Page 44 of Caveman Alien's Touch

The moment I see it, my knees almost give in when the thought hits me: does he have the same tingling stuff going on with that as with his hands? If he does, and I’m right that he’s like an electric eel, he just might kill me with pleasure. Because my primal, genetics-conserving mind is in no doubt: Iamgetting that thing inside me. And if it kills me, then it was worth a shot.

I turn my back to him and wade further out in the stream, letting him get his first glimpse of my naked butt. It’s certainly big enough for him to not miss.

He comes in after me, and I innocently bend over to clean myself. The water is cool on my skin, but not so cold that it dampens the arousal. Squatting down, I clean myself properly all over.

Noker comes closer, hard cock bobbing from his midsection and casting a shadow of its own. “Shall I check if you’re clean?”

“When I’m done,” I promise. “Now, please clean the back.”

He kneels down behind me and gently scoops water over my back, stroking it with big hands.

When that’s done, I help him get clean too, sliding my hands all over his hard muscles and marveling at the combination of firmness, smoothness and the suede-like texture of his stripes.

I take his hand and wade back ashore. “Now get dry. Lie down.”

He sits down on the grass, squinting up at the sun. “We will dry quickly.”

“And I will help.” I kneel beside him and use my hands to wipe the water off his skin. Delighted butterflies of anticipation flutter around in my stomach when I work my way down his front until my wrist happens to brush against his scandalous cock. “Sorry.”

I’m not being subtle, but Noker is a male, and those will often need to get things spelled out for them?—

He takes my hand and pulls me up and closer, so I’m straddling his lower stomach and his manhood is pushing at my lower back. Taking hold behind my head, he pulls me close and places a light kiss on my mouth. “Then I will helpyou, too.” He proceeds to kiss all over my face, squeezes water out of my hair, and practically licks my forehead. “See? All dry.”

“Not all,” I confide and reach behind me to gently grab his cock. “There is place only this can help.”

His cock jumps in my hand and his bright yellow dinosaur eyes widen when he gets the meaning. “Oh…”

I’m practically shaking with arousal. No mortal girl can be expected to be this close to a mix of caveman and dinosaur and not be deeply affected. I’ve reached my limit. I can’t take it anymore. I’m giving in to it, the way I should have back in the cave with the drums playing outside. But this, by the side of a clucking river, in the light from the alien sun, is perfectly fine.

“I will do it,” I wheeze. “Is very big, and I am not.” Grammar is not high on my list of priorities right now, but I’m serious. I trust Noker to not want to hurt me, but this will be his first time, too, and I can’t be sure he’ll be as careful as I need him to.

I slide forwards until I can place the tip at my entrance. It’s thick, but not impossibly so. Testing with one finger, I find myself slick and ready.

“Will be slow, maybe,” I warn him. “Is first time.”

“We’ll take our time,” he rumbles.

I slide myself onto his rod, feeling resistance but pushing through. He fills me up, and there’s a little bit of a burn, but it passes quickly. Encouraged, I keep going until he’s as deep as I think he can get.

I stay there for a few seconds, getting used to the sensation of being stretched. And then there’s a tingle. Deep inside, warm and light.

“Ohh,” I exclaim as they keep coming, quickly building up to that sparkler effect that his fingers had on me. Except now, it’s deep inside my womanly center where I feel them the most. I close my eyes and let my head fall back, just enjoying the unbelievable sensation of having a fountain of warm sparks inside.

“That’s not slow,” Noker growls. “But keep going.”

Oh yes. I’m not done.

I lift myself up, sliding the cock out of me, but it’s hard going because I just want to enjoy…

In one movement, Noker lifts me and changes our position so I’m on my back on the soft grass and he’s above me, cock still inside. “You shouldn’t do the work.”

I lay my head back, feeling the rightness of it. I could have trusted him from the start.

I curl my legs around his waist, opening myself fully. “Take me.”

Noker pushes in, slowly and firmly. I feel all the various features on his cock, but only in the background — the sense of being filled up and the tingles are far more important.

But then he starts to fuck me properly, and it all comes together. The movement is the key to the bulbs and knots, and the tingles soothe and caress deep inside. My whole pelvis feels like it’s melting, churned to a golden liquid.

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