Page 21 of Caveman Alien's Terror

“I’m not good at faking anything,” Astrid says as her fingertips stroke up along my bulge. “It’s one thing we have in common.”

My cock twitches at her touch. When was the last time I had a female of any species touch me like that? I can’t remember. It may have been never. Dragons are not known for their tenderness. Any tryst with them ends with injuries and sometimes death.

I squeeze the other breast. “You may be the cheekiest woman I’ve known. Don’t you know how dangerous it is to be insolent to a dragon?”

“Right now, I don’t care,” she tells me. “You said you wanted me to be obedient. See how obedient I am? Now it’s my turn, dragon. Lower your pants.”

My mind reels. She dares issue commands tome?Where does she find the sheer audacity? I should rip her head off for that degree of disrespect. And yet I can’t deny that it makes me harder. She’s obeying, but also resisting in the most delightful, underhanded way. It must take some bravery. And it amuses me. Could this develop into an actual conquest?

“Youlower them,” I command. “If you’re so eager to be pierced. But know that this weapon can’t be put away without being wetted.”

Small, eager fingers find the drawstring and fumble with it. “I’m counting on it.”

I almost laugh. First she wants to be friends, and then shewantsto be penetrated by a dragon!

“Have you lost your mind?” I ask sincerely. “Are you insane? Is that why you’re wandering around the jungle alone, trying to be killed by monsters?”

“I don’t know,” she says as she loosens the knot. “You said I’m crazy before. Aren’t we all a little insane at times?” She slides two fingers under the edge of the fabric and tugs at it.

The pants are tight around my thighs, but Astrid manages to pull them far enough down to where my rod springs out and stands skywards.

I grin when I hear her gasp. She’s never seen a dragon’s manhood before, and it must make quite an impression.

“That’s… very special.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Did you expect anything else?”

She places one cool hand on the shaft. “I didn’t know what to expect.”

Her dark hand on my blue skin looks interesting. And it feels remarkably good. “Now that you see it, what will you do?”

The female adds the other hand. “I was thinking about this.” She bends down and licks up along the length of the shaft, setting off incredible sensations.

“That… is not a bad idea,” I wheeze from sheer surprise.

Then I notice that we’re not alone.

I spin around. “What is itnow?!”

Three slayers are hiding behind trees nearby. I both hear their heartbeats and smell their unwashed bodies. I would have noticed them much sooner if Astrid’s acts hadn’t taken hold of all my senses.

Enraged, I march right over, stiff rod bobbing in the air in front of me. I grab two of them by their throats and lift them off their feet. The third is right in front of me, but turns to run.

“Tarat’ex!” I roar, setting the trees atremble. “What is the meaning of this?!”

His two companions writhe and kick in the air, unable to speak but trying frantically to pry my fingers off their throats.

“We were looking for you, Chief!” the green-striped outcast squeals. “We searched for you through the jungle, then came upon the trail of that woman. We followed it, because there was nothing else to follow. Then… well, we didn’t want to disturb…”

I take a deep breath and let the two men down to the ground. “You did disturb! How dare you spy on your lord and master when he’s with a female!”

“Sorry, Chief. We didn’t want to, of course. It’s highly regrettable that we had no choice.” His smooth voice is thick with untruth.

I should kill all three of them right now. But I’ve invested too much time and effort in my plan to discard these underlings that easily, and the plan is close to fruition.

“Have you completed your task, at least?” I demand as I struggle to replace my still hard rod in my pants.

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