Page 46 of Caveman Alien's Terror

With my hands free, I bend double to untie the ropes around my ankles.

Astrid is standing downhill from me, looking blindly around. “Praxigor?”

I straighten and spot my pants on the ground. The creatures must have brought them too, along with Astrid’s dress. I quickly put them on and to my surprise find that my pitiful caricature of a hoard is still in the pocket.

“They will pay for this,” I growl as I make my way down the bare, wet rock. “The humiliation alone?—”

I slip on the rock and fall backwards, then slide down the incline, sweep Astrid’s legs away from under her, and end up with her on my lap as we both accelerate fast down the smooth rock.

Astrid clings to me. “Praxigooorrr!”

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- Astrid-

“Fool’s gold!” There’s a piercing screech as Praxigor uses his claws to slow us down.

I can’t even imagine the deep gouges he must be carving in the bedrock.

As he finally comes to a stop, my own momentum keeps me going, and I grab frantically at the dragon’s chest to stay in place. But his scales are smooth and don’t give me any handholds. “I can’t hold on!”

At the last moment he casually grabs my wrist and holds me on his lap. “This isn’t the time to play hard to get, Astrid.” His deep voice resonates through me.

I drag myself higher onto his lap until I can lock my arms around his thick neck. “I wasn’t playing!” I yell, panic tugging at the edges of my mind.

Praxigor pulls me closer, setting me firmly on his lap. “You mean you reallyarehard to get? Because my experience has been different.”

Before the many-armed creatures left with their torches, I saw that we’re underground in some kind of giant cavern. There’s a huge waterfall to our right, and its thunder is amplified so much by that immense cave that I can barely hear what I’m saying. Praxigor’s voice comes through fine, though.

“I’m hard to get for everyoneelse,” I clarify as I cling to him. I don’t know where I am, just that I don’t want to keep going downwards here because I strongly suspect there’s no way up.

His yellow eyes scan my bare chest. “Ah. Yes, the evidence supports your claim.”

I notice with a grain of disappointment that he’s put his pants on again. “Can you see anything?”

Despite the darkness, I’m sure I spot a white grin as he slides his hand down my back and ends up at my butt, one claw stroking across the sensitive skin really close to my pussy. “Almost everything.”

And such is his attractiveness that even here, for all I know hanging on some kind of terrible precipice above pointy rocks, a delightful tingle goes straight to my center. “Oh my… I mean, can you see where we are?”

“Always the questions,” he sighs. “Very well. We’re on one side of an underground cavern. There’s a large waterfall and a long drop to some kind of rapids.”

“Do you think we’ll be able to climb back up?”

He cranes his neck to look up the way we came. “I would.Wewon’t.”

I think I get what he means. On his own, he can get up there. But not if carrying me. “What if you climb up and then lower a rope or something?”

He thinks about it. “How long a rope have you ever seen on this planet? It’s a genuine question. I never had reason to notice those things.”

“The tribes have ropes.”

“Would they give me one?” he asks, pointing out the flaw.

“They might,” I try, knowing it’s not true. I suddenly understand only far too well what the phrase ‘grasping at straws’ means.

“It would have to be a very long rope,” he says mildly. “With a loop at the end, so that you could put it under your arms and I could pull you up.”

“I know.” I clench my eyes shut, barely keeping it together. Even if Praxigor could find the Borok tribe and persuade them to give him a rope, they would have to make it first. From scratch. That alone would take a day or more.

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