Caveman Alien's Secret: A SciFi Alien Fated Mates Romance (Caveman Aliens Book 6)

by Calista Skye

  I can only assume that it’s a faked image of somebody’s home planet. Probably the makers of this ship.

  “Let’s try to get down there,” I say and point down to the gardens below.

  Brax’tan peers over the edge. “I would say that it’s always wise to go up inside this mountain.”

  He’s much smarter than he looks. I glance up at his alien face. “That’s a good point.”

  “And yet I can’t see a way up. But I see a way down.” He points to the side and down.

  I can’t see anything special about the wall where he’s pointing. “Uh-huh.”

  He walks to the right, staying in the middle of the catwalk, as if there was a real danger he could fall out into the alien ocean if he got too close to the screen.

  I feel pretty comfortable walking as close to the ‘windows’ as I can get, but I understand his reluctance to get too close. The image is extremely true to life, and it does look like one step too far to the right would take you into thin air, where you would plummet to your death on the alien planet displayed.

  We slowly, carefully make our way around the outer ‘windows’, and then I finally see what Brax’tan saw from a hundred yards away: a narrow staircase.

  I’m not particularly afraid of heights, but I get a surge in the pit of my stomach when I see this thing. It’s only about a foot and a half wide, and the steps are pretty tall. If I lose my balance here, I’ll fall down really far.

  Brax’tan frowns. “That looks dangerous.”

  I lean over as far as I dare. “I think it goes to that upper level. Looks like there’s a pool. And a whole lot of plants. I think I better go first.” Because then I can’t turn back.

  I secure my pack and clench my hand around the crossbow. Brax’tan takes my hand without comment, and then I carefully take the first step down.

  I hug the wall. “There’s only room for one of us on each step.”

  Brax’tan reluctantly lets go of my hand, and I take another step down.

  Brax’tan takes his first step down, and then we continue like that, slowly, one step at a time, until we’re almost down to the upper level of the gardens, thirty feet below the catwalk.

  I pause on a step. I should look at where I’m going. There are trees and a wide path, alien bushes with colorful balls on them that look like berries and fruit. The turquoise pool looks like the water from some tropical beach, and I think there’s white sand, too.

  There are no animals that I can see, which makes for a nice change-

  I shift the grip on my heavy crossbow, and the steel bow strikes the hard wall. But the bow is springy, and it bounces back and knocks me off balance. Normally I’d just take a short step to the side to counteract it, and I do the same now.

  Except there’s nowhere to put that foot.

  I yelp as I step onto thin air, and then I’m falling, screaming in panic.

  There’s a flurry of activity around me, but I have no idea what it is before I hit the ground.

  Softly. Or at least much more softly than I thought.

  I get to my feet, and there’s Brax’tan. Under me.

  My heart is beating like crazy while I try to review what just happened. He threw himself after me, grabbed my arm and turned me around in the air, then made sure I landed on top of him.

  I rub my sore upper arm. He must have dived for me the moment I fell. And if he did, it means he must have been ready for it. He must have been tense as a spring for our entire climb down those stairs.

  I kneel down beside him. “You alive?”

  His eyes are closed, and I place my hand on his throat to check for a pulse. Then he groans and his eyes flicker open. “Woman.”

  I take a relieved breath. He can’t be completely dead if he understands that much. “That’s right. Can you get up?”

  He slowly rises into a sitting position. “More or less. Are you injured?”

  “No. Someone broke my fall.”

  He looks around, confused. “Who?”

  I can’t help stroking a stray hair out of his face. “You.”

  “Ah. That’s what it feels like.”

  We’re down in the hanging gardens. The vegetation is taller and denser than it looked from up on the ledge, but it’s so organized and beautiful that the contrast to the jungles of Xren could not be greater. Thankfully we landed on a patch of relatively soft, red grass that smells spicy.

  “Strange jungle,” Brax’tan says and looks around in that watchful way that the jungle trains you in. “It’s very quiet.”

  He’s right. It is quiet in here. No leaves are moving, no huge dinosaur is trampling saplings, there are no mysterious rustling sounds from the undergrowth.

  “It’s not really a jungle,” I explain. “Someone made this very deliberately. It’s a garden. A place with plants, carefully designed and taken care of. Maybe not too different from the Lifegiver enclosures in your village. You do have that, right?”

  “Yes, of course. We tend it very carefully. Are there Lifegivers here?”

  “I don’t know. Doesn’t look like it. Stay here. I think I hear water.”

  For a change, Brax’tan doesn’t insist on going first, so I take a couple steps in the right direction while he stays seated, recovering from his fall.

  Yep, there’s a small creek here, running towards the pool over small pebbles so uniform in size that they have to be artificial. I scoop up a handful of water and smell it, but this is nothing like the not-water in the cave outside. This could actually be real water.

  “Good to know,” I whisper to myself.

  The sun is setting fast outside the ‘windows’, and it’s getting noticeably darker.

  I saunter back to Brax’tan. Even sitting down, he looks powerful and manly.

  How many times has he saved my life by now?

  Many times. And it’s still our first day. Although it seems like I’ve known him for much longer than that. Weird with people who never hide who they are. They’re easy to like after just a few hours. Well, we’ve been through a lot together.

  “I think we can stay here for a while,” I suggest as I sit down, closer to him than if I didn’t suddenly have a good idea. “I can’t see or hear any Bigs or Smalls. No irox. Water right over there.”

  “We need some rest,” the caveman agrees and shifts his position. He seems to be uncomfortable.

  “Let me see your back,” I say and take the little medical kit out of my pack again. “I think you might be injured.”

  13

  - Delyah -

  He shrugs and half turns. And sure enough, he has a small, but profusely bleeding wound on his skin, right between two of his tough, black stripes.

  “You hit something when you landed,” I tell him and get busy smearing the disinfectant paste all over and around the injury. “Must have been that rock.”

  There’s a pointed rock on the red grass, which probably came from the nearby path at some time.

  “It must,” Brax’tan says. “Strange to see a rock out of place. Everything else here looks so tidy.”

  “I think all it means is that this place was in use at some time. That has to be the purpose of this garden. Recreation for the aliens who built it. And maybe as a means of growing food.”

  “You think a wandering alien kicked that rock off the path, taking an evening stroll?”

  “Makes as much sense as anything else,” I state and put the finishing touches on his back. I may have been a little more thorough than necessary. But heck, I like touching his warm skin. It’s a little rougher and scarred than my own, and it smells good.

  Brax’tan doesn’t seem to mind it, either. He’s definitely pitching a tent under that kilt-thing. That suits my purposes fine.

  I give his back one last pat. “There. Good as new. Or as only very lightly used, anyway. Still under warranty.”

  “Thank you,” he says, very earnestly.

  “No, thank you,” I state firmly and sit down right next to him, boldly placing a hand
on his knee. “You made sure I landed softly. Or rather, it would have been soft if you’d eaten more chocolate and worked out less.”

  “Eaten what?”

  “Never mind. I see you eating a lot of chocolate in your future. One way or the other.” I’m babbling, I know. I’m not entirely sure about this next move. But of course, I usually don’t have any idea how people will react to anything I say anyway.

  I take a deep breath, feeling butterflies take off in my stomach. “Now, you Worshipped me earlier, and it was wonderful. I think it’s only fair that you let me Worship you.”

  I’d never have thought that such a smart man with such soulful, golden eyes could look at me emptily. But he’s doing it right now.

  “Worship me?”

  “Yes, it’s a new concept,” I babble as my courage dwindles in the intense light from his golden eyes. “All the rage on every alien world. Worshipping cavemen. Um. Will you let me try? I can’t promise it will be good. I haven’t done it that much. And it was always disastrous with manly fluids everywhere and on my shirt and I couldn’t change for hours, so everyone could see what I had been doing and the guy wasn’t even that nice and he got cranky because I didn’t swallow.”

  “It sounds interesting,” Brax’tan says very calmly and puts a hand lightly on my forearm. “I’d love to see it.”

  “Yeah? You want? Cool! So let’s lift this thing— yeah, that’s what I thought.”

  I unceremoniously lift his kilt, which in fairness was already being lifted pretty high from something under it. Something big and alien and special and insane.

  It’s an alien cock, of course. Thick and long, but that’s not surprising. And of course I know most of the things about the ridges and bumps and features and things that send hard tingles to my pussy just by seeing them. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen similar things online, ridiculously sculptured dildos that look like they will both tear you apart and give you the most wonderful climax at the same time. Except this isn’t plastic. This is real. And there are two of them. One long and thick, and then another one under it, shorter and almost as thick.

  Both are beyond anything else I’ve ever seen, but I have limited experience. So I open my mouth as wide as I can and take the big one in, deep.

  It immediately hits the wrong spot in there and I choke, cough and splutter while I pull my head off the huge alien cock.

  “This,” I say and wipe water from my eyes, still coughing, “this isn’t Worship. It hasn’t started yet. I’ll just… yeah, just give me a moment.”

  I wipe tears and my own saliva off my face. Yeah, that cock filled my mouth a little too much. Maybe I should take it a little bit at a time. A Gradual Approach: The Preferred Methodology for Sucking Giant Alien Dick.

  I take his cock in my hands again, adjusting my position a little so it won’t hit the back of my throat. I start by kissing the head and the shaft, getting it all nice and wet. And then I open wide again, but I only take in the first inch and close my lips around it, trying to keep my teeth out of the way. That’s harder than I thought.

  I fuck my own mouth with the first one-twelfth of his shaft, and to my satisfaction it does sound like Brax’tan likes it. If surprised moans are a sign to trust.

  I decide that I’m encouraged, so I take in another inch and even attempt to use my tongue on the underside.

  “Holy Ancestors,” Brax’tan exclaims.

  That doesn’t really tell me anything. But if I want to ask him what he means, I have to take his dick out of my mouth. And now I kind of like having it in there. So I keep sucking, taking him ever deeper into me and fucking my own mouth on him as well as I can.

  My freaking stars, those ridges and bulbs all along here must have some kind of evolutionary function. Perhaps they’re like the barbs on the penis of certain animals, those that prevent the female from interrupting the proceedings by walking away. Some kind of knotting effect, like in dogs, maybe. It’s intensely sexy, whatever the reason is. And judging from the whispered conversations between the married girls, it feels even better than it looks.

  For giving blowjobs, those features aren’t ideal, however. I’m always afraid I’ll graze Brax’tan with my teeth, or that he’ll come down my throat and I’ll drown or something like that. Of course I’ll definitely swallow, if I can. This isn’t some silly college boy who’s watched too much porn, this is a real man who’s saved my life a whole lot of times and who has already eaten me out, something that the college boy didn’t even attempt—

  “Holy Ancestors,” Brax’tan exclaims again, and his cock tenses and jumps and my mouth is full of something liquid. I do swallow a good amount of it, but there’s so much and it was so sudden that I have to withdraw.

  “Was that— gulp — was that good?”

  He looks at me like I’m an alien from some weird planet. Which I am. “How… but… I can’t believe it!”

  Yeah, that’s what the college guy said, too. “Not that great? See, I haven’t really practiced much, and—”

  “I never dreamed such a thing was possible. Truly, you are a miraculous woman!”

  Is that wonder in his eyes? His jaw has kind of dropped a little. Hey, I’m pretty sure he did come, so it couldn’t have been completely horrible.

  I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. It actually doesn’t taste that bad. Not something you’d serve to guests at a lawn party, maybe. But it doesn’t make me retch. “I don’t know about miraculous. But I am an alien. And apparently, even miraculous aliens have certain needs some time after swallowing half a pool or not-water.” I get to my feet. “I’ll be right back.”

  I leave the crossbow on the red grass and spot a suitable bush far from the stream. I strip some twigs of their leaves on the way there. This isn’t my first time answering calls of nature in a jungle or jungle-like spaceship.

  As I conclude my errand, I give some thought to those who built this ship. If you construct a huge-ass spaceship like this and build hanging gardens in it, then you probably expect to be out in space for a long time. But the Plood brought us here from Earth in, at most, a couple of hours. They didn’t have a recreational area in their saucer. Someone expected to stay here on Xren for a good while.

  I walk back and sit down beside Brax’tan. “Getting pretty dark.”

  “We could probably build a fire. But I don’t think we need to keep creatures away here.”

  I take the rest of the food out of my bag and arrange it on the ground. It’s dried out now, but there’s not much left.

  Brax’tan does the same. “Enough for a nice evening meal. But not much more.”

  We silently chew soggy stew and wet not-sheep meat, washing it down with tepid water and one shot each of that booze of Brax’tan’s.

  Finally, I yawn so big my jaws ache. “Tomorrow we’ll check if some of those fruits are edible. Brax’tan, I’m beat. I just wonder about something. You said that you knew more about Bune than me. What did you mean by that?”

  He chuckles. “Oh, I just thought I did. You’re an alien who’s recently arrived. I’ve lived in the shadow of this mountain all my life. It never crossed my mind that you’d know and understand much more about this than me.”

  I curl up on the grass. It fills my nose with a scent that reminds me of parsley and makes me crave fried fish. Maybe there are some fish in that stream…

  - - -

  “Yes, I’m up,” I lie as I sit up abruptly, feeling a little groggy. “You can turn the lights off again.” The garden is as bright as day.

  “I can what?” Brax’tan is standing above me, holding a whole lot of various fruits and berries.

  I rub my eyes, remembering where I am. It feels like the lights came on the moment I fell asleep, but outside the ‘windows’ the sun is high in the sky. “Huh. Never mind. How long did I sleep?”

  Brax’tan sniffs a red berry and takes a little nibble. “The whole night. Very deep sleep. The water from Bune has many effects. Try this.”

  I accept a berry of t
he same kind and examine it. It looks like a cherry, but it smells like a gummy bear. I squeeze it, and it reluctantly comes apart in my hand, juices dripping from my fingers. I touch my tongue to a stained finger. “Sweet. I think it’s okay.”

  Brax’tan is already happily chewing a large mouthful. “Very sweet and wonderful. Tastes almost like Delyah slit.”

  I take a piece of the berry and chew it. Yep, it feels like a cherry, too. But it tastes even better, both tart and sweet and spicy. “I don’t believe I taste like this.”

  “I said ‘almost’.”

  “You did. Got any more?” I shouldn’t trust anything in this spaceship, but I have to eat something. On the Wisdom of Eating Weird-ass Fruits Inside an Alien Spaceship You Think is Evil.

  Brax’tan gives me a handful of the berries, and I eat them one after the other. There are no seeds in them, and I suppose that should make me suspicious. But I won’t judge a fruit by its reproductive functions.

  I will absolutely judge Brax’tan by those criteria, though. The not-water fog in my mind is gone, and as I think back to the day before, I fully expect my usual response to just about anything: hard cringing at my own actions.

  Okay, so I tried to abduct him, and he didn’t even notice. He saved my life. Many times. I drank my fill of not-water, and he took care of me while I was weeping uncontrollably and saying scandalous things. I made him eat me out. And I made him suffer through my terrible attempt at a blowjob.

  To my puzzlement, the cringing doesn’t really happen. Sure, when I think of me pretty much begging him to show me his dick, I make a face. But that other stuff? It didn’t seem to bother Brax’tan any. He was like a rock yesterday. A freaking huge cliff in a storm, always staying calm and accepting me and only looking at me funny once in a while. Eating me out was just the cherry-like alien fruit on the pie.

  Now he’s standing there, looking at all the strange space stuff around us while fruit juice is running down his stubbled chin. Big and strong and so natural it takes my breath away. He’s just being himself, not finding anything strange about being awesome.