Page 78 of Caveman Alien's Terror

“My bread is famous, even outside the village!” Bronwen beams. “I will add that to the description. Hmm. How about this:Cora’s Crunch. Our signature loaf, renowned for its otherworldly and leafy flavor. This unique creation features a blend of caveman-picked jungle nuts, unearthly flour for an ethereal texture, fancy alien yeast, and a secret blend of mysterious spices that tantalize the taste buds and might not kill you. Famous among the bread connoisseurs of the scariest fucking planet you ever saw.

We chuckle.

I wipe my mouth. “So, there’s something else. Not about Cora.”

They all look at me.

“There’s another dragon,” I tell them. “Not the ones I told you about before, the married ones on the other continent. This one is onthiscontinent. In our jungle. His name is Betruchael. Golden scales. Mean and sneaky. Praxigor’s seen him a couple of times, years ago.”

“The golden menace,” Bryar says. “We’ve heard about that. Some tribesmen had to flee that part of the woods because of him. But I didn’t know he was a dragon.”

“Praxigor says he is. He’ll try to locate him without being too obvious about it. Dragon’s hate each other, and if they were to fight, he admits the outcome would be uncertain except that one of them would die.”

Alba sighs. “Another dragon. That’s just delightful.” She looks past me, and her eyes widen. “Not that I dislike dragons! Oh no. I like them. I think they’re… neat. With the… you know, the tails. And the talons. Oh hiii, Praxigor.”

I had already spotted him in the darkening sky, a magnificent blue dragon against the red sky.

He lands on the very top of the Mount so he’s out of sight for us, Changes up there, then jumps down onto the plateau of the Penthouse and saunters towards us, launching a herd of butterflies in my stomach.

“Hi, Alba,” he drawls. “How wonderful to know that you find meneat. It’s all I ever wanted to hear.”

There’s some nervous laughter. The girls can’t be sure how serious he is, if he’s being sarcastic or if he’s offended.

He comes over to me, lifts me off my feet, and kisses me deeply. “How is my love?”

“Really good,” I confess. “Better than ever. Ecstatic. And that’s not hyperbole.”

“Good,” he rumbles. “I can’t stand hyperbole. There’s something I want to show you.”

I glance at his crotch, because it’s usually that. “Um. Here?”

“Out there.” He looks out at the jungle, his pose one of perfectly relaxed elegance. I notice that the other girls, all happily married to incredible guys, have trouble taking their eyes off him.

“I guess I’m leaving,” I tell them. “For now, anyway.”

“Do you know where you’ll be staying?” Alba asks. While Bryar was able to get Korr’ax to agree to have the wedding in the village, actually having a dragon living inside the village walls was too much for the chief. And I can’t really blame him. So we don’t have a home yet.

“Not yet,” I tell the girls. “I’m not worried. We’ll find a good place.”

Praxigor jumps back up to the highest point, Changes to his dragon form, and comes in to land by the penthouse.

“So long.” I climb up on him and cling to his muscular neck as he takes off, wings beating and the whole dragon body moving with his living power.

I know about a place,he says as we soar into the warm evening sky.I hate going there, but you might like it.

“What kind of place?” I ask. “Why do you hate it?”

You’ll see. It’s obvious.

“All right.”

We’re flying straight into the sun. The air is balmy as it blows my hair back.. I’m safe on the back of my alien dragon, and to my constant joy and astonishment, my future looks bright. I guess some dreams come true.

We fly for a good while. It’s a big continent we’re on, but when Praxigor starts to descend, I think I can see an ocean ahead of us.

“Are we there?” I ask as we spiral downwards.

Yes,the dragon says, and I sense revulsion in him. And anger.

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