Page 52 of Caveman Alien's Terror

“Mine,” he growls as he pushes in, moving my body like I’m a Fleshlight he using for his pleasure.

“Yours,” I wheeze on reply. The heat is building up so fast it almost scares me. I don’t want to come right away, I want to enjoy it first!

“Mine.” His cock is hard and thick inside me. But it’s not a stranger anymore. I know it well, how it feels and what it can do. His blue dragon cock is all I can think of, all that matters. There’s nothing in the world except his hard alien rod and my pussy.

“Yours,” I agree enthusiastically. My body clenches around him, wanting to delay the climax he’s doing his best to force from it.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He fucks me hard and fast. It’s right on the limit for what I can take, Each thrust into me fills me and punches a point in there that feels weird at first, but is reluctantly coming around to something good.

“Yours,” I pant as each stroke resonates through my sex and, faintly, the rest of me. “Yours. Yours.” Heat is building fast now. He’s taking me so decisively, so sincerely. He’s using me for his pleasure, not caring that he’s giving me incredible pleasure at the same time.

Or does he know it? He must know. From the sounds I make, at the very least.

“Mine. Mine. Mine!” The dragon thrusts faster, sliding easily in and out of my pussy. I’ve totally surrendered to his cock, no doubt about it.

“Yours. Yours. Yours!” I echo, meaning it more than I ever meant anything before. Because the way his cock hits me is different from before. Now it’s deeper, and my body reacts slower. But it’s building up to something very special, I can tell.

When it happens, and I climax on his cock, it’s as warm as melted sugar and much sweeter as it spreads through all of me, my pussy a seething cauldron that just boils over and sends its hotness to every part of my body.

My sounds are guttural and throaty. I want everyone to hear it. I want planet Xren to hear me getting fucked, I want to hear every damn dinosaur hear Praxigor fucking me, I want the whole damn universe to hear me coming on his cock. Because Iwon. And he did, too. Whatever happens now, we won. Against everyone and everything else. Just the two of us. Together.

“I love youuu!” I scream into the darkness as the orgasm wells up again in a long wave.

“Mine!” the dragons roars, his cock swelling and jerking inside me.

“Yours,” I whimper. “Forever!”

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I’m distantly aware of him laying me down on the grass after a long shared climax.

Then, to my wonder, Praxigor lies down at an angle and lays his head in my lap. It’s heavy, but no more than a human head would be.

Despite the post-orgasmic serenity and oxytocin overload, I stiffen in surprise. I collect myself and sit up properly. My hands go to his thick hair and his chest, cracked and broken because of me. “You all right, Praxigor?” The words have a thick sound to them.

“As right as I can be,” he says, staring up at the dark canopy of leaves.

I carefully put one hand on his perfect cheek and bury the other in his chaotic hair, warm and almost human.

Oh, let time stop right now. This is all I ever want.

17

- Praxigor-

Astrid’s fast heartbeat is like thunder in my ear. I run one finger along her leg, marveling at the smooth warmth. I’m relaxed and almost mellow. The intimacy with her made the pain go away, but I know it will be a brief respite.

Astrid’s hand is in my hair, slowly caressing my head and making it feel good.

I look up at her. “I told you there are other dragons on Xren. What I didn’t tell you was that they are married to Earth girls.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

I reach one hand down to rest on her ankle. “They all live far away. But they are in their dragon form, not this cursed shape. Nearly every dragon came to Xren years ago. We were made to believe that a certain enemy of ours was here, and that all their riches had been hidden on this remote planet. It was true, except there were no riches. And the last of the enemy was dead. Therewas no gold anywhere, as far as we could tell. It had been a trap. This whole planet is a trap for dragons.”

Astrid stares at me. “How?”

“We couldn’t leave,” I go on. “We were in our weakest form, exhausted and gold-less, unable to fly back through the Void. The woods are full of dragon slayers. That’s what the tribes really are, if you didn’t know. Their real purpose is killing dragons, the way our old enemy wanted.”

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