Page 19 of Caveman Alien's Terror

“Yes,” I breathe. “You decide.”

He rewards me by bringing one finger back, the knuckle sliding up the middle, then down, then back up. It’s a slow, soft move, teasing me and making me anticipate a firmer touch.

“Deeper,” I groan.

He smirks and adds a fraction of force, pushing the finger in between the folds with a sloppy sound. “So ready,” he muses.

“Uh-huh,” I agree because there’s no use denying it.

He’s not even in, and yet his fingertip takes all my attention as it slowly rotates and goes deeper. Other fingers slide up and rotate, there, too.

“Oh!” I exclaim again as he strokes right past the most sensitive part and sets up a slow circling motion around it.

It feels incredible, being this helpless and this turned on. It would take so little to break the magic. One wrong move with those claws, and it’s done. But I lean into the trust, wanting himto be expert at this. Another wave of heat goes through me, and I’m already getting close.

“More and more ready,” comes the deep comment. “But not yet.”

I whimper in protest as he takes his hand off me again and releases me. Instead he lifts me until I’m level with his face, easily seven feet above the ground. He holds me there and spreads me wide with my legs over his shoulders and his forearms supporting me when I lean back. I feel his spikes against my dress, but they bend away and don’t bother me. The hot jungle air feels cool on my overheated sex as I lie back, completely open for whatever he had in mind. And there can really only be one thing, unless he’s going to take a bite out of me.

The first lap up my pussy is light and makes me shiver in delight. The second goes deeper, exploring my dripping folds and forcing another exclamation from me. “Oh…”

He takes my whole pussy into his warm mouth, his tongue circling my clit softly as he feasts on me.

I reach for him, finding his head and his massive shoulders for support, to keep me at least somewhat grounded. Because this is making me dizzy. His thick hair is warm and coarse between my fingers, giving him a reassuring grain of humanity.

My body jerks in his arms as he increases the pressure on my clit. Now I’m not worried about his claws, I can enjoy it fully.

He starts to hum with his deep voice, the small vibrations running through my sex and straight into my center.

I have no defenses against this. He’s in total control of my arousal and when he wants me to come, that’s what happens.The climax washes over me, and I throw my head back, bucking in his arms as I cry out, again and again, reaching higher orbits.

Praxigor chuckles against my pussy before he leans back. “I will note that Earth females have a better taste than most.”

I can’t reply, just panting and shuddering from the mild aftershocks. I never thought I’d have an experience like this on this terrible planet. But I guess it can’t be all bad if this is possible.

He lies me down on a small patch of grass. “I assume you don’t have the use of your legs yet. Don’t worry, that’s common.”

Still breathing hard, I glance over at his bulge. “I have the use of other things.”

He just chuckles, amused. “Oh, I know. But I also know you’re unbreached. And such sentient adult females have a certain value for my kind. Entertainment value, I hasten to add.”

Oh yeah. That’s a piece of the legend I’d forgotten. The dragons like to have virgins chained up and left for them to take. But I don’t remember reading that this was what they did to them. You’d think the virgins would line up to be chained.

Still, I feel I should give something back to him. “I might be able to help you in other ways.”

“Give me gold, Astrid. That’s the help I need.” He rubs one black boot against a tree trunk, but it’s still caked in smelly grease from the outside of the dinosaur.

“May I at least help you with that?” I ask, adjusting my dress and resolving to fix it.

“I suppose you may,” he says and puts his hand on his hips, barely lifting one foot off the ground.

I rip leaves off some bushes, get my water skin out of my pack, and pour a little bit of it onto his boot. “It looks waterproof,” I tell him as I start to wipe with the leaves. “So this won’t damage it.”

The dinosaur grease is thick, but it’s not the first time I’ve dealt with it. After a couple of minutes one boot is clean and shiny again. “The other one?”

Praxigor changes his weight and lifts the other foot off the ground, letting me repeat the procedure. I marvel at how he can make every little movement look so confident and almost obscenely male. It’s as if this deadly jungle is just his playground, his sandbox. He’s not afraid of anything here, while I’m scared of everything. It makes me want to be around him more, and try to discover his secret. Maybe his powers will rub off on me.

“There,” I say when I’m finished. “What do you think?”

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