Caveman Alien's Secret: A SciFi Alien Fated Mates Romance (Caveman Aliens Book 6)

by Calista Skye

  He sighs. “Aliens are complicated.”

  I innocently put a hand on his thigh. Normally, feeling his skin under my hand would make me second-guess myself and take it away again, mortified that it might be the wrong thing to do. But with Brax’tan, it seems like I can do no wrong. It’s like his confidence rubs off on me. “Not really. We’re much the same. When it comes to the important things.”

  He puts his hand on mine, keeping it there. “Ah. Like hunting.”

  “We used to hunt for a living on my planet. Not that long ago.”

  “Waging war.”

  I let my hand slide slowly up his thigh. “Yeah, we do that a lot. Don’t get me started.”

  “Making food.” He puts his hand behind my head, caressing it.

  I lean into it, laying my head back and closing my eyes. “We’re reigning champs of the universe on that score.”

  He puts his face into my hair, nuzzling me. “Ensuring the welfare of the tribe.”

  A little sigh escapes me. “Probably not what we do best.”

  “Making useful tools.”

  My hand slides further up his thigh, under the kilt. “Sure.”

  His other hand cups my breast over the dinosaur skin dress. “Making sturdy clothes.”

  I swallow in a dry throat. “Uh-huh.”

  His hand slowly slides down my body. “Ensuring that babies are born.”

  I spread my thighs invitingly and grab his cock under the kilt. It twitches in my hand. “Mhm. We do that.”

  He gently cups my pussy outside the dress. “Making sure the babies are cared for.”

  I moan in expectation. “Sometimes.”

  He pulls my dress up to my waist and places his large, warm hand right between my legs. “Raising the babies to be valuable members of the tribe, giving them a sense of worth and a place among the warriors. Finding their strengths and letting them develop them under careful, caring guidance.”

  I open my eyes. “Dude, just fuck me already.”

  “Mmm. Your alien speech is pleasing to the ear.”

  Ah. I said it in English. “I mean, let’s just Mate. Mate with me, Brax’tan.”

  His cock freaking jumps out of my grip.

  “Mate? Really?” His eyes are big and round.

  “Oh, very fucking really. Don’t talk so much. Just do it. Actually, I’ll help you.”

  I gather my dress at my waist, then impatiently pull the kilt up over Brax’tan’s hips. His huge alien cock strains skywards like a third conscious presence.

  I get up on my knees and straddle him, placing the huge head at my entrance. I’ve never been this wet, but I should still take it slow. That thing looks like it could rip me apart.

  Brax’tan puts his hands under my butt and holds me up, relieving the strain on my thighs and letting me concentrate on getting this right.

  I lower myself a little more, guiding his cock with one hand and steadying myself on his massive chest with the other. As he slides between my lips down there, I can’t suppress a shiver of pleasure when my opening is widened and my clit is grazed.

  As I go lower, he fills me up and makes my body adjust to the invasion. There’s a slight burning sensation as my womanly flesh is forced to stretch, but it turns into a pleasant heat when the head of his alien cock has passed and is followed by a soothing ridge or bulb or whatever those insane features are.

  He takes all my weight in his hands, holding me as easily as if I were a pillow stuffed with the lightest down. Damn, this guy makes me feel small and dainty and feminine. Especially when his cock is spearing me.

  “A little slower,” I whisper with a raspy voice, and he holds me tight while his cock is filling out the very inner sanctum of my sex.

  I cling to his chest and just breathe while I get used to being filled up. This feels like my first time. Or rather, it feels like how my first time should have been. Well, this is my first time with a real Man, capital M and double cock and everything.

  I raise myself a little bit, and Brax’tan helps, making me feel weightless so I can focus only on the sensations in my pussy.

  And there are lots of them. Each little feature on his cock caresses my slick inner walls as they slide past, soothing and pushing and massaging and complementing each other. And at the center, a steel hardness and dominating intent that makes me feel so thoroughly fucked that I just about see stars.

  As Brax’tan lifts me almost completely off him, I can feel my pooled juices running down from my entrance. God, this is crazy.

  He lowers me again, a little faster.

  And this is what those weird features on his cock are for. As he penetrates my most sacred center, his cock makes sure that every single spot, every single nerve ending, knows that it’s there. Each little spot becomes a tiny, burning fuse that starts sizzling in expectation of something nice.

  He lifts me again, and I curl my legs around his powerful waist. He’s not getting out of this.

  And neither am I. On the way out, his cock does its thing in reverse, which somehow just emphasizes and strengthens the sensations and makes the millions of fuses in there burn more eagerly.

  I give up all pretense to have any control over this. He’s fucking me, I’m being fucked. The way nature intended, I suppose.

  Did Nature Intend for Earth Girls to be Fucked Senseless by Aliens with Sensational Cocks? A Personal Inquiry.

  I’m moaning with each of his strokes into me, and I whimper every time he goes the other way. I’m clinging to him like a round little sailor clings to a ship in a storm, just letting him and his thick mast handle this.

  This alien caveman who’s saved my life once today already and probably six or seven times yesterday. This sensational man who made sure I landed softly. Who never makes fun of the silly things I say and who seems to even appreciate my weird-ass knowledge about all kinds of silly things.

  I can hardly believe a man like this can stand being in the same room as me, much less inside me. But here we are, and he’s most fucking definitely inside me.

  His dry, spicy scent fills my nose, the sound of wet pussy being fucked by hard cock fills my ears, and his cock fills my whole being.

  And then of course, he vibrates at my clit, and I remember his second cock, and I know that I’m being fucked with two cocks, and my pussy just explodes with joy and ecstasy.

  For the first time in my life, I have a screaming orgasm. My body shakes, my legs tremble, and my pussy probably gushes.

  It’s nice, is what I mean.

  And then Brax’tan grunts. “Oh, woman…”

  His moves become jerky, his grunts get deeper, and his cock swells inside me.

  My screams turn into delirious whimpers when I feel him spray my insides down with his juices; hard, hot spurts at my most sensitive parts.

  He holds me close for a long time, while my breathing returns to normal and I’m able to stop moaning. He’s still inside me, and right now I don’t think I want him out.

  “That was pretty crazy,” I inform him. “Just so you know. You’re extremely good at this.”

  “Are you good at this?”

  Ah. He’s asking me because I’m the expert. It’s the kind of thing I should know. “No. But I’ll get better.”

  “I don’t think I can take it if it gets even better,” he says sincerely. “I was close to passing out. Stars were dancing in my vision. This was Mating? Ordinary Mating?”

  “Mating with you will never be ordinary, believe me. But yes, sure. This was ordinary Mating. Which is all I think I can handle just now. If you’re planning any extraordinary stuff, you have to let me know three business days in advance, and you must submit a detailed plan. With a referenced schedule.”

  “I see.”

  I sit there for a few more minutes, just enjoying the incredible afterglow and his hot spear inside me. Yeah, this was actual sex. Whatever I’ve had before sure wasn’t that.

  I gaze over at the nearby pond. “Let me know if you plan on letting that cock of
yours go soft anytime soon. Because I need a bath.”

  16

  - Brax’tan -

  Delyah gets to her feet, carelessly throws her leathery garment onto a bush, and walks naked over to the little pool of water.

  I let my eyes follow her round, dark behind and swiveling hips, and my manhood stiffens again at the spectacular sight. Her body has a strange and most agreeable effect on me.

  She wades into the water and turns around, waving and giving me the most radiant smile I’ve seen. It’s the first time I see her smile, and it warms my heart. She seems too serious to me.

  I wave back and admire the twin protrusions on her chest. I intend to get better acquainted with them. If she’ll let me.

  I look up at the strange, alien ceiling in this spaceship. It’s good that I have Delyah to focus on, because everything else that’s happened is too large and too incomprehensible. It feels like a bad dream where I’m trying to get somewhere or do something, but I’m stuck to one place and things just keep getting worse. I have no idea what to make of this place.

  Well, this is certainly not the abode of the Ancestors. It’s an alien thing through and through. This whole place, for instance. This garden. With the immense windows to an alien world outside. The room above, with the robots. The upper room, where the power of Bune resides.

  I am only a simple warrior. These things are so strange to me, so different from the jungle and the village and the tribe.

  And yet, there’s some connection. I should be disappointed that what I’ve been told about Bune and the Ancestors living here was wrong. But instead, I feel relief.

  And a new determination. When I saw that upper room, I was filled with purpose. As if something in me had suddenly fallen into place, an empty spot that is now filled. The Victory will make everything right. We will attack with overwhelming force, and the Victory will be ours.

  “Come and take a swim!”

  Delyah is splashing around in the water, and I get up. She’s remarkable, and despite her seriousness, she’s brought a strange light into my life. Are all women like this?

  Impossible. She makes my crotch swell. But she makes my heart swell more.

  I get her dress and little sack and walk over to her. I don’t like it when she’s too far away. I might not be able to protect her against sudden dangers.

  As I get to the pond, Delyah splashes me with water. “You need to get clean. Very important after Mating.”

  “You’re the expert.”

  I drop my sword and pack and wade in. It’s too shallow for diving into.

  “Heads up!” Delyah splashes me again, and I splash her right back.

  We spend a pleasant time in the tepid but clean water. Delyah’s body looks even better wet, I find, and the water seems to bring out a playful side in her. I enjoy seeing that.

  Finally, I can’t help myself. I go up to her, put one hand behind her head and lean down to kiss her.

  She responds with an eager energy, jumping up on me and curling her legs behind me as we kiss passionately. It feels as if she’s releasing months of pent-up energy and joy, and for some reason I really like seeing that.

  I hold her there, enjoying the feel of her naked behind in my hands. It’s soft, yet firm and most sensationally alluring and wonderful.

  She looks into my eyes with her deep, dark pools of mystery. “Can we go to your tribe?”

  Right now she could ask me to pick the moon Yrf down from the sky, and I’d give it an honest attempt. “We can.”

  “I would really like to see it. If they’re anything like you, maybe your tribe and mine can be friends and allies when we attack Bune.”

  Attack Bune? I look away. There’s a pressure in my crotch. “Maybe.”

  “Definitely. We’ll take control of that place and find out exactly what’s going on here. And then, who knows? Anything could happen!”

  I laugh with her and kiss her right on her remarkably full lips.

  She throws her arms around me and clings to me. “I feel like so much is possible right now. We’ve been so close to that evil thing, and we won. In its own freaking lair.”

  Her warm, wet flesh pressed so close to me has the effect I was expecting. I lower her until the head of my manhood just barely touches her perfect little slit.

  She gasps, and her eyes widen. “Oh my god. You’re ready again? Already?”

  I don’t reply, just lower her further down onto me, looking into her eyes for any sign that she doesn’t want this. There’s no such sign, and I lower her all the way, enjoying the wonderful sounds she makes.

  Her warmth all around my shaft is the most wonderful sensation I’ve had. Being accepted as a full warrior of the tribe at age fourteen was nice. Killing my first rekh two years later was even better. Cutting an irox out of the air with nothing but my sword was a fine experience. But it all pales compared to this. Having Delyah in my hands. Supporting her small weight, feeling the soft flesh of her behind in my hands. Her sweet, clean scent is in my nose. Her thin pup-like whimpers are in my ears.

  And my cock is in her slit. The perfect fit, the smoothness, the slight resistance that I have to overcome with each thrust, the welcoming warmth deep inside her… Nobody told me Mating would feel like this. The old shaman only said it needed not be a bad experience.

  On the other hand, what could he have said? Even if he knew what this was like, how could he have found anything to compare this to? Nothing comes close to the physical sensations of this.

  And my mind is even more overwhelmed than my body. This is the mysterious alien woman Delyah, with her copper skin, pitch-black hair, and eyes that contain all the wisdom and wonder in the world. It simply doesn’t seem like something like this should be possible. And yet nothing has been any more real.

  Delyah’s sounds change, get deeper and less controlled. She lays her head back and screams, and as if that were my signal, I immediately feel the heat at the bottom of my spine explode to a boil. And I spray my juices deep inside her woman’s body, again and again and again.

  I can’t imagine ever being happier.

  Except of course after the majestic Victory that’s coming ever closer. The attack that will succeed so spectacularly. I will lead it, and we will triumph.

  17

  - Delyah -

  We make our way out of the ship, through the starry room and down to the lower level with the glass cylinders.

  On a whim, I take a different route down there, and we walk through endless corridors and rooms filled with mysterious machines and devices with a purpose I can’t even guess at.

  After several hours we come to the same place where the girls and I tried to enter the ship before, and where suddenly the air was sucked out. We even locate the room which has to be the one where Trak’zor found the mysterious gel that turned Sophia’s delivery from disaster to joy. If I’d had a suitable container I’d get some right now, but I itch to get out of this ship and into the open jungle.

  Finally, we pass into the sunshine. The intense smells, the sounds and the humidity feel almost liberating after the sterility of the ship. And yet we’ll be coming back here. To conquer it for good.

  I shade my eyes and look up at the sky, scouting for dactyls. “How long to get to your tribe?”

  “If I were alone, not too long. Now, longer.”

  “Because I can’t walk as fast as you?”

  He gives me an innocent smile. “Because I think Delyah will want to Mate many times on the way.”

  “Oh, you do? What makes you think we’ll ever Mate again?”

  He scratches his head. “I think mostly the sounds you make.”

  “Uh-huh. You make some interesting sounds yourself.”

  “Perhaps. I suppose we both enjoy Mating.”

  “Perhaps. Can I have my weapon?”

  Brax’tan hands me my crossbow. The cold weight in my hands brings me back to the here and now. Still in the jungle, still danger under every bush.

  I check that it
’s loaded. “We Mated right in its lair. That has to count as a pretty defiant act.”

  Brax’tan picks a direction and starts walking. “I’m sure it does.”

  It’s the jungle again, so we have to be pretty quiet. Brax’tan walks first, moving with astonishing smoothness and silence for a man his size. I don’t make much more noise. It’s weird how quietly you can move through dense foliage when your life depends on it.

  This direction we’re walking in is new to me. The girls and I have made a map back at the cave, drawn on a big not-sheep skin. We’ve marked all the places we’ve been and all the villages we know of. Aurora’s lake is there, as well as Caroline’s treehouse and the approximate locations of streams and other landmarks. In this direction we’re going now, there’s just a blank section. Bune always hides what’s behind it.

  I keep lookout for dactyls and other dinos, but my eyes always return to Brax’tan’s back. I constantly have to suppress an impulse to run closer to him, to feel his bubble of safety. And his hard muscles and the warmth from his chest. And his cock deep inside me…

  Damn it. I’m not sure I should have fucked him. Because these guys seem to be insanely fertile. And if I get pregnant now, then I’m in the same situation as the girls who are pregnant or have already given birth to hybrid babies. Going home to Earth will not be a real option then. I should have just let him Worship me, and I could have blown him from time to time.

  But Mating seemed such a natural thing to do. That spaceship is a dead thing, and having sex is the most alive thing anyone can do. I needed to feel alive in there. I needed to defy, to rub Bune’s nose in us still being alive and well. I’ve gone my whole life trying to resist my natural impulses, afraid of how other people might see them. With Brax’tan, that caution gets thrown to the wind. I feel alive with him, I feel real. Not like a freak. Just real.

  Fuck it. He can knock me up as much as he wants. Going home to Earth is probably not an option anyway. Some parts of Bune still work, but much of it is broken. I doubt it can take us home.