Page 45 of Caveman Alien's Touch

I arch my back and groan helplessly as I give myself over to pure sensation. I can’t last long like this. It’s all heating up so fast, the sparks are filling me and…

I twitch, hard. “Oh my God.” There’s something caressing my clit, with immense care and smoothness.

I remember his second cock. That must be it now, setting me off?—

Then it starts to tingle, too. And I lose all control as the bliss comes to get me. Twitching and screaming and keening, I come on Noker’s half-dinosaur cock while he keeps thrusting, fast and deep.

I’m distantly aware that he grunts and jerks, too, stretching his arms above my head. There’s a sharp crack and a flash as from lighting somewhere close.

“It’s all right,” Noker says soothingly. “We’re safe.”

I believe him totally, so I dive back into the blissful wave without worrying any more.

His weight is on top of me, his warmth and his safety, as I ride out the climax, wondering if I’ll be able to walk when this is over.

Finally I look up at his face with unfocused eyes. “That was like thunder.”

“There are no clouds in the sky,” Noker says and slowly rolls us over so that I’m on top again. “Just a bang.”

Relaxing completely, I just want to stay here forever with his alien cock inside me. “And what a bang.”

We stay here for a long time before I recover enough to sit up while we eat a snack.

“What’s that?” I ask. There’s a rock on the ground, a round river rock that’s cracked exactly down the middle.

“That was the bang you heard,” Noker says and eats a berry.

“What happened?”

“I cracked it. Just for fun.”

“Oh.” I have no idea how anyone could crack a rock in half with only his hands, but Noker is incredibly strong and I’m not in the mood to think right now.

We lie there for a good while. I’m so relaxed and blissed out I start to tell him about my bakery idea, down to the design of the baking oven. “...but it not need be big. Just big enough, you know? To hold two loaves. Likethis. And with flat table. Shelves for storing. Some trays. Some things forstirringandmixing.” My vocabulary runs out.

“An oven,” Noker ponders. “We only have a small iron forge.”

I stretch luxuriously, enjoying the sun on my naked body. “Of course. That all the clan need.”

We wait until I can trust my legs to carry me, and then we walk on. The combination of Noker’s exotic features and his tingles is as close to magical as anything I’ve ever experienced. And then there’s the rest of him… my mind is still filled with pink clouds, all kinds of pleasant chemicals flooding my bloodstream.

The sun sets and the jungle gets dark. It’s never pitch black — there’s always some luminous flowers and other light sources that I can’t identify. But I’m happy Noker has his night vision and can spot dangers even now. We’re not even slowing down much, as far as I can tell.

After a long walk he stops and puts one hand on his hip. “Here we are.”

Looking around, I see nothing that looks any different from every other spot in the jungle. Except there is a faint smell of wood smoke in the air. “Are you sure?”

Noker looks up, and my gaze follows his eyes. There are dark shadows up there, round and somehow moving back and forth.

“Oh, okay,” I say when I get it. “The platforms.”

“Clansbrothers, please lower my platform,” Noker calls softly into the air.

Right away there’s a little whine as two of the shadows whizz down on ropes.

“Here you are,” says a deep voice as a figure steps off one of them and over to the other one without touching the ground. “No need for Brak’s platform?”

“He’ll come home in a few days,” Noker says as he places his backpack on the empty platform. “For now, it’s just Bronwen and me.”

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