Page 48 of Caveman Alien's Bride

I wipe some tears of relief. “I happy you like.”

Korr'ax pulls me closer, big hands on my chest. “It’s more thanlike, my wife. I didn’t know something like this existed in the world. It’s like she’s here, looking at me!”

“There is lot of art on Earth,” I tell him. “This is not good.”

“It’s a marvel,” he repeats. “The Borok tribe is honored that you have given us this.”

“You not angry? Because it Piper and big?”

He chuckles. “I’m not angry. A beautiful thingshouldbe big. We tribesmen know to value friendship. And Piper is your friend.”

I look up at him. “Yourfriend, too?”

“Piper is a friend of the Borok tribe,” he rumbles. “Although she didn’t want to be part of it. Perhaps you can make a picture of yourself, too? But not now. You must be hungry.”

We eat by the wall, Korr'ax having problems taking his eyes off it and me finding more and more little flaws with the portrait. But I’m happy with it. Whatever happened to Piper, this tribe will never forget her.

The moon Yrf rises in the sky, and the jungle gives off the usual night noises. In the far distance, there are hard bangs as some huge dinosaur snaps tree trunks like toothpicks as it ambles through the woods.

Korr'ax leads me up the stairs to our ‘penthouse’. We light the fire and the oil lamps, take off our clothes, and lie down on the furs.

I curl up with my back to him. “Thank you for not being angry.”

“You don’t know me yet,” Korr'ax says and spoons me. “If you did, you would know what makes me angry and what doesn’t.”

I reach behind me and grab his hard cock. “Oh, I think I know you, Chief.”

“Well,thatpart is easy to know,” he says, pushing his midsection closer to me. “But I am more than that.”

I push my butt back to place my sex on his. “You really are. Much more.”

He keeps surprising me with his decency and hidden depths. He may be a caveman, but that’s all on the outside.

He calmly pushes into my center, slick and ready, eager to be penetrated. The heat is already building in me, and I know I won’t last long this time.

“Oh yeahhh…” I groan as he fills me up and we become one. “I love you!”

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We’re quiet as we walk through the jungle. I recognize the direction — if we keep going, we’ll hit the ocean. But that’s not where we’re going. Korr'ax wants to show me the Tretter tribe, where he is also the chief.

I don’t know much about caveman politics, but I’ve gathered that being the chief of two tribes is unusual.

“There it is,” Korr'ax says. “The Tretter village. Open for your chief!”

These gates are more obvious than the ones in the Borok village. There are two big doors, and one of them slowly swings open.

Korr'ax frowns. “Both gates should open for the chief.”

“Clear insolence,” Breti’ax creaks. “That must be killed now, Chief.”

We walk in. This village is different from the one we came from. There are only huts and no rock in the middle. The huts are smaller and give me a less orderly impression. The leaves on their roofs are wilted and brown, and pieces of leather and wood are strewn around the ground. Not that I should be criticizing anyone — Piper's and my shack on the beach was smaller and can’t be compared to these at all. But after the Borok village, this looks like a lesser place.

Korr'ax confronts the lone gatekeeper. “Why is there just one of you on guard, tribesman?”

“We usually don’t need two,” the gatekeeper says. “Only the chief needs two doors opened for him. And, well, you’re never here…”

“My orders were for there to always be two men at the gate, day or night!” Korr'ax thunders, making sure he’s heard all over the village. “But at least you’re doing your duty as well as you can,warrior. How long have you been on guard?”

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