Page 40 of Caveman Alien's Terror

“Fully bare,” he says and uses the claw to pull my leather panties down in the front.

I pull them all the way and kick them off me, standing as bare in front of him as I can get.

“Female,” he growls in a voice that makes my chest tremble. Big hands run up and down my back, down my front, and all over me.

He’s being possessive, stroking me as if he owned me. It’s maybe how he would examine a piece of gold for his hoard, and I don’t mind being made to feel valuable and precious.

He lifts me, one arm under my butt, and carries me over to a grassy bed of red flowers. In their dried form, the cavemen use them as spices. But I prefer them like this, fresh and sweetly fragrant.

He puts me down in the middle of them, crushing a good few under me and releasing a strong floral scent that fragrancedesigners on Earth would kill for. Although they might complain that there is such a thing as being too seductive.

“Soft enough?” Praxigor asks as he kicks off his long boots and lies down on top of me, his cock poking me in the stomach.

“I don’t want it soft,” I breathe. “Keep it hard.”

“I meant the ground,” he growls, kissing my forehead and placing a trail of warm pecks down my cheek to my mouth.

“Oh. That too.” I don’t know what I’m saying.

He kisses down my body, the way he likes, sniffing and licking in small spots that catch his fancy. He’s bound for my lower stomach, and the anticipation is building fast. I know he’s good at this. Really good. But I also want more this time.

He pushes my thighs apart with a grunt that has a hint of reproach in it.

“Sorry,” I tell him and spread more, bending my knees to improve his access. The act sends more heat down below - he’s taking possession of me, and I’m helping him as much as I can.

His tongue circles my center in a slowly tightening spiral, driving me crazy with need to be touched, to be made to come. I have to stop my hand from diving down there and getting it started.

“No,” Praxigor growls and grabs my wrist, having seen the small movement. “You’re mine.”

He finally places a kiss right on my over-excited clit, swirling lightly around it with his tongue.

I buck from the touch, whimpering with need. “Yessss…”

“Such a ready woman,” he teases and gets up on his knees. “But it’s appropriate. Open yourself for me.”

Instead I push my knees together, something primal deep inside wanting him to make me.

He puts his hands on my knees and easily pushes them apart. “I thought you liked it.”

“I love it,” I whimper, opening myself more. “Please. I’ve been so good.”

His cock stands between us, blue and dangerous. But also irresistible.

My insides twitch. That is going inside me. It’s both terrifying and the most thrilling experience I’ve had.

He slides the tip down until it rests against my entrance, warm and insistent, alive and eager, barely being held back. His blowtorch eyes bore into me. “You’re mine.”

My eyes widen as he pushes in. It slides on my own juices, helped into my deepest center by my own treasonous body.

He fills me up slowly, making my body adjust. There’s a slight burning sensation, but that feels only appropriate with a dragon.

“Fuck me,” I plead. I’m already really close.

He pulls slowly out, touching every sensitive spot and bringing me even closer. There’s a lot of heat in my center now, pent up over a long time and finally having a chance for relief.

As if he knows, Praxigor pushes in again, firmly but slowly. This time I’m ready for him, and I swear I can sense every rounded scale, every gentle protrusion on his cock. It sets my midsection vibrating and I grasp for something to hold on to, finding onlyflowers and stems beside me and clutching them as the climax washes over me.

I hear my own whimpers and moans echo from the stone ceiling, but I don’t care. I want the world to know that this incredible dragon is fucking me good. And the climax doesn’t end, the way I’m used to. He keeps thrusting and I keep coming, as if there will be no end to this bliss.

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