Caveman Alien’s Riddle (Caverman Aliens Book 13)

by Calista Skye

  Six crusty, muddy eyes on stalks come down and take us in. Especially me.

  I try to scare it with that quick hand movement. “Boo!”

  There’s no reaction, except the bulb lowers itself a fraction and tilts to the side. In the middle of it is a sharp beak, ringed with round suckers and shorter tentacles.

  Higher up, the monster carries a curious wreath of green and red leaves around its top, with a couple of clusters of red flowers hanging messily down.

  One tentacle comes over to me, holding a yellow fruit.

  “It wants to give you a salen fruit,” Jennifer explains. “And it wants to get rid of me.”

  Another tentacle snakes up across the rocks and curls itself around Jennifer’s legs, and would have pulled the legs out from under her if I hadn’t grabbed her and intertwined my body with hers.

  The bulb lowers itself more, and the eyes look at the whole situation from different angles.

  I kick hard at the tentacle holding on to Jennifer, and it reluctantly uncurls and lets her go.

  The tentacle holding the fruits offers it to me again.

  “Don’t take it,” Jennifer hisses. “I think I know what’s going on.”

  I ignore the fruit, and the monster brings it closer, until it’s right under my nose. It makes a small wagging movement, making sure I know the fruit is being offered.

  Turning my face away, I squeeze Jennifer harder, and the tentacle withdraws slightly.

  This situation is starting to make sense to me, too.

  “I think this is the time for your penalty for asking endless questions these past few days,” I say into Jennifer’s hair.

  “I think you’re right,” she agrees and looks up at me with some fear, but mostly expectation. “Will it be a particularly thorough penalty?”

  “I think it has to be. You were very inquisitive.” I bend my neck and graze Jennifer’s offered mouth with my lips.

  She moans softly, and I slightly loosen my grip on her so I can cup her breast and squeeze the insanely feminine firm softness.

  My manhood stands like a third presence between us, with the confused monster as a spectator in the air above.

  The kiss turns passionate as Jennifer puts her hand behind my head and I squeeze her breast to make her moan again. She complies, louder than I would have expected. She is putting on a show for the monster, and that is probably a good idea.

  My other hand slides down her back, then out on the firm, round shelf of her bare behind, feeling the smooth skin and the suppleness of the round flesh beneath. I let my fingertips run down the deep crack to the thighs, then stroke one finger against the extremely feminine flesh down there. There is definitely moisture that’s much more slippery than water.

  Jennifer whimpers at the touch and pushes her butt out, into my hand.

  I open one eye.

  The monster is hanging right above, the tentacle with the offered fruit now lying forgotten along the ground. Its eyes have withdrawn a foot or so, and the whole thing has a dejected air about it.

  I put my hand behind Jennifer’s head and let my tongue explore her soft, wonderful mouth that can do such remarkable things.

  “Is it still looking?” Jennifer mumbles in between kisses.

  “With great interest,” I reply.

  “Can you lift me a little? Put your hand under my— yeah, like that.”

  I cup a hand under her behind and lift her up about a foot. My cock slides down her stomach and settles at the divide of her thighs.

  “Let me down, but slowly and gently,” Jennifer whispers. “I’m not used to it.”

  She reaches between us and guides the tip of my cock to her entrance. “Lower me.”

  I let her down an inch, and the head of my manhood slides in between the smooth lips of her sex.

  Jennifer looks up at me, her eyes big and moist and clear, while she whimpers at the sensation. “Lower.”

  I comply, and my cock slides past a narrow part.

  She gasps and closes her eyes.

  I glance up at the monster. It’s still looking, all six eyes trained on us.

  Letting Jennifer slowly slide down on my cock, impaling her womanly center, I let a deep groan escape. “Oh, you are remarkable…”

  She replies with an eager whimper as I bottom out in her, the monster forgotten.

  I lift her up, and her eyes fly open. “Oh my Gooood…”

  Lowering her again, her tightness and warmth and weight in my hands and her noises of surrender and pleasure make my blood boil with lust. My hard rod is deep inside this female, taking and owning her.

  And with her full consent. It’s so different from the wild fights and battles that is sex between dragons that it turns my mind upside down. This doesn’t have to be a struggle to subjugate, the female doesn’t have to resist as hard as she can, to make sure the male she mates with is stronger than her and hence worthy of her laying his egg. It can be like this, too.

  And isn’t this just as good? Certainly, the triumph when the dragon female submits for a split second is breathtakingly wonderful, but having Jennifer offering herself like this is possibly even better.

  I carry her weight in my hands and easily fall into a rhythm of hoisting and lowering her as she curls her thighs around my waist and makes the most magnificent noises.

  I speed up, and her noises are amplified, becoming more intense. Pulling her to me with a firmer pressure, I make sure her entire slit is rubbing against me and especially against the root of my cock, where there are many protrusions that other females have enjoyed rubbing their openings on.

  Jennifer goes silent, jerking in my arms and drawing breath in short gasps. And then she squeals.

  “Yes, yes yes! Oh, fuck me! Harder! Take meee!”

  I do, bottoming out in her and holding her firmly as she thrashes and twitches, whimpering and moaning incoherently.

  I feel the pressure and the heat rising in myself, too. And one look at Jennifer’s glassy eyes, lost in ecstasy, puts me over the edge. My movements go jerky, and I spray hard inside her, blissfully filling this incredible female with my juices while I roar out my triumph so loudly it echoes from the trees nearby.

  Then I let her hang off me with my rod still inside her while we both get our breath back.

  “That… that was really something,” Jennifer finally pants. “Is the monster still there?”

  “The monster?” For a moment, my mind is blank. “Oh, that…” I look behind me.

  The monster is on its way back into the swamp, slowly dragging its tentacles.

  I let Jennifer down, and as we watch, one tentacle rips the wreath of leaves off the monster’s head and tosses it angrily away, red flowers flying.

  “Oh, the poor thing,” Jennifer says with sympathy in her voice. “She’s in love with you!”

  The last tentacle bearing the fruit withdraws, then shoots back, throwing the fruit right at Jennifer’s face, hard.

  I reach out one hand and intercept the missile before it can hit her. “So it would seem. She certainly has no particular affection for you.”

  Jennifer takes the fruit out of my hand. “This is a really nice gift. The island isn’t a trap at all, but a love nest.”

  The monster vanishes into the swamp, leaving only bubbles. An eye on a tentacle rises and looks at me, then whips around as if in a huff and is pulled down into the mud.

  “She must be so lonely here in the swamp,” Jennifer says as we make our way back to the pool. “Then a spectacular dragon shows up, and he goes right to her carefully prepared island. But he’s brought his own girl! So sad.”

  “Believe me,” I state with emphasis, “even if I hadn’t brought a female of my own, nothing would have happened with me and that thing.”

  “Are you sure?” Jennifer asks impishly. “Did you see the length of those tentacles? The squareness of the… umm… booty? She’s one of the most attractive monsters I’ve seen.”

  “Have you seen very many?”

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p; “Apart from the dinos? No, only the one. And you, of course.”

  We get to the pool, and we both jump in without any concern. “Are you calling me a monster?”

  She thinks about it. “Only if that gets me another penalty.”

  I grab her nipple between two fingers, hard enough to make her squeal fetchingly. “You know it does.”

  We find a place to sit on the sand with our upper bodies out of the water. Jennifer sits between my splayed legs, and I casually cup her breasts and play with them.

  “I’ve been thinking,” she says and tries to straighten her hair out. “About that riddle you told me. It doesn’t sound like a children’s riddle to me. More like ancient wisdom that was carefully crafted into a riddle to be easily remembered and passed down through the ages. I think it’s really important.”

  I slide my hands down her front and rest them on her lower stomach and her thighs. “M-hm.”

  “Who must pay? The one who has erred. That’s me, right? I erred, in a sense. Inflicting that injury on you. I have to pay with a piece of my hoard. Right?”

  I think about it while I let my fingers roam free across Jennifer’s front. “Yes, and no. I think the words are intentionally vague. And the word I translated to ‘erred’ has other meanings, too. Furthermore, you don’t have a hoard.”

  She hesitates. “Not like yours, maybe. But don’t you think it means that the one who gave you the injury should also be the one who heals it by giving up something important to him or her? Oh, that feels good.”

  “That would be one interpretation. How do you think that ‘scales must be traded’ applies to you?” I make little circles with my fingers all around Jennifer’s adorable belly button, enjoying her smooth, scale-less skin.

  “I guess there should be some exchange of bodily things. Like, I hurt your scales. Then you must hurt me, maybe. I hope that’s not it. Oh my, you are a tease with those fingers.”

  “Strange as it may seem, I’m not that keen on hurting you. Sometimes I am, though. Just the tiniest little bit.” I pinch the skin where her thigh meets the lower part of her torso, close to her slit.

  She whimpers. “That doesn’t... oh my... really hurt. It’s more pleasant than painful— okay, I take it back.”

  I lessen the pressure between my claws with a fold of her skin between them, then gently rub the pinched spot with one fingertip. “Go on.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe that riddle is nonsense. I mean, you’re not a supernatural being. You’re an alien. It must be possible to heal you using ordinary medication. Unfortunately, I don’t have any, except for the paste. I should mention that the spaceship makes a gel that works against everything for us, but not for dragons. A little lower. Lower.” She spreads her legs a fraction, making room.

  I slowly inch one finger down between her warm, soft thighs. “The Inferior spaceship, you mean. Yes, nothing from there can be anything but abhorrent and harmful to me.”

  “Ooohh yeah. Rub right there, on the outside. I guess we can only hope your hoard will do the trick. As a last-ditch option, you could probably go to Earth with us. I would think modern medicine could pull that splinter out of you with no problems at all. Of course, you going to Earth has a whole set of complications I’m not sure you’ll find that pleasant. But if it’s either that or death, then I think you should consider it.”

  “I’ll consider it,” I promise as I climb out. “If it becomes necessary. For now, I’m soaked all the way through and need some dry air.”

  “Yeah, maybe we should get out— aieee!”

  I grab Jennifer under her arms and easily lift her out of the pool, depositing her on the smooth grass beside it. “Maybe we should.”

  Jennifer clings to me while we both drip with water. “You’re a good bath buddy. Hopefully, the water didn’t extinguish your fire.”

  “Hopefully,” I agree. “We will know if I ever get back to my dragon form.”

  She looks up at me. “Tell me what I can do to help you. Anything. I don’t want to see you weakened because of that thing in your chest.”

  She is so sincere that my mind tumbles wildly. She means every word. She would do anything.

  For me.

  That has never happened before. Always with others I have encountered, there were ulterior motives, traps, attempts at manipulation. Especially with other dragons. They are all deception. But Jennifer is none of that. She’s all… good.

  Right now, I know why I took her from her village: it was this. This moment. I had a premonition, like the dragon form sometimes gets. Something good would happen. I thought it might be healing, or revenge for the injury. But it was none of those things. It was this. A sweet, wonderful female offering to do anything for me.

  It opens a new vista, a new door in my mind. I hadn’t even known that door was there.

  My vision is suddenly blurry. On an impulse, I bend down to smell her hair. “I will tell you when I think of something. In the meantime...”

  “... you want to check if it will be just as good without a monster watching us,” Jennifer completes my thoughts and unceremoniously grabs my cock. “Right?”

  “You are a mindreader?” I ask with mock suspicion. “I was warned against females like you. But yes, that is what I was thinking.”

  “Good,” she says, her voice hoarse, adding her other hand to the first around my shaft. “Because I want to do everything with you. And I mean everything.”

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  - Jennifer -

  I’m not sure what I mean by that, but I know I totally mean it. It’s the most confusing feeling, but it’s also totally hot.

  Caronerax’s pulsating cock in my hands, his towering, immensely powerful presence, the little sliver of sunshine I think I saw in him, the contrast to his gruff, demanding demeanor, the way he’s carefully and discreetly protecting me from every creature so it won’t all freak me out too bad, his cube of menace and sphere of safety that are both the same thing — that swamp monster isn’t the only creature that’s in love with him. This little Earth girl is falling, too. And hard.

  “I want to do it again,” I inform him. “For real. Without spectators.”

  “The spectators didn’t add much,” he agrees and puts one big, blue hand along my cheek.

  I lean into it, and he comes in for another long, passionate kiss that leaves me panting and hot. I swear I can see steam rising from us both.

  Caronerax takes my pouch-slash-fur and spreads it out on the ground, lifts me into his impossibly strong arms, and puts me on the fur on my back. He stands there for a moment, admiring me while his cock twitches hard and my pussy does much the same in expectation.

  I spread my legs and bend one knee, looking away and trying to be sexy, cupping my boob and stroking it like I’m thinking of something nice.

  My dragon comes in close and lays on top of me, covering me completely in a way that should squeeze the breath out of me, but which only makes me feel caught and helpless, adding a tiny bit of fear that somehow makes it all so much hotter.

  I lay my arms around him and squeeze. Right now there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

  No, I probably shouldn’t be doing this. He’s a different species, an alien that can probably make me pregnant if Mia’s and Eleanor’s cases are anything to go by. But the chances I’ll get back to Earth are still miniscule — even if I get to Bune, we’d be betting everything on the escape ship working. We girls don’t talk much about it, but it’s always the elephant in the room: it probably won’t work. Delyah and Mia and Ashlynn admit the old, alien spaceship that works on a hyper-advanced scientific principle even the smartest of the girls don’t understand will probably kill us if we try to use it.

  But none of that matters. This is a chance I’m not going to let pass me by.

  I’m in love.

  With a dragon.

  And of course, he might have impregnated me already. None of these things were anywhere close to my mind when I suddenly understood the monster’s interes
t in Caronerax and I was trying to think of a way to make it leave. A way that I really, really wanted to try.

  This planet makes you live for today, because tomorrow may never come. And if it comes, it’s almost certainly different from how you think it will be. Today sure has been like that.

  Caronerax’s weight pins me down and splays me out under him. His hard, swollen cock rubs up and down my legs and my stomach, electrifying every point of me it touches. The heat from him warms me up, and the hardness of his scales under the soft layer of skin reminds me of how different he is. Different, but not too different.

  Caronerax sits up and straddles me, letting his hands roam all over me. He uses the most perfect pressure — it doesn’t tickle, it merely entices and wakes up each square inch of me.

  I moan with deliberate impatience. I’m ready right now. And I know he is, too. That part is pretty obvious.

  “Well, dragon monster,” I tease. “Are you going to show me you’re the chief monster on this planet?”

  He adjusts his position, grabs my heels, and spreads me wide. “You know monsters can be dangerous.”

  “But you’re not dangerous to me,” I reply as cool air strokes across my boiling hot girly parts. “Only to those who want to hurt me.”

  He dips his head down and runs a long, smooth, textured tongue up the side of my pussy, making me twitch.

  “You’re right about that,” he growls. “It’s the most remarkable thing.”

  His tongue down there dips into the opening, testing it for moisture. There should be a lot.

  “But of course, perhaps I’m protecting you so I can have my way with you.”

  “I’m totally— oh yeah, do that again — okay with that.” I’m getting delirious, not aware of what I’m saying. All I know is, I want that cock inside me again. Damn, I’ve only had it once, and already it feels like I’m addicted to it.

  The blue dragon with the yellow stripes positions himself between my legs. He holds his incredibly exotic cock in one hand, showing it to me.

  “This is going inside you,” he grunts. “All the way.”