Page 34 of Caveman Alien's Bride

“He was warrior,” I repeat, reaching out to touch Korr'ax’s massive knee. “Warrior should practice sword. Also when chief not say to practice. Shaman too.”

The caveman puts his hand on mine. For a while, the only sounds in the cave are the crackling of the fire and the drums from outside.

It’s completely inappropriate, and I should be ashamed of myself. But this whole situation is turning me on. The drums, the chanting, the flickering fire, the safety of the cave and the closeness to Korr'ax are all having an effect. The frit, too. But maybe most of all that this giant caveman, the respected chief of hundreds of other giants, a master with the sword, is letting me see him grieve over his dead friend.

It’s such a simple thing, but it says so much about him. He’s not just a steely leader and commander and killer, he also has a side that’s more human than most human men I’ve met. He’s veryreal, this one, and I find that hyper attractive. That part of me that wants to have his babies is getting really loud, it’s found some friends deep in my center, and now they’re all screaming at me to just get it done already.

“It’s all right,” I tell him softly in English. “This is a deadly jungle, and nobody can be expected to always win against it. Not even you. I know that’s a tough thing to face, but you’ll be an even better chief if you can.”

He sighs deeply, sniffles once and wipes moisture off his face, then smiles. “Very strange sounds. And very nice.”

I keep my hand on his knee and move it a half inch up, onto one of his orange stripes. “Why don’t you relax, and I will show you something.”

He puts his arm behind my neck and pulls me closer so he can kiss me. He tastes of frit and rekh’s blood, and I swear those are both strong aphrodisiacs. Because the touch of his lips sends hard tingles to my girly parts, and I know I’m ready for anything.

I kiss him back, not caring that he knows I’m needy right now. His fangs are hard and sharp against my lips, reminding me of how different and dangerous he is. I love that, and the tingles intensify.

I disengage before I lose all patience, then grab the edge of his kilt and tug at it. “This has to come off.”

Korr'ax pulls it off in about half a second, flinging it to a corner. His alien rod stands up from his crotch, exotic and dangerous-looking.

“I’m not actually that experienced,” I tell him, “but I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw it.” I take hold of the shaft and bend down to kiss the tip. It’s smooth and warm, and it twitches hard between my fingers.

Korr'ax growls deep in his throat, and I take that as a signal to continue.

Opening my mouth, I put my lips on the smooth head and swirl my tongue around it, experimenting.

There’s more growling. “Woman, this is… very…”

He doesn’t get further before I slide an inch of his cock into my mouth, keeping my teeth well away. I slowly take in more until the whole head is inside my mouth. That’s about all I can handle,but I’ve seen porn and I grab his shaft with both hands. Then I begin blowing him, sliding my hands in rhythm with my head.

“Oh sweet Ancestors…” Korr'ax tenses up under me, and his cock swells in my mouth.

I stop, worried that I’m bringing him off this fast. After all, he’s been visibly aroused for days and days, and his need must be enormous.

He looks down at me with his bright green eyes. “That is… I never…”

“Words fail you, huh? But now I want it inside me. Deeper, I mean.”

Worried that he’ll rip them with his giant strength, I quickly take off the nice skirt and the fine sheet that I’ve wound around my upper body like a short toga. That leaves me with only ripped panties, so I discard them too.

Korr'ax cups my breasts and gently squeezes them, growling and making me feel irresistible.

“I don’t need more warming up,” I purr, grabbing his cock again and trusting he’ll understand what I’m saying from the tone. “I just need this in me.”

Korr'ax kisses me again, then lays me back on the leather carpet, pulling over a square of fur and putting it under my head. I make a mental note to find out where that fur comes from — it’s really soft.

He’s above me, kissing my lips and gently biting them, reminding me of his predatory nature and his T. Rex totem animal.

“My wife,” he growls. “Mine.”

“Yes,” I agree, breathless with anticipation. I spread my thighs reflexively, wanting him. The scent of horny woman spreads in the cave, but I don’t care. This isn’t the time to be coy. I am hornier than I’ve ever been, and I want him to know it.

The tip if his cock brushes against my bare pussy and makes me buck. “Ooh!”

Giving me a quick grin, he adjusts his position and slides the tip against my sex, up and down, stoking the fire in my center. It makes a scandalously wet noise.

“I can’t believe you don’t have women,” I gasp. “Youmusthave done this before.”

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