But I just did.

The world spins around me. I feel naked and vulnerable, but also strong and powerful because I’m still alive and my rescuer clearly likes what he’s seeing.

I’m warm and cold at the same time, knowing I should be dead right now.

It’s almost as if I have a new life that just started. And I can do whatever I want with it. This seems like a good start.

Yes, it is crazy. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever done.

Then I guess I’m crazy. All I know is that right now, I feel safe from the jungle for the first time ever, and I’m as turned on as I’ve ever been.

I shimmy out of my panties. They’re not hiding much anyway.

The caveman’s eyes feel hot as they focus on my bare sex. It’s an invasive look, but it makes me feel attractive. Because his cock keeps twitching.

He comes in close. “Jahveel tilbeh day.”His voice has a hoarseness to it now that only makes it deeper.

Grabbing me under my arms, he lifts me really high on straight arms. He must be incredibly strong!

Then I yelp as he quickly arranges me with one leg on each side of his body, splayed wide. The tip of his cock is tickling my lower lips.

“Umm… I’m not sure if I’m ready for this…”

But he wasn’t planning to lower me onto him. That was only a midpoint. Now he lifts me again, puts my legs over his shoulders, and supports my back with both his arms. I lie back, splayed totally open for the caveman’s gaze.

“Yeah, I hope you know what you’re doing,” I try, a pang of worry going through me because of his fangs “That’s a really sensitive part—ooohhhh!”

He shuts me up with a soft, gentle, and warm kiss right on the top of my pussy. He makes his way along it, licking with a warm, searching tongue. It has to be textured, because it sets off a rush of sparkling tingles through my whole pelvis.

“This is wild,” I mutter. Actually, this is beyond wild, well into the unreal. It’s so crazy that I can just let it happen.

With an Earth guy, I would probably be self-conscious and worried about all kinds of things. But I don’t really care what this caveman alien thinks about my personal grooming or the taste or the smell.

I lean back, grateful he’s taking charge and that he seems to know what he’s doing. This feelsgood, and that’s not something I’ve been used to lately. I’ll just enjoy it until he gets tired.

The caveman’s tongue and lips are soft, but insistent. He focuses on the right spot, touching and staying away, teasing and stroking. When he hits a good spot, I moan to let him know. When he doesn’t, I stay quiet. It works, and he quickly gets it really right. He's being systematic about it, testing one thing and checking my reaction before moving on.

“That's what you've been doing the whole time,” I moan as I suddenly get it. “You've been experimenting like an expert. I'm just slow to get it. Oooohyeah, that works.”

To my surprise, I can feel the first little sparks of a climax deep in my center. This could actually turn outreallygood.

The caveman keeps hitting the right spots, and now I can’t stop it if I wanted to.

I’m being eaten out by an alien with fangs and stripes, in an alien jungle, next to the carcass of a predatory dinosaur. And he’s making mecome.

I go quiet as the warm flood wave builds in my center. Then I give myself over to it, moaning and whimpering as it washes through me.

I lose track of the caveman. Whatever it is he does down there, it’s soft and warm and wet, and it’s making me climax hard and long.

Finally I sigh and open my eyes. “You’re super talented.”

The caveman shifts his grip on me and turns my naked body around in his hands, as if I were a vase he was checking for cracks. Green eyes scan my bare skin, snagging on the many little scars and half-healed injuries I’ve acquired on this planet.

“Deh olerike,”he rumbles before he sets me down on my feet, checking if my knees will carry me.

I look down at his still engorged rod. I guess it’s only fair if I reciprocate—

He quickly pulls his kilt back on, struggling to put the hardness back in its leather prison. He fastens his belt and adjusts the sword.