Caveman Alien's Ransom

by Calista Skye

I feel the old fear growing again. This damn planet ...

  Jax'zan puts his sword down and shifts his position so my face is at his chest again. He must have heard my sniffling.

  “Zophia always safe with Jax'zan.”

  “Yeah,” I sniffle, “so far. But this isn't even my planet! We were abducted by those little creeps, and now I'm here on a prehistoric planet, totally relying on you to keep me alive. And I have no way of getting home. None.”

  He doesn't reply, just strokes my hair. Probably the translator is giving him some gibberish. Jax'zan speaks in short sentences, and I think that makes the interpretation easier. But the way I talk isn't making things easy for the device.

  He rocks slowly back and forth, like he has a crying baby in his arms. It strikes me from out of nowhere that he will probably be a spectacular dad. Or maybe he already is one.

  I wipe my eyes. “I'm okay.”

  Well, better, at least. His chest and his arms around me do make me feel better, even if he's someone else's man. I'll borrow him for a little while. But of course I can't have sex with him now that I know he's attached.

  “Do you have any children?”

  “Jax'zan has no heirs. Warriors must prove strong and survive many days to make new warriors. Only the strongest warriors may be duplicated. Jax'zan yet too young.”

  Damn that translator! I'm sure his sentence was perfectly understandable, but I don't think I get the meaning of that. “Huh. Your girlfriend doesn't mind waiting? Or what? You have a way of preventing pregnancy?”

  “Zophia not wait. Mating right away.”

  I scratch my chin. Is he calling me a slut? “Well, it takes two to mate, you know. You were good and ready yourself. And don't get me started about the way you greeted me the first time you saw me. Yes, fine, it was great. But a little presumptuous, maybe? I don't think I'm the only slut here.”

  I'm pretty sure none of that is coming through the translator the way it should, but that's probably for the best. I do not want to antagonize this man.

  “Zophia use many words Jax'zan not understand. When reach village, Zophia and Jax'zan wait no more. Only Lifegivers require warrior to be mature. With woman, mating can happen at any time.”

  I'm not getting it. But I'm so confused I need some fixed point to hold on to. “You mean you and I will mate and have kids?”

  “Yes.”

  “And your girlfriend won't mind?”

  He looks at me with that alien expression again. “Mind?”

  Hm. I wonder ... “Your girlfriend. What's her name?”

  He looks at me again, and this time I recognize the expression which I'm sure is the same all over the galaxy. It's the are-you-crazy-or-just-drunk look. “Zophia.”

  I stare up at him. “You mean, I'm your girlfriend? There's no jealous woman in your village? That's what you meant all along?”

  He frowns. “Zophia is Jax'zan's mate. The Ancestors have promised. The Prophecy states it. Zophia only woman on Xren.”

  It's the weirdest thing. I feel such relief and happiness at those words that I can feel my pussy getting wet, as if I could feel a whole spray of heat and fluid down there. I'm pretty sure he means that I'm the only woman in his life. And that's fine with me. Much more than fine.

  “Let me just clarify. You have no girlfriend in your village.”

  “Zophia is Jax'zan's mate,” he repeats and looks confused.

  “Okay. And do you have any other mate? Like, in the village?”

  20

  - Sophia -

  Jax'zan thinks deeply. “Zophia is only woman on Xren,” he repeats. “The Mother of Xren. Brings the Treasure.”

  I never calibrated the translator to specifically interpret loving statements right. I'm sure they can be hard for a machine to understand. It's probably pretty abstract stuff.

  Anyway, this all makes me relieved, so I crane my neck and kiss him on the lips.

  He kisses me right back and puts his hand behind my head to hold me close while we explore each other and he gently bites my lips. It feels nice, so I moan a little to make him increase the pressure. He does, and bites my lower lip right on the limit between pleasure and pain. He's very good at this.

  We drag each other into the tent and pull each other's clothing off. His kilt falls easily, and I notice that usually only his normal cock stands to attention. That other one I guess he can control somehow.

  Stars, he has two of them ... The thought overwhelms me for a second and I can feel my breath going very fast. I lie down on my back and spread my legs so lewdly it turns me on even more. Of course I'm totally ready for him again, hot and wet.

  He kneels between my legs and places himself at my opening, then pushes into me with one firm stroke accompanied by an almost embarrassingly wet squelch from my pussy. But I don't care. He makes me horny. Where is the shame in that?

  He fucks me and I look into his smouldering eyes, like living rubies that glitter and heat me up. He has an inner fire that he hasn't quite released with me yet. But now I want it. I want all of him.

  “Fuck me,” I groan, and it's the most sincere request I've ever given anyone. Thankfully the translator remains quiet. Its tone of voice isn't suited to this situation. I make a mental note to consult it about what that dirty phrase is in Jax'zan's language. I have a feeling it could be useful.

  He seems to get it and now he doesn't hold back. He pins me with those laser eyes and then he fucks me hard and fast, like a piston just stimulating all of me at the same time. Now I can't separate the various sensations that are spreading out from my girly bits – they all melt together into one exhilarating, white hot feeling of being fucked.

  I lock my legs behind his back, opening myself and keeping him in place. The orgasm is tugging at my consciousness. He's turning me into a total slut, coming after just a minute of being fucked. I both want to come and to make this last, because looking into his eyes makes me feel so strongly that we're one right now. The squeals and groans and moans and whimpers are torn from me without conscious effort at all. It's all just natural. He's forcing me to feel it all. It's like a revelation: oh, so this is what sex can be.

  My eyes widen as I just let the flood wave wash over me. “Yeeahhhhhhh!” I scream, feeling our bodies meld and his male strength mixing with my female vitality. The result is beyond anything I've experienced and I'm not even sure what happens, except that this little tent is clearly the center of the universe at this point. I just go with the flow, not that I have a choice in the first place. His deep grunts into my ear tells me that he must be feeling the same thing as we come together in a primal embrace that seems to never end and provides the perfect escape from everything else in my life. My mind can only handle this, nothing more. And that suits me perfectly.

  I stare deliriously into his alien eyes, my nose full of the scent of our mating and Jax'zan's heat all around and in me.

  “Thank you,” I hear myself say.

  - - -

  The aftershocks last for a long time.

  This planet makes me primitive, and the memory of the university and my project and my life on Earth is growing distant. I mean, if there was the slightest chance I could go home, of course I would. But if I couldn't bring Jax'zan, or if I could never come back here to him, then I would think again. I've never felt anything like what I feel for him. I'm so deeply in love, and I don't have to worry that he's a player or that what I see isn't the real him. He's too transparent. What I see is what I get. And what I see is pretty spectacular.

  I still hate the planet. But I love him.

  When I force myself to think of spending the rest of my life here, I don't panic anymore. I'm safe as long as I'm with him. Sure, it's a fragile security. If anything happens to Jax'zan, or if he leaves me when he's had his fun, then I'm pretty much screwed. Probably. But until then, I'm not going to worry. On a planet this wild, with this many dangers and things that can go wrong, I have no choice but to take one day at a time. And this day has been great.

>   The fire outside crackles and sends a little flickering shimmer of orange light into the tent. His arm is around me again and he hums softly into my hair. I relax all over and just melt into him. He makes me feel ... alive.

  For the first time on this planet I smile to myself.

  - - -

  As always he's up before me, and when I look for my clothes, I find them neatly folded and placed in a corner of the tent. From the middle support of the tent hangs some pieces of supple, white leather.

  I take them down and examine them. It's clearly a skirt and a top, and I'm pretty sure they're for me.

  They're held together by a very thick and tough thread, and I recognize the pattern on the leather – this is dinosaur skin from the monsters that charged us yesterday.

  And the garments fit pretty well, too. The skirt is considerably longer than Jax'zan's own kilt, and goes to just below the knee. The top hangs over my chest and leaves my midriff pretty bare, but I don't mind that too much. I don't have a mirror, but I assume I look pretty much like a cavewoman. I notice that the skirt has two pouches sewn into it, one big and one smaller. I understand it right away. One is for the gun and the other is for the translator.

  When I crawl out of the tent, Jax'zan first stares, then smiles.

  “Yeah,” I say and look down myself. “I had no idea you're a tailor, too.”

  “Warrior must know many things,” he says simply. “Skin is from Big called garg. Last many cycles.”

  I stroke the leather. Garg skin. It's supple, but it does feel durable, too. And I get a primitive thrill from knowing that it's from a deadly dinosaur. “Thank you. This must have taken you all night to do.”

  He shrugs. “Warrior learns to delay sleep when something must be done. Now Zophia looks like Xren warrior. Woman Xren warrior.”

  He's made breakfast again, and he must have paid attention to what I like, because there's more of the roots and herbs and less of the meat. Does he have no flaws?

  I sit down to enjoy it in the relatively cool morning air. The sun is rising, but there's still a little bit of mist. “How far away is your village?”

  “Half-day walk,” he says without hesitation. “Known terrain. Many dangers over. Bigs don't enjoy come too close to Rexvi tribe.”

  I detect some pride in that, and I hide a smile. He has a simple, boyish quality to him that's perfectly balanced by his unshakeable confidence and obvious skills. I'm falling harder and harder for this guy.

  I gaze back the way we came. I can't see the mountain where the girls are waiting for me to bring them help. It's at least a couple of days' march distant.

  “Will your tribe help me and my friends?”

  He chews and gazes off into the distance. “Zophia is Mother of Xren. Friends ... are not.”

  I stiffen. If he's planning to just abandon them to their faith while I become his mate and whatever else, then I might have some news for him. “The tribe must help them,” I say calmly, “or Sophia won't become the mother of anything.”

  He juts his chin out in his nodding way. “Friends are women. Trespass on sacred Bune. Prophecy does not mention.”

  “Uh-huh. Does the prophecy mention the Mother of Xren telling the tribe to get lost and then going back to her friends?”

  He glances at me and ponders for a minute. “No.”

  “Then I'm not sure your prophecy is worth much. Because that's absolutely what you're looking at if my friends don't receive some pretty substantial assistance pretty soon.”

  He doesn't reply, but I can see that he's thinking. Probably he can't decide that for himself and needs to get the other members of his tribe to agree. I just might have to prime him and give him some arguments that he can use in any discussion.

  “They're women, young and beautiful women with many skills. They would be of great value to the tribe.”

  He juts/nods again. “Women are of inestimable value. Yet, only Mother is mentioned in Prophecy. Other women not. Mysterious.”

  “They need help. Innocent women, abducted and shipwrecked. Stranded. They may die if the tribe won't help. It's very shameful for a tribe to let that happen. Dishonorable.”

  “Honor is important to Rexvi tribe,” he agrees. “The Ancestors also important. The Prophecy also important.”

  Huh. I don't feel like I'm making much of an impact. “And like I said, if they don't get just the same help that I get, then I'll leave. They're my friends. I can't abandon them. I have my honor, too.”

  He looks at me for a long time with those glowing eyes. “Jax'zan wants to help other women.”

  “But it's not up to you, is that it? You have to consult the tribe.”

  He takes his time replying. He's a little like Delyah, thinking before he speaks. “Zophia largest event on Xren. As the Prophecy states. Friends not mentioned. Jax'zan cannot make decision alone.”

  “And is there a chance that the tribe will agree with you and that they will help my friends?”

  He tosses a twig far away and it rouses a little flock of small flying things that screech and take to the sky on bat-like wings. “There is chance. Rexvi tribe honorable and respected. Alien women big event.”

  He gets to his feet and there's a finality to his tone. I guess it's not unreasonable that he has to make every reservation about what the tribe might actually do. He's too honest to promise me something that he knows isn't up to him. I guess I just have to accept it. For now, anyway.

  I turn the translator off. I have to save its battery for talking the tribe into helping the girls.

  We walk in silence, faster now than yesterday. Jax'zan doesn't look around as much, and I can tell that this is very familiar terrain for him. He takes us on a small detour straight to a little spring of cool, crystal clear water, where we drink our fill. Then it feels like he sets up a straight line for his village.

  21

  - Sophia -

  I'm getting tired, and that's probably why everything happens so sudden – I'm not on my guard like I should be.

  When Jax'zan suddenly stiffens and whips around, it's too late. Strong hands grab both my hands from behind, and before I can squeal I have someone's hand in front of my mouth. And partly in it. I bite down hard and hear a pained grunt close to my ear, but it's an uneven struggle.

  I'm surrounded by men with spears. They're warriors like Jax'zan, and they have separated me from him. I see the backs of several men between us with their spears lifted, clearly threatening Jax'zan. He has his sword in his hand, but even I can see that he's outnumbered by at least ten to one.

  The attackers drag me away from him while keeping him at bay with their sharp spears. He picks up a rock and throws it hard at the man holding my right arm, and it hits him in the neck. His grip on my arm weakens, and in my desperation, that's all I need to grab my gun. I feel the warm plastic in my hand, and then someone else takes hold of my arm again. It makes it awkward to aim. But before the gun is twisted from my grip, I manage to pull the trigger once.

  The bang resonates among the trees, but my attackers aren't surprised enough to let me go.

  The gun falls to the ground, I get someone's hand over my eyes and then I'm carried away fast by running men.

  I struggle as much as I can, but they're too strong and they easily hold me still while they run through the woods.

  Shit. This probably isn't Jax'zan's tribe. I should have known that there can't be just one tribe on this whole planet.

  I've been afraid for pretty much all my time here on Xren, but dinos and centipedes give me a purer fright than this. They just wanted me dead. Humans can be so unpredictable. I have no idea what these guys want with me, but I highly doubt it can be something good.

  Still, I'm totally helpless in their hands, and tiring myself out struggling is probably not the best idea.

  I don't know how long they run, but it has to be well over an hour before they slow down and then stop in a small clearing.

  It's clear that I'm the center of attention. There
are some boulders here, and they place me on one of them on my back. They waste no time in strippng off the garments Jax'zan made for me.

  Then they all go quiet and just stare at me with huge eyes, whispering in what sounds a lot like awe.

  They look me up and down, and I look at them, too. These guys have yellow stripes instead of Jax'zan's red, and where he is muscular and tall, these are shorter and thinner. They're wearing outrageous black and white war paint in their faces and they have some weird hats on.

  And they're clearly aroused. They're all pitching tents in their loincloths, and I'm starting to realize what they have in mind.

  One of them is bleeding from a hole in his shoulder, and I'm not sure what to think of that. Because he's got a pretty elaborate hat on, and I do feel that he's the leader of this gang. And I'm pretty sure he's the one I shot.

  He looks at me and says something. I sense that it causes some dismay among the others, but they grudgingly pull away from me and he comes closer. Ah. He must have said something like 'I'll go first' or something. Because it's obvious that I'm about to be raped. Gang-raped, probably.

  Tears of panic are burning in my eyes and I writhe like a worm on the ground to get out of the strong grips that are holding me down. But they don't yield at all.

  The leader stands beside me and looks down at me, holding his shoulder. Yeah, he's not happy.

  He barks an order, and I can see that his men glancing at each other, clearly not too eager to follow that command, whatever it was.

  The leader barks the same thing again, very angrily, and pulls a long knife from his belt. The men that are not holding me back away and the leader approaches me slowly.

  He reaches out a hand and traces a cold finger along a breast, down my stomach and stops right above my slit. I twist and turn and writhe and scream, hoping to take some of his enjoyment out of this.

  He looks at me with red eyes that somehow manage to seem cold, then wets the knife's blade with the blood from his shoulder and lifts it, saying something repetitive.

  The others start chanting in response and my fear reaches unknown heights.