a moment, but when I regain some degree of consciousness, Brax’tan is staring at me from up close, and there’s an alien frown on his face.
“Okay,” I pant. “I’m fine. Don’t worry. It’s just that… I’ll tell you later.” I lay back and breathe, while little aftershocks make my body shudder. That was… sensational.
God, he even got me to forget the surroundings. Inside an evil alien spaceship, in a room that’s just stars everywhere. Being expertly eaten out by an alien while feeling like I’m floating freely in space — yeah, my nerdy little mind is liking this a whole lot.
It also really likes that I’ve been eaten like a cheeseburger right in the middle of Bune. In the domain of the person or being that controls it. It’s a real fuck you to it, and that pleases me a lot. Whatever happens now, I’ve secured a little victory right here, in our tormentor’s lair. Not just for me, but for all the girls. Especially the ones who were almost killed by that dragon Troga.
I stifle a yawn. “Did your shaman teach you this, or am I not the first woman you’ve seen after all?”
11
- Brax’tan -
Her eyes appear black in the dim starlight. Black with bright stars in them, like this place she found. Holy Ancestors, I had no idea that Worshiping a woman would be like this. It was like she lost herself in it, and then I thought she was dying.
Her taste is in my mouth and her scent fills the room. It all makes my manhood strain dangerously against the leather of my loincloth.
I stroke the back of one hand against her smooth cheek, and she briefly leans into it. For some reason, that seems a more intimate touch than anything else I’ve done so far. Her skin fascinates me with its soft firmness and warm tone.
“Our tribe always had very good shamans. The mechanics were known to me. But I suppose I took some chances. I followed an inner urge, so to speak. Was it satisfactory Worship?”
She sighs with what I think is contentedness. “It was satisfactory. Very satisfactory indeed. You talk differently from other caveme— I mean, warriors. From other tribes.”
I stand up, trying not to look around to much because it makes me doubt my own legs. “Do I?”
She rearranges the lower half of her dress and gets to her feet, too, grabbing my forearm for support. “You do. You use longer words. If I hadn’t practiced, I wouldn’t know what they mean. Satisfactory.”
“Does your tribe not speak like us? On your planet?”
“They don’t. It took me months to be fluent.”
“And now you speak like you came from my own tribe. Yes, I sometimes use longer words than necessary. Many have pointed it out. When I was younger, I tried to use shorter words. Then I stopped trying and just talk the way I want.”
She cuffs my shoulder with her fist. “I hear that.”
I thought she might, although her ears are small and hidden by her thick hair. Holy Ancestors, the sheer luxuriousness of her body...
“A sky inside Bune,” I say and look around, feeling a little forlorn. This is a sacred place if ever I saw one.
“It’s a projection of some kind,” Delyah says. “A huge screen. Or many small ones.”
“Ah,” I say, trying to sound as if I understand. “A screen.” I try to reconcile this magical wonder with the crude iron screens we sometimes use to separate small stones from larger ones when we build something at the village, but I can’t quite do it.
She gives me a little smile and walks confidently further into the night sky. “Let’s just find out how big it is— oof.”
She bumps into something, and immediately my hand is on the hilt of my sword as I take one long step to be beside her.
“I did think I saw a shadow,” she says and strokes her hand across something black that has no stars on it, but is still almost invisible. “This could have come in handy a little earlier.”
She sits down on nothing, stretching out and looking quite comfortable. “It’s a couch. Hey, check it out.” She playfully swings her legs in the air like a child on a high chair, then pats the blackness beside her.
I clumsily move closer and prod the blackness with a finger. “It’s a trap.”
“No, it’s a couch. A bench with padding. Made to be sat on. By much larger people than me. By people like you, I would guess.”
I carefully lower myself until I’m sitting beside her on softness that I don’t trust.
“Comfy, right? We have these on Earth, too. But they’re usually not this black.”
I stand up again. “Too soft. It could give in at any moment.”
“I don’t think it will. Look, there’s another one. And another.”
Now that I know what to look for, I can see them, too. “This whole place is full of these benches.”
“Couches. It’s a good word to say. Try it.”
“Kow ses.”
“Very good. Cow-tchess.”
“Cow-she
ss.”
“Perfect! Your first alien word. Yeah, there’s quite a lot of them. Couches for caveme— I mean, warriors. Couches for warriors.”
I scratch my chin. “Why?”
“That’s the question, isn’t it? I have a feeling that if we knew that, we’d know much more about Bune than we— oh my fuck!”
We both jump as the starry sky suddenly disappears and is replaced by a bright, sunny landscape.
I draw my sword and push Delyah behind me, but I don’t know from which direction the danger is coming.
We’re standing on sand and rocks, and everything is so bright I’m almost blinded. I hold Delyah behind me as I quickly rotate around once, checking in every direction.
Nothing is visible except sand and rocks, going on forever in every direction in a dull yellow and brown. The sky is extremely blue, and the clouds are white.
Delyah pats my side. “It’s okay. It’s not real. Another projection. We’re still in the same room. Look, the couches are still here.”
They are, and now they’re the same color as the sand. I relax very slightly. There’s no movement anywhere.
“It’s a desert,” Delyah tells me. “You’ve never heard of that. A desert is a landscape with little or no vegetation. Just sand.”
My heart is still beating fast from the shock, but at least there’s nothing here to worry about. “No vegetation,” I state. “No life of any kind.”
“Um, Brax’tan,” Delyah says from behind me. “You might want to turn around…”
I whirl around and push her behind my back in the same movement.
Now there’s something to worry about.
I lift my sword, ready to strike.
“No, no,” Delyah says urgently. “It’s not real. It’s just an image on a screen.”
It’s a creature. A predator if ever I saw one. Long and sleek, with pointy shards standing up along its spine, from the thin, whippy tail all the way up to the small, triangular head. The whole thing shimmers like a rainbow, but still manages to give the impression of darkness. It has two large eyes, as green as the jungle, staring right through me.
