Page 43 of Caveman Alien's Terror

I glance at the fruit she shows me. “That’s pure filth you want me to eat. Leave that on the ground for a few days and you’ll see what happens to it. It will show you what it truly is.”

“It will rot,” Astrid chirps. “I already knew that. But right now, it’s delicious.” She bites into it, making juice run down her chin. “Nothing lasts forever. We have to enjoy the good things while they’re here.”

“Gold lasts forever,” I tell her. “It will always shine, never go dull. It keeps its weight and its heat, regardless of how long you lie on it and enjoy it.”

She turns once, showing me her unreasonably attractive behind with its deep, long split. “Once you find gold, I’d love to learn tolieon it. You make it sound so nice. Isn’t it cold?”

My cock twitches, both from the sight of Astrid’s feminine qualities and the thought of gold. “Yes! It’s cold at first. Cold and distant. Standoffish. It must be conquered and made warm. The more gold there is, the longer it takes to warm it up. But then it starts giving off its own warmth, and it heats you up, from the scales to your very heart and mind. It’s the most relaxing feeling, the greatest satisfaction! And yet, it’s never enough. Because the gold whispers to you all the time: ‘If this tiny amount of me feels this good, imagine what it would feel like if you had twice as much!’ And it’s true. More is always better.”

“And so you always need more,” Astrid chirps. “You can never rest completely. Never be fully satisfied.”

I laugh. “Never fullysatisfied?Woman, you have never plundered another dragon’s hoard!Thatis satisfaction, of a kind that you will never experience.”

Her eyes twinkle in the soft green light that surrounds us. “Don’t be so sure, dragon. I know what it means to be satisfied.”

My cock twitches again, hardening fast. “Yes, I suppose you do, in your little way.”

She scratches her chin. “Itwasonly a little, I suppose. Oh, if only someone could help me getreallysatisfied…”

I recognize the teasing in her voice, but still her words ignite fury in me. I grab both her arms and pull her to me. “Your onlysomeoneis Praxigor. No one else!”

She dares meet my gaze with a mischievous smile. “But Praxigor says he only satisfied me alittle.”

Her lack of fear both annoys and excites me. “You’re playing a deadly game, woman.” I lift the whole female up and take her slender throat between my teeth, touching her warm skin. The dragon in me is dangerously close to the surface, and for a brief moment I have the feeling that I might Change. But of course there’s no gold, so it’s impossible. Instead I lift Astrid higher, squeeze her against me, and lower her until the tip of my cock is touching her slick sex. “Are you sure you want to continue?”

She puts both arms around my neck. “Make me stop,” she rasps into my ear and pulls her thighs up to open herself fully, squeezing me between them.

I lift her easily, but there’s a compact weight to her that almost reminds me of…

No, it’s silly. She’s not made of gold.

I lower her down and adjust my manhood until it touches her wetness. She’s so slick that I simply lower her further until I feel her warmth embrace the first part of my rod. Sticky drops of her juice run down my shaft, cooled by the air but telling me that she’s more ready than any female I’ve ever known.

Her eyes are glassy when I lower her further, past her tightest spot.

“Ohh,” she whimpers as I fill her up.

She’s remarkably tight around me, warm and inviting. I know I won’t last long like this - she’s driving me crazy with her need and her constant arousal that keeps affecting me. For some reason, her not being a virgin anymore is just making me moreexcited. I took her first, and I want to be the only one who has her.

I bottom out in her, holding her firmly and enjoying her body all around my rod, her fast heartbeat resonating through my whole pelvis. Her dark tone looks wonderful against my light blue, as if she was specially made for me. Only gold looks better on me. And doesn’t she have a golden hue sometimes, in the right light?

I lift her, pushing her center against me because I know that stimulates her the most. Lowering her again, I’m conscious that I’m using her for my own pleasure, doing what feels best for me.

“It’s the way it should be,” I growl. “You are to please me.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “I want to please you. Harder, Praxigor. Harder!”

I increase the speed and penetrate her to her very depths with each thrust. The climax is already boiling at the bottom of my spine when Astrid’s eyelids flutter, she goes quiet and then screams out in joy.

I speed up more, wanting to enjoy this to the fullest. And while she’s shaking in my arms, I roar as I release inside her, my cock twitching in hard spurts that seem to go on for a long time.

But it’s nothing compared to her. When I’m good and spent, she’s still climaxing, hard and loud. And I want to allow her the pleasure, so I keep fucking her, lowering her and raising her, slowing down to help her land safely.

Astrid clings to me, panting. “Oh. Yeah. That was more than a little.”

“Nothing about me is little,” I say with some satisfaction of my own. “Except my patience for game-playing females.”

Her quick breath is warm on the side of my neck. “I like it when you’re impatient.”

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