“Yeah, I understand. I wouldn’t want to just be with a woman that was only beautiful.”
“No,” she scoffed as we bent down to fill our water jugs. “You are with three beautiful women. You do not even need to choose.”
“Trel is beautiful, but also a genius with a quick wit and amazing sense of humor,” I said as I tried to control my anger. “Sheela is brave, cunning, and trustworthy. Galmine is nurturing, compassionate, and caring. None of my lovers are just brainless beauties. I think you are the one who is judging them harshly. That’s another way to get a man mad; insult his women.”
“Ahh, no,” Liahpa said quickly. “I apologize, Victor. That was wrong of me to say. You are right. I have not known them for very long, but I have come to respect them. Therefore, I have come to respect you, since they trust you.”
“Oh,” I said with a bit of surprise. “Uhh, thanks.”
“You were right about me,” she said after we had filled our second jugs with water.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I am… ahhh.” She sighed heavily, handed me her full jug, and then took the next empty one from my hands. “I am terrified of you. I have never been more terrified in my life. I have never been afraid of anything. As I said, I am one of my world’s premier lift ball players. I play the hardest position, and I have trained all of my life to be attacked by the strongest of women. Yet the thought of being alone with you makes me want to run away, hide, and cry. I feel as if I am a child again. You have been nothing but kind to me, but touching you makes me want to vomit, and I feel as if I have lost all control over what makes me Liahpa.”
She hadn’t looked at me the entire time that she spoke. Instead, she focused on filling up the jug in her hands. When she finished speaking, she did look into my eyes, but it was hard to read her expression.
“So, you came out here alone with me to face your fears?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied with hesitation.
“So… uhhh… How’s it going?” I asked as I smiled at her.
“Better than I thought it would,” she said. Then we both laughed, and I saw her perfect teeth flash before she raised her hand to cover her mouth shyly. “You’ve kind of turned me around.”
“I have?”
“Yes, I expected you to… I don’t know, reveal who you really were when we were alone. I expected you to turn into a monster and attack me. Instead, you have given me much to think about.”
“I think you are pretty brave,” I said as I lifted my jug up from the water. “Most people that are afraid of something tend to avoid it. You didn’t like the way your fear made you feel, so you met it head-on.”
“I wouldn’t call me brave,” she said as she laughed again. “My legs are still shaking, and I’m not looking forward to getting back on the dinosaur with you.”
“The ride back will be quick,” I said as I smiled at her, “and if you ever want to talk about stuff, I don’t have a problem trying to help you work this out in your head.”
“Ahhh,” she said as she handed me her last jug. “There is one more thing I wanted to ask you about.”
“Sure,” I replied as I tied the jug down on Bob’s saddle, but Liahpa didn’t speak right away, and I turned to look at her as soon as I had finished with the jug.
She had her arms crossed tightly over her breasts, her teeth clenched, and her hair floated in the sky like a cluster of angry snakes. I couldn’t really read her facial expression, but she looked like she was actually in pain.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
Liahpa bit her top lip, inhaled a long breath, and then stared at me with her burning eyes. “I want to see it.”
“See it?” I asked, but as soon as the words left my mouth, I guessed what she was talking about.
“Your p-p-penis,” she stuttered, and I could see her jaw clench.
“Really?” I asked as I shook my head.
“Yes,” she growled.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she spat as her eyes narrowed at me.
“Is that uhhh… going to help you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she nodded. “I need to conquer my fear. Please.”
“Talk about ripping the band-aid off,” I sighed as I climbed down from Bob’s back.
“Band-aid?” she asked with confusion apparent on her face.
“Nevermind,” I said as I took a deep breath and reached for my belt. For half a second, I wondered if this was such a good idea, but then I remembered my own words: men are pretty much idiots, and would do anything for a hot woman. And if a hot woman asked to see your penis, you pretty much had to say yes.
“One last time--”
“Yes!” she interrupted me, and her red eyes focused on the groin of my pants.
“Alright.” I was about to be worried that the cold water from the river had caused some shrinkage, but her demands to see me had created the opposite effect. I was rock hard, and I spared one last look at Liahpa’s trembling body before I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, hooked my thumbs inside of my underwear, and then tugged it down so that my dick sprung free.
Liahpa stared at it with her eyes wide and her mouth opened in a perfect “O” shape. I counted slowly, and when I reached 10, I moved to pull my pants back up.
“Wait!” she hissed, and I shrugged and moved my hands away from my pants.
She stared at it for what felt like another half minute, but despite the somewhat chilly morning air, my erection wasn’t losing its strength.
“It is much bigger than I expected,” she said at last, and I let out a small laugh.
“That’s always nice to hear a woman say.”
“It is?” she asked me with confusion. “Why?”
“Ohh geez, never mind. Are you done looking at it?” I reached down for my pants again, but she waved her hands to stop me.
“Can I come closer?” she asked.
“Uhh, what do you mean?”
“I want to get a closer look.”
“Look, Liahpa, is this really helping you?”
“I am no longer as terrified as I was a few minutes ago,” she said with a shrug.
“But you are still terrified?” I sighed.
“Yes, I hate the feeling. Is this against your people’s norms?” she asked.
“Ahhh, well… It’s fine.” I wanted to explain to her that it wouldn’t be if we planned on being lovers, but I didn’t know if that would confuse her more.
The silver-woman floated closer to me, and then her feet set on the ground. She actually kneeled on the sandy shore only a few feet from me, and her eyes stared intently at my erection. My hard-on was throbbing under her scrutiny, and I felt my mouth start to go dry as I tried to think of anything else besides how close her mouth was to my cock.
“What are these at the bottom?” she asked.
“Testicles,” I answered quickly. “It is where my sperm is kept.”
“Ahh of course,” she muttered under her breath.
“Are you almost done?” I asked.
“Can I touch it?” Her eyes looked up into my face from where she kneeled before me.
“Yes.” The word left my mouth before I even had time to think, and I tried to choke it back. “Wait, uhhh are you sure you want to--” I stopped talking when Liahpa’s trembling fingers touched the side of my shaft. She pulled her hand away in surprise, but then she reached out again, and I tried to think about fat greasy men playing baseball.
“The skin is soft,” she said, and I let out a hiss when her hands wrapped around me.
“Sorry, did that cause you pain?” she asked as she pulled her hand away.
“No, it’s fine,” I whispered, clenched my jaw, and watched her reach for me once more.
Liahpa wrapped her hand around the base again, and then she gently slid her fingers up toward the tip. I could feel her hands trembling as she handled me, but her eyes were wide with curiosity, and her movements weren’t jerky.
“Dear
Penthouse,” I whispered as I closed my eyes and tried to think about fat men wearing tight shorts and bouncing on pogo sticks while they tried to play baseball.
“Pent what?” Liahpa asked.
“Never mind, are you--ahhh,” I sighed when one of her fingers rubbed my tip.
“Did I touch you wrong?” she asked.
“Oh. God. No.” I said through my clenched jaw, and I drew in a long breath through my teeth. “Are you almost--”
“A few more moments,” she interrupted me as she rubbed the tip of her finger over the hole of my penis. It was apparent from the curious expression on her face that she had absolutely no idea what her movements were doing to me, and for some reason, that was a crazy turn on.
“It is soft and supple but also hard like a muscle,” Liahpa commented as she gently squeezed my shaft and then brought her hands down to my balls. She ran her fingers over these for a few moments, and then she returned to lift my penis up so that she could look at where it connected to my testicles.
“Okay,” I said as my blood hammered in my brain. “Are you done?”
“Yes,” she said as she let go of me and then stood. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I said as I let out the entire contents of my lungs with one long breath.
“I am less terrified of you now,” she said as she smiled at me.
“Good,” I replied as I pulled my pants up.
“Our legends say that a male’s penis is bladed.”
“Bladed?” I asked with surprise. “Like knives?”
“Yes, with teeth. Apparently, they would burrow into a woman through her stomach and then deposit sperm in her womb. Then the woman would die giving birth.”
“It sounds like some of your legends might have been wrong,” I said as I buckled my belt, “but who knows. The men of your species might have had sharp points on their penises.”
“Yours was nice, though,” she said, and I saw her eyes drift down to my pants.
“Uhh thanks.” I felt my cheeks start to burn. I had just had sex with Galmine some thirty minutes ago, but Liahpa’s examination had me ready to go again. “Let’s get back to the camp.”
I climbed back on Bob and reached down to help the floating woman up. She took my hand without hesitation this time, and I didn’t feel her tremble when she wrapped her arms around my stomach.
We made it back to the camp without any problem, and I set Sonny and Cher back to the task of digging the hole. The sun still hadn’t finished cresting the eastern mountains, but Trel and Kacerie were almost done with the saddle, and I set about gathering all the spare ceramic containers and baskets we had just made.
“Victor! We are done!” Trel called out as soon as I’d gathered everything and had begun to munch on a breakfast of smoked venison. The meat would probably only last another few days with the smoking, but I guessed that the liver, heart, and tongue would be smoked to perfection tomorrow.
I brought the baskets and six of the jugs that I hadn’t just filled with water over to Tom. My friends had all gathered around the trike, and we quickly had all the baskets and jugs loaded on top of a pickup truck bed-like platform that Trel and Kacerie had made on the back part of the saddle. The saddle was designed with a surprisingly plush looking seat, and Trel had attached sheathes for two axes and four spears to the spot between seat and cargo area.
“I have only visited the beach to the west,” Sheela said after we had loaded everything. “I believe it is six or eight miles away, but I did not have an accurate way of measuring. It might be ten miles.”
“We’ll follow the southern river there,” I said.
“You should bring Bob, or maybe one of the other trikes,” the blonde woman said.
“That will leave you all with less defense,” I said. “I’m going to stop Sonny and Cher from digging and bring them inside. I don’t know how far of a range I have with my control, but you all should be prepared to run inside of the inner fort if you need to.”
“Yes, Victor,” Sheela said.
“You are in charge until I get back,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist and gave her a kiss. Galmine had come out to wish us luck on our journey, and I gave her a deep kiss before I climbed on the back of Tom.
“We’ll be fine,” Trel said with her usual haughty laugh. “It’s just a few miles to get sand and clay. We’ll be back before dinner. I’m expecting all the platforms to be made, and some soap to be ready. Got it?”
“Sure Trel,” Kacerie said with a smirk.
“Just do your best while we are gone,” I said. “And be safe.”
“We aren’t the ones that need to worry about being safe,” Kacerie said as her blue eyes stared up into my face. “Come back, okay?”
“You got it,” I replied, and then I nodded to Liahpa and Emerald, gave a last look to Sheela and Galmine, and then ordered Tom to trot out of the gate. I paused on the other side to command Sonny and Cher to go inside, and then I made sure that Nicole and Katie used their horns to help Sheela and Liahpa close the gate.
Then I turned Tom south toward the river where I had just gotten water with Liahpa, and I set out on our first major exploration excursion.
Chapter 8
This was the fourth time I had been to the river today, but Tom needed his morning drink still, so we let him take a few sips from the current before pushing westward along the shore. We hadn’t explored much in this direction of our valley, and I kept myself busy by looking left at the river and right in the direction of the redwoods. Trel didn’t say anything as we rode, but I saw her looking mostly at the water.
This was a dangerous mission. Yeah, we needed sand and clay, but if there were anyone else living in our valley, they would probably come to the river. Hell, any predator dinosaurs would come to the river, and while I knew Tom could take on a carnotaurus or Utahraptor, I wasn’t itching for a conflict. I just wanted to get to the ocean, get the sand, get some clay, and then return as quickly as possible.
Tom trotted at a comfortable pace, and I soon grew used to his stride. We’d only been traveling for ten or fifteen minutes, but the redwoods were still thick on both sides of the river, and the water began to cut more into its bed while the shore rose at a soft angle. It was becoming a gully, and I realized the slope in the land was happening because we had reached the foothills of the western hills of our little valley.
“The water is flowing faster,” Trel said as she leaned over Tom’s saddle and stared down.
“Yeah, it is probably getting deeper. I bet it cuts through the hills, but I don’t want to risk Tom drowning, so let’s stay on the land.”
“I agree,” she said, and then she glanced up the river a bit before she tapped me on the arm. “I see clay.”
“Where?” I asked as I looked down the river.
“Far side, see the lines of red and gray on the gully wall?” Trel pointed, and I saw what she was referring to. The wall looked like some sort of caramel swirl ice cream. There was no path to get down the side of the gully, but there were plenty of trees on the other shore.
“Is that bamboo over there also?” I asked as I lowered my head down a bit so I could see through the jungle leaves.
“It looks like it,” Trel said. “If we can get bamboo and clay here, it will be an efficient spot to gather.”
“The clay would be hard to get. We’d have to tie a rope around one of the trees, rappel down, scoop it in a basket, and then carry it back up. If something goes wrong, we’ll fall in the river and get carried downstream.”
“I would not have a problem with such a task,” Trel said with a light laugh.
“Yeah, I doubt you would,” I snickered. “Still, let’s see if there is a safer location farther away. We can always hit this spot on our way back if we don’t find any place else.”
We continued our journey, and the redwoods slowly gave way to tall juniper trees and shrubs as the elevation continued to climb. The air wasn’t any colder here, and we hadn’
t really traveled more than a few miles from the camp at the most, but the plants definitely seemed to be turning into species that fared better in higher, arid settings.
“Dinosaurland is weird,” I said as we rode past a rugged looking pine tree that was filled with chirping blue birds.
“Are you thinking about the terrain shift?” Trel asked.
“Yeah. It seems like they just had some sort of terrain randomizer that shifts every two or three-square miles. The change isn’t that sudden, but look--” I pointed back over our shoulder to where we could still see the giant redwoods. “On my world, redwoods grow where the air is kind of damp and cool. Those scraggly tough looking junipers grow in higher elevation where water is harder to come by. Yet they are not even two hundred yards from each other.”
“Hmmm,” Trel said as she looked up to the sky and then back down to the ground. “We have already theorized that they created this world. The beings that have captured us must have some sort of logic behind the quick change in topography.”
“I have a theory,” I said as I shook my head. “I might be wrong, but I think we aren’t actually on a world. Or at least, we aren’t on a planet.”
“Why do you think that?” she asked as she raised a perfect eyebrow.
“This is obviously some sort of experiment. They are picking up males and females from all these different species and then putting them here to struggle to fight against dinosaurs. They might have the technology to survey a whole planet at once, but what if we are on just a giant spaceship? What if the ship is just flying around, picking up people, fitting them with the cyber eyes, and then dropping them down on the test lab that is already on board?”
“It is a possibility,” Trel said, “but if they are powerful enough to take us without our people knowing, wouldn’t they be powerful enough to grow a planet to their liking and perform the surveillance on us easily?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “They could. I like the ship idea though, so I’m hoping that is the reality.”
“Why do you like the ship idea?” Trel asked.
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