Page 51 of Caveman Alien's Terror

“You know how they say that a problem that’s shared becomes half a problem? Winning is the opposite. A victory that’s shared becomestwowhole victories.” I didn’t notice how hungry I was until now, so I bite right into the salen fruit and close my eyes as the full spectrum of flavors fill my mouth. “So I’ll do my best to help you win.”

“I know you will. Because I will make you, the way you like it.” He comes in close and runs one claw lightly along the undersides of both my bare breasts, forcing both nipples to contract so hard it’s almost painful.

I hurry to finish the fruit, because the only thing better than a salen fruit is sex with Praxigor.

Tossing the pit away, I lick my lips and go in close to the dragon. His scent and his warmth conspire to make me lose all concepts of time and place. “Well? Are you going to claim your payment?”

He strokes a lazy hand across my breasts, causing the nipples to tighten. “The payment may be greater than you thought.”

I shudder from anticipation. Heat is gathering in my center, fast. “I don’t think so.”

He walks a couple of paces away and checks the ground. “You enjoy lying on flowers, yes? These are smaller than the other ones.” He picks one and holds it to its nose. “Not much of a scent. It’s a shy flower, I think.” He tosses it away. “Not my type at all, as it happens. I prefer the blatantly fragrant ones. Remind you of anyone?”

“No,” I sniff, buck naked and so dripping with need I can smell it. “Never met anyone like that.”

“I did,” he rumbles, reaching out and stroking along my hip. “Most remarkable female I ever encountered. Do you know, she didn’t cower before me?”

I roll my eyes. “So not so much a crazy woman as a regular one, then.”

Two dragon fingers take a nipple between them and roll it, just on the right side of painful. “Oh, she’s crazy. For a while I only called her Crazy. Then I realized that wasn’t it. She wasn’t crazy in general. Just with me. And she made me crazy, too:”

I roll my eyes again. “Are you going to do something or just talk about some long-lost lover?”

“Is she lost to me?” He pinches a little harder, sending hard tingles down my front.

So itisme he means. I couldn’t be completely sure. For all I know, he might have met hundreds of women that didn’t cower before him and called them all ‘Crazy’. “I think it depends on how you make her yours.”

He kicks his boots off and discards his pants in a magician’s move that I can’t follow. “How? In what way, you mean? She indicated to me that she likes it hard.” He takes my hand, making it feel small in his giant one.

I shrug, so excited I forget to breathe. “Well, then do her hard.”

Praxigor yanks me to him and pierces me with his flame-like eyes. “I will.” He bends down and kisses me, soft at first, then hard and demanding. His dragon tongue invades my mouth, hard and searching, as a preview of what I can expect in my sex.

“Oh!” I exclaim as he disengages, his warm hands on my cool, naked skin.

“Turn around,” he commands.

I have no choice but to obey. It helps that there’s nothing I want more.

I turn my back to him and arch my back, putting my hand on the upper part of the rear curve in an instinctive pose.

He grabs my hips and pulls me to him, cock hard and thick against my ass. “Good girl.”

“You want me- down?” I ask, the breath catching in my throat from sheer arousal.

“No,” he says, one hand between my shoulder blades and pushing me to a bent-over position.

I obey, wanting nothing more than to present all my womanhood to him and have him take his pleasures.

In a move that would be impossible for anyone but a giant mythical being with infinite strength, he puts one forearm under my knees and lifts me, taking my full weight and bending me double in front of him, butt at his cock. “This is new,” he growls. “Tell me if it hurts.”

I’ve never been more exposed or more helpless. My arms dangle uselessly under me, but it feels good. It feelsright. “It doesn’t hurt.”

His other hand supports my chest, enabling me to relax completely. I almost cry from the care he’s taking to not hurt me or even cause me any discomfort.

His cock enters my sopping wet pussy. This time there’s no testing, no making sure I’m wet enough. He knows me now, he knows I get soaked at the sight of a talon. He just slides in, penetrating me all the way through in one hyper–confident move.

“Yesss,” I wail, happy that he gets it. I’m ready for him. Always.

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