Page 52 of Caveman Alien's Bride

I scoot back until I can bend down to kiss his hard, exotic cock with all its features. Every time I see it, I can barely believe it’s been inside me. Or that it feels so good.

The sight gives me a sucking feeling down below. I want that again.

Letting my fingers stroke down his front, I caress his suede-like stripe and the smooth skin between them.

I grab his cock and kiss it, swirling my tongue around it and enjoying how it responds to my touch.

“Ahh,” Korr'ax groans when I take it deeper and let my fingertips play along the shaft. “You’re crazy…”

Maybe, but I’m also horny. And while I could play with his cock all day without getting bored, my own need is urgent.

I slide up along his front until I’m looking straight down into his eyes. “Lie still.”

He smirks at my confident command and rebels by cupping my bare butt.

Finding his cock with my hand, I position it at my entrance and slide back.

Korr'ax groans again, disguising the squelching noise from my over-excited pussy as I impale myself on him.

I groan too as I slowly let him bottom out in me. Again my body adjusts to him, stretching and shaping itself to accommodate. Sliding back and forth, I experiment with which angle feels better. I conclude that they’re all good, but my legs are getting tired.

As if he knows, Korr'ax takes over most of the movement by gripping my hips.

I groan and whimper, and the idea that someone might be listening despite the pouring rain is now more exciting than scary.

I straighten and lean back, supporting myself on his muscular legs. “I never knew you even existed,” I moan. “And now I want nobody else. Just keep fucking me.”

My clit rubs against Korr'ax’s hardness and I start to come in a deep, slow climax. I groan and squeal as I ride out for a long time.

“You come now,” I gasp, wanting my incredibly considerate lover to enjoy it as much as I do.

He gets it and pumps my hips, getting deep until his moves go jerky and he groans while his cock seems to grow inside me.

I collapse on his chest, He embraces me and buries his nose in my hair. “They can’t complain againstthat.”

We relax for a while before we get dressed and saunter out of the chief’s hut, about ready for dinner. The sun has set, and the rain continues. In the main square where the totem pole is, fires are burning brightly and the smell of grilled meat makes me notice how hungry I am. Dinosaur skin parasols and screens have been erected over the tables.

The members of the Tretter tribe, many of them so drenched in rain they're practically dripping, greet us with a degree of sheepishness.

“I think they listened,” I whisper to Korr'ax as we take our seats.

“Then we gave them the experience of a lifetime,” he cheerfully replies. “They will never want us to leave, if it becomes a regular show for them.”

The tribesmen sit down too. Big plates of food are placed in front of us, as well as thin-walled, decorated pottery that’s centuries nicer than the stuff in the Borok tribe.

“They already don’t want you to leave,” I tell him. “But the Borok tribe needs their chief, too.”

Korr'ax places good pieces of food on my plate, then serves himself. “A good chief is enough for two tribes. What say you, Shaman Vram’az? Am I enough for two tribes?”

“Chief Korr'ax is the greatest man in the jungle,” the shaman says seriously. “And yet, no man can be in two places at the same time.”

“A tribe should be able to govern itself for a few days without constant guidance,” Breti'ax creaks from a few places away. “Certainly the Borok tribe is still working perfectly fine even as we speak, despite our chief being here. Men are hunting, the Lifegivers are taken care of, the huts are kept in good order.”

“The Borok tribe has had good chiefs for a long time,” the shaman says. “Whereas we in the Tretter tribe asked Korr'ax to be our leader in the hope that he would spend most of his time here.”

“Your old chiefs not were good?” I ask.

“Not as good as Korr'ax,” the shaman says. “And the Tretter tribe became weaker.”

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