Caveman Alien's Trap

by Calista Skye

  While the water’s heating up again, I go and get many more fistfuls of the leaves. They’re long and thin and soft, without the waxy surface that some of the other leaves have. With the serrated edges, they remind me of nettles, but they don’t sting

  I pour out the other pots and put the alien nettles into them all, fill them up with water, and hang them all over the fire. I think I will need a lot.

  “Caroline is cooking?”

  Xark’on has come out of his hole, and now he’s drinking water again and eating cold turkeypig stew. Seriously, the food on this planet needs work.

  “No, this is something else I want to make.”

  “For the trap?”

  “Maybe. Maybe not.”

  He nods and keeps chewing.

  Hm. This little project of mine might turn out as a success. If so, maybe it will take the edge off his anger when I leave. Or his disappointment. Or whatever he might feel.

  What if he doesn’t care whether I stay or go?

  The thought makes me feel cold. No, let’s not think that.

  “How’s your hole?”

  “Getting deeper,” he rumbles.

  “Won’t the dragon wonder what you’re doing here? I mean, she might suspect what you’re digging.”

  “She can’t see this from her trench. And she rarely comes close to this part of it. She has other things to take care of.”

  I throw out a wild guess. “In the middle of her maze? That star-shaped area? Which can't be that far from here?”

  Xark’on turns away and scans the edge of the jungle. Then he drops the water pouch and grabs my hand.

  I almost fall over from the sudden jerk, but he drags me along. “Hey!”

  “Irox,” he says tightly.

  I look up. And yeah, there’s a small, dark shape up there. It pretty much has to be a dactyl. And even if it isn’t, on this planet I can be sure it’s not a nice creature like a seagull or a sparrow or something. Unless they’re giant killer seagulls with long fangs and scales like vipers.

  We crouch fast under a large bush and stay still. I don’t know how well dactyls can hear, but I decide to err on the side of caution and just shut up.

  From my short glimpse, it looked like the dactyl was coming roughly from the direction where the cave is. There’s a chance that’s Heidi or Dar’ax on their tame dactyl, out looking for me.

  But if it’s not that, then going out in the open could turn out really bad. Those not-dactyls are the creepiest things I know on this planet, and that’s really saying something in a jungle as wild as this one.

  The knowledge that there’s one up there, just waiting to see movement so it can swoop down and attack us with its huge talons and horrible teeth makes me shudder, and I cling to Xark’on’s strong arm. He responds by absentmindedly putting his arm around my shoulders and holding me tight while he’s also peering up between the leaves to check on the dactyl.

  The heat from him is chasing some of the fear away, and the scent of him is very strong in my nose. My chest shakes along with his strong, slow heartbeat. He makes me feel small and dainty and safe.

  And horny. I don’t know if it’s the sudden danger from above or the thought of the Worshipping he gave me last night, or just the fact that I’ve been with him for days now and my body just can’t get enough. But the fact remains: I’m dripping.

  “Is it gone?” I whisper as softly as I can.

  He responds by squeezing my shoulders, which from a linguistic point of view can mean anything from ‘shut the fuck up, bitch’ to ‘no, it’s coming for us, and we’re going to die’, or ‘I enjoy squeezing your shoulders’. But I choose to interpret it as ‘I’ve got you, whatever happens’.

  My arm is hanging a little awkwardly between us, so I casually move it to where the fingers are touching Xark’on’s bulge. Right now, it’s not as big and hard as it usually is, but after two seconds of my fingers kind of stroking it in the most innocent way, it’s grown noticeable harder, and Xark’on’s breathing sounds shallower.

  So does mine, probably. Well, if we’re going to be killed by a dactyl in two seconds, we might as well go doing something we like. And I like touching Xark’on like this and feeling him swell under my touch.

  At least a minute goes by, and his bulge is large and warm and straining at the dino skin of his pants.

  I shift my position so I can use my whole hand, and then I think ‘fuck it’ and pull at the knot in his drawstring. To my surprise, it comes loose, and then the upper half of his large cock springs out of the pants like a jack-in-the-box. But thankfully without the sproing noise.

  Again, Xark’on squeezes my shoulders.

  “Still there?” I whisper.

  He doesn’t reply, just adjusts his position to one that I assume is more comfortable. And then he twists the arm over my shoulder so that his hand can grab my breast.

  The touch makes me moan softly from the tingles in my nipples and as a signal to him that I really like it.

  I think he gets the message, because his cock twitches in my hand so hard I think maybe he came already. But no, it was just excitement. I guess the danger turns him on just as much as it does me.

  His cock is so hard and still so smooth, like a steel bar wrapped in satin. A steel bar with all kinds of protrusions and bulges and ridges and other mysteries that I think will feel very interesting in my pussy. If there’s room for this thing.

  Or these things, rather. Because he does have two of them. One large, semi-ordinary one and one smaller that seems to be more dexterous. As if he can use it almost like a finger. I felt it when I was blowing him. That thing has some life in it.

  My pussy is tingling like crazy, and I don’t even care that there might be a dactyl right overhead. I now really want this cock in me, especially if I’m about to die. It would be a tragedy if I spent my last days alive so close to a cock like this without trying it out the way it was meant to be used.

  “It has to be gone now,” I hiss.

  “What has to be gone?”

  I roll my eyes. “The irox!”

  “The irox has been gone for a while.”

  I can’t believe this. “Then why are we still under this bush?!”

  “Because I like the things that happen under here.”

  That’s actually pretty good logic. I take my hand off his cock. “Good things can happen other places, too.”

  “They can? Where?”

  “Pretty much anywhere else. Out there on the grass, for instance.”

  “Ah.” He takes my hand, and then we get up and walk out into the open again. Yep, the sky looks clear. But if we’re going to do what I think we should, it can’t hurt to be under a tree.

  And I see a good candidate. It’s not too tall, but it has a large and dense crown about fifty feet up. That should give us okay cover if another dactyl were to pass overhead.

  I drag Xark’on there and find a very large leaf like from a banana tree to sit on.

  I peer up at the caveman. “Shall we continue?”

  He sits down next to me with his cock half out of his pants.

  I tug at the material. “Do you need this?”

  In no time, he’s pulled his pants off, and then we’re kissing again, deeply and with a decent degree of need. The little shock of terror that dactyl gave me has been transformed to considerable heat and wetness in my pussy, and I need the opposite now. This is already more passionate than any sex I’ve had in my life.

  “I want,” I state between kisses, “you to fuck me.”

  “Fuck you?”

  “It means to put this,” I grab his rock-hard cock, “in the place you Worshipped last night.”

  He swallows, and his eyes are glassy with excitement. I’m sure it’s adorable, but right now I need his cock in me, and he’s just staring.

  To show him how much I need it, I pull my dress off and toss it away and then grab his cock again. “This. Goes. Here.” I spread my legs and point. It would be nice if he would take ch
arge right about now.

  He stares for another two seconds. And then it’s like he wakes up. He takes hold of my knees and pushes them apart, exposing me fully.

  “Yeah,” I sigh and lie back on the grass, which is thankfully pretty thick and doesn’t itch too much.

  Xark’on gets on his knees and places his cock at my pussy.

  “Lower,” I urge. I know guys sometimes don’t realize how far back the actual opening is.

  Then he gets it and adjusts his position.

  I don’t need any warm-up. I’m pretty sure I can take him fine now. His cock is large, though. But I don’t want to tell him what to do. He must have the sense to realize that he can’t just plunge it in.

  He applies pressure, and his alien cock slides the first inch into me. It slides so easily I almost feel embarrassed for my slutty horniness. But no, I won’t feel that. I’m horny, but so is he.

  He pushes his hard manhood further in, and now there’s resistance. My pussy has never had anything that big inside. Maybe almost, and maybe it had some of the same features, but it also had ‘Made in Taiwan’ stamped on it, and felt nowhere near as good as this.

  I moan and look up at Xark’on. His face is so alien, and that sends another spurt of heat to my pussy. It wants more.

  “More,” I moan. He’s clearly halted to check on me, making sure this is the right way. If only eager boys on Earth would be as considerate.

  He pushes again, and now he’s filling me up pretty much all the way in. His girth is forcing my pussy to adjust, and there’s a slight burning sensation, but it mixes with everything else and fades to just another source of pleasure.

  Then he pulls out, and suddenly my pussy is alight with all kinds of intense pleasure. I gasp at the sheer intensity. I’ve never felt anything remotely like this, even with the Taiwan thing. I can feel every single nerve ending coming alive, and each of them is dazzled, telling me ‘girl, we don’t know what the hell this is, but whatever you do, make this continue!’

  And it does. Xark’on pushes in again, faster, and again my pussy lights up with all kinds of delightful sensations. My soaked pussy gives off a squelching noise, I arch my back and whimper in pure lust as he pulls almost all the way out.

  He pushes in again, and now my pussy is just a kaleidoscope of pleasure. I won’t last long now. It might be Xark’on’s first time, but it sure feels like my first time, too, as if the other times were just dry humping. At best.

  He’s deep in me again, and then my eyes fly open, and I give off a little scream of wonder when there are definitely vibrations at my clit, and a jolt of heat surges up my spine. Yeah, that hits me just right. His eyes are so violet and his scent sooo good, this alien caveman with his fangs and stripes and strength... The climax is upon me before I know it, and I jerk and buck and whimper and moan, because we’re out in the open. But I can’t keep it down that much.

  Then Xark’on grunts, his alien cock twitches and swells inside me, and he shoots his juice deep inside me, a complete victory of life and energy over danger and death that just sends me higher.

  It takes me a long time to come down. When I do, Xark’on has pulled out and is standing up, looking around for dangers. His cock is still hard and pointing skywards, and it would be a comical image if it and he weren’t so impressive.

  “Good going, warrior,” I sigh and sit up on the large leaf. “That was wonderful.”

  He sends me a self-satisfied smirk. “I wondered if I had murdered you. But then something in me took over, and it proved very pleasant.”

  “Really? Coming inside a woman is pleasant? I thought it was torture for a man.”

  He stares at me in disbelief. “No! It was wonderful.”

  I get to my feet. “Really? Are you sure?”

  “Yes! It was a feeling like … I’ve had a similar thing happen before, but not… hm. Not with someone. It was very wonderful. The world opened to me. Isn’t it pleasant for you?”

  “Oh, no! Didn’t you hear me scream?”

  His jaw drops, and he goes pale. “But I thought… if… you...”

  I take mercy on him, walk over and grab his hand and smile. “Xark’on, it was wonderful. Perfect. It feels better than I can ever explain. You’re very gifted, and you gave me a pleasure that’s probably much greater than your own. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have joked about it. But I still owe you for your spoon joke.”

  He smiles in relief. “I’m not sure you owe me that much anymore. Now I think it’s I who should joke with you.”

  I squeeze his hand, regretting my silly joke about this sensitive topic. “You do, huh? Well, do the best you can.” I finally pull my dress over my head.

  My legs are still a little shaky. So that’s what sex can be like. I had no idea.

  Xark’on goes back to his hole, picks his shovel back up, and jumps down.

  I check on the pots. It looks like it’s working about as well as I was hoping. I take the white clay and crush it into the finest powder I can. It has to be really fine.

  The shadows are getting longer, and it surprises me as usual. The day here on Xren is a couple of hours shorter than on Earth, and I never suspected the difference would seem so great. I guess the Earth day is ingrained in me, so I’m always surprised when the sun starts setting.

  Yeah, now it’s probably too late to go back to the cave. I could make it... probably. But twilight brings out all kinds of weird beings. And my desire to go back there is even less than before. Hey, the girls can handle another day without me. It’s not like I’m their mother. And feeling worried about me is only good for them. Wouldn’t want them to take me for granted.

  I’ll go home tomorrow.

  Xark’on tosses another huge load of dirt out of the hole with superhuman strength. Now I’m sure I can hear humming, and it’s a happy tune in his deep bass. Having sex with me made that alien caveman happy.

  Okay, maybe I’ll go home tomorrow.

  - - -

  Xark’on works for another hour or so, and then he comes up, and I admire how much he’s done.

  “You’re like a whole team of diggers all by yourself,” I gush. “That hole is deep.”

  “One man can do much when he has the right tool,” he responds. “And you thought of this.” He casually balances the huge shovel vertically in his palm with the blade pointing up and then tosses it spinning thirty feet into the air and catches it again. “It’s a good tool.”

  “Only in the right hands,” I counter. “And I’ve seen better tools than that.”

  “You have?”

  “Yes. Very recently.” I glance at his crotch to make sure he gets it.

  He arches his eyebrows. “I see. Do you think you will see it again?”

  “Warrior, if I don’t, there will be murder.”

  His crotch bulge twitches again. “Well, we can’t have that. Murder’s not nice.”

  “See, that’s what I thought. I’ll just finish up here, and then maybe we’ll go back to your treehouse? To eat? And also check out your tool collection?”

  “Ah. I don’t really have a collection. I think you’ve seen them all.”

  “When the tools are good, you just need one or two of them. Or so they say on my planet. Well, I think they do. Don’t worry. I know your tools are really good.”

  I sashay back to my pots. He’s bringing out the needy slut in me, and I don’t mind it. I am needy. I’ve needed this for so fucking long.

  Then I miss a step as another caveman comes walking out of the jungle straight towards me.

  No, two.

  19

  - Caroline -

  “Xark’on!” I call urgently and shrink back from the newcomers.

  “I’m here,” he says softly behind me before he takes my arm and holds me behind his back.

  Then he stops and puts one hand at his belt. “Greetings, Roti’ax and Yru’zan!”

  “Greetings, Xark’on,” they reply, and their voices aren’t unfriendly. Just reserved.

  I c
heck out their stripes. Green, although not quite as brightly green as Xark’on. So they’re from the same tribe, probably They’re both large men, but not as muscular as Xark’on. One of them is a little older, too, I think, while the other is about the same age as Xark’on. I notice that they both have swords in their belts, not hammers like Xark’on.

  “This is your trap?” the older one says.

  “Not yet,” Xark’on replies. “Still many days of work lie ahead.”

  “Of course. You’re a staunch worker, as always. And now you appear to have help.” Both the newcomers stare holes in me.

  Xark’on squeezes my arm in reassurance and pulls me out from half-hiding behind him. “The Ancestors saw fit to send me a woman.”

  There’s a stunned silence as they stare at me, looking me up and down in a way that doesn’t feel nearly as good as when Xark’ion does it.

  “A woman?” the older man finally asks. “But then, have you been—”

  “No, Roti’ax,” Xark’on cuts him off. “This is not The Woman or the Treasure. This is another woman. From the stars.”

  The younger man’s gaze glues itself to my chest. “From the stars? From the Ancestors? But not The Woman? How?”

  Xark’on shrugs. “The Ancestors work in strange ways sometimes. They sent her to guide me. Her name is Caroline.”

  “Guide you? In what way?”

  “She has shown me how to work faster and better. Because of her, the trap will be ready many days sooner.”

  “It will?”

  “It will indeed, Yru’zan,” Xark’on says patiently. “Have you come to help, too, perhaps?”

  “No, no,” the young man says hurriedly. “You know I have a fragile back. Digging would quite finish me off.”

  “And you, Roti’ax? Surely, you’ve come to help me dig this trap, the sooner to be rid of the terror?”

  “Ah, I wish I could, Xark’on. I wish I could. Such an important job you do for the tribe here. But you know, my duties in the village…” The older man shrugs as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders.