Caveman Alien’s Trick

by Calista Skye

“Huh.”

  I hand him the map and lie back on the soft sand, stretching luxuriously. The sun and the ocean breeze and the sand and the smell of the surf is making me drowsy.

  And the closeness to Rax’tar is making me horny. I can’t help noticing that his cock is back at half mast, even while trying to understand how a map works.

  I spread my thighs a little bit, feeling naughty.

  Rax’tar carefully folds up the map and places it beside him. Then he blocks the sun from my face as he comes in to kiss me again, cupping one breast at the same time.

  I open my lips to welcome him. Little sparks shoot through my girly bits at the first touch, only to intensify when he starts to greedily french kiss me. I moan and put a hand behind his neck to keep him close while my other hand roams around as much of his huge, strong body as it can reach.

  “Mate with me,” I plead in a throat that has gone very dry.

  His rock-hard cock strokes against my stomach as he gets on top, straddling me. “I will Mate with you.”

  I tremble from pure anticipation as I spread my legs further. Yeah, it’s about time this happens. And it can’t happen with a better guy.

  Rax’tar gets into position and gently pushes my knees apart, opening my sex to the breeze and his gaze. “So wonderful,” he says softly. He has no idea what a map was. Still he asked me to make one. Just so I would feel useful doing something I like. It was all for my benefit.

  Having this giant of a man, with his confidence and competence, treating me this well and doing those things for me… it’s making me dizzy. I want him, like I’ve never wanted anyone before.

  I’m pretty sure I’m ready for him, but just to be sure I quickly check with one finger.

  Yep, dripping. But his cock is very fucking huge. Sure, I’ve come once already, and that will probably help me relax. Still...

  “Be careful,” I plead. “It’s my first time.”

  “And mine,” he reminds me. “We’ll learn together.”

  He’s so calm and his touch so soft and considerate that I relax and let him push me open wide.

  Then I jerk when he touches the tip of his alien cock to my pussy, right at my over-excited clit. “Ooohhh!” I moan, both in encouragement and warning. I am very sensitive down there. In my fantasies about this moment, I usually have the guy plunge into me and my pussy welcome him with a perfect fit, but I don’t think that’s too realistic here.

  Rax’tar slides the head of his cock slowly up and down my slit, turning me on further and preparing my womanhood for the penetration as he coats his cock in my juices.

  I am very ready. “Now. Do it now.”

  His cock is at my entrance, and it feels slick enough.

  I spread my thighs more, then gasp as he pushes in the first inch.

  My breath goes fast as I meet his gaze from above me, checking that I’m okay.

  He’s at my barrier, and I want him to break through it and make me his once and for all.

  “Take me,” I urge and look straight into his purple depths.

  He calmly pushes inside me.

  There’s a short moment of pain, which then merges with the other new sensations and becomes a pleasant itch.

  Again Rax’tar stops and checks on me.

  I have never felt more taken care of. And I cannot believe that this is his first time. That shaman of his is getting more than a bunch of flowers, that’s for sure.

  He pulls out a little bit, gathers more moisture, and pushes in again. This time it’s much smoother.

  My eyes go wide. He’s nowhere near all the way inside me. He has hardly started fucking me. And still… is it even supposed to feel this good? I thought the clit was supposed to be the most sensitive part. But the parts further in are creating a heat that’s so new and weird and wonderful I can hardly believe it.

  It has to be his cock. His alien cock with all those features on it.

  Once more, he draws further out to make his cock slicker, probably sensing that I need it slow this first time.

  And then he follows my fantasy and plunges in all the way, being pulled in by my greedy sex and setting off delightful little brush fires all the way in.

  He stays there, letting my tunnel get used to the invader, allowing my female flesh to stretch and submit and accommodate him. The care he has for me brings tears to my eyes.

  Or maybe it’s just the feeling of finally being taken and having it done by the best man I’ve met.

  He pulls out, stoking all the little points of heat in my pussy.

  And I realize that this could be good. This could be really, really good. Because each little nerve ending in there is coming awake, blinking in wonder at what is going on here, and then turning to pure bliss when the insistent invader strokes them just right.

  Again he pushes in, bottoming out in me, then pulling out again.

  I lose track of what’s happening. I just know I’m being fucked; every part of me is being fucked so well that it makes me want to laugh.

  My pussy makes squelching noises, Rax’tar grunts deeply with each stroke into me, and in response I moan and whimper with need. A need he’s filling better than I had ever dared hope.

  My whole pelvis is melting into hot wetness and slickness as the caveman keeps fucking me. But at the same time, it’s a powder keg that will take nothing to set off.

  On one hand, I want this to go on forever. Because this? This is enough. I don’t need more from sex than this. If this is it, then I’m more than happy with it.

  But this isn’t it. There’s more. I just know it.

  So on the other hand, I want that, too.

  I buck wildly under Rax’tar as something starts buzzing at my clit. And not just buzzing – it feels like my pussy is being licked again.

  For a second my mind locks up. Then I realize that the rumours were true – these guys actually do have two cocks. One huge one to fuck with, and one smaller one that can vibrate and caress right at the clit.

  I’m being fucked. By an alien. Who has two cocks.

  The climax hits me like a freight train and makes me scream and thrash and buck. “Yeaaaahhhhh….!”

  I’m totally in orbit, being fucked so hard and so well that I just can’t resist it. My whole sex gives itself over to the man, and the rest of my body follows it into delirious light and ecstacy. I don’t need to think or do anything. This is nature’s domain, as old as life itself, and it has taken over completely.

  I’m vaguely aware that Rax’tan is moving a little more jerkily, and his grunts become deeper and more urgent.

  In my high state, it takes me a moment to understand that he’s coming, too. And of course, feeling his hard spurts of manly juices all the way inside me just takes me into a higher orgasmic orbit.

  He keeps fucking me, slower and gentler, while I mewl and whimper and shake.

  Then he’s just inside me, as hard and stiff as ever, holding me while I come down.

  “Fuck,” I finally manage. “If I’d known it was like this, I would have done it ages ago.”

  “So pleasant to hear the alien speech,” Rax’tar says into my ear. “Hopefully, it’s saying something nice.”

  “Oh, it is.” I can’t quite formulate actual thoughts yet. But I know that if I’d had sex before, on Earth, it would not have been like this. Not even remotely like this. Waiting was the right thing for me. I’d never have thought it, but here we are.

  I don’t know how long we’re there, closely entwined on the beach. Probably an hour, maybe more. Finally, an insistent growl from my stomach makes me sit up.

  “I agree with your belly. We should get some food,” Rax’tar says and kisses me once more. “Next time we will bring some.”

  I pull the dress back on. “Food and a blanket and some drinks and maybe a tent? Make a full night of it?”

  His eyes light up. “Sounds good.”

  We get back on the raft, and Rax’tar paddles us back the way we came.

  I turn around to look at th
e sandbank and the ocean. Another grin spreads on my face, all by itself.

  I can hardly believe it. I’m still on Xren. And I actually feel great.

  15

  -

  Phoebe -

  “But it’s much too small,” Juri’ex protests. “It’s only the size of a small pebble!”

  “Idiot,” Rax’tar growls. “Of course that is not this actual island! It is how The Island would look when seen by an irox flying overhead.”

  “Where is the water?” Erek’ox asks, bending over the map. “The trees? And where is the raft? And for that matter, where is the irox you mention?”

  Rax’tar rolls his eyes. “Again, this is not the actual island! I’m sorry, Phoebe. My friends are not very bright. This simple alien concept is quite beyond their understanding.”

  I hide a smile behind my hand. “It’s fine. It always takes some time to understand it.”

  The hall is lit up with torches, and the sun set a good while ago, before we started eating.

  After we came home from the beach, Rax’tar made himself busy with daily tasks.

  I inspected the raft with a view to improving it or maybe building a new one. The first thing to do would be to get better logs for it, ones that float higher in the water. And new rope. And a new shape.

  Now I think that I should maybe even make one that could be used for sailing on the actual ocean, not just this seatree ocean.

  That gives me an idea, and I carefully write Seatree Ocean on the area around The Island. I’ll still need a name for the sandbank and the actual ocean.

  After a second’s thought, I write Actual Ocean outside the sand bank.

  I chew on the end of the twig. The Actual Ocean. It’s a little prosaic, maybe, but the Mediterranean just means ‘the ocean in the middle of the land’ and the Red Sea is not red at all, as far as I know. So it’s no worse a name than that of any ocean on Earth.

  But that sandbank I would love to give a better name. One that says something. It’s a pretty important place to me now. Something like Sex Beach. Virgin Beach. Climax Beach. Cock Beach.

  Love Beach.

  I glance up at Rax’tar, still busy explaining the map to his friends. Do I love him? Isn’t that a little early?

  Well, how long is it supposed to take before you can admit to yourself that you love someone? Is it a week? A month? Three months? What is the societally accepted minimum?

  Sure, two days may be a little short. But they have been two intense days where I’ve been with this guy pretty much constantly. And we taken each other’s V cards. Doesn’t that count for something? Can’t I say that because I waited until I found the best guy possible, I’ve kind of earned the right to just fall for him right away? Or is that a crazy thought?

  I lean back in the chair, dangling my legs. Yeah, it’s a crazy thought. Still, feelings are often crazy. That’s kind of the point of having them. They don’t always make sense. But they can make you happy. And right at this moment, I am happier than I have ever been on this planet. Maybe even happier than I was on Earth.

  “What is an ‘ocean’?” Curt’on inquires.

  “It is this!” Rax’tar says, exasperated, tapping the bay on the map.

  “The animal skin.”

  “No! Aaaargh! Forget the skin! There’s water here. Like a lake, except much larger! You can’t see the other side.”

  “Surely this is the other side.” Tret’zor lifts a corner of the map and points to the back of it.

  Rax’tar hides his face in his hands. “Ancestors help me.”

  “I think I understand,” Arit’zan says slowly. “Everything is small because it is as seen from a large distance. From a large distance above. Of course, no man would be visible from that high above. But here I see no Bigs, even. Only islands and sand banks and oceans. Surely, a bobont would be visible from even this high up.”

  “Perhaps there is no bobont this close just now,” Erek’ox suggests. “Look! Perhaps all the bobont are outside the edges of this map.”

  I hide another smile. Well, they’re making progress. They have some trouble realizing that the map is not a live image of everything that happens in the mapped area. But they will come around. And I suspect that some of this obtuseness is an act they’re putting on for my amusement, just like Rax’tar sometimes does.

  I’m feeling drowsy. The evening meal was heavy, and this time I think they gave me juice with a little more alcohol in it. I don’t mind that. A little bit of a buzz can be a good thing, within reason.

  Right now the girls will be relaxing, too, sitting outside the cave in front of the fire. It’s the second evening I’m missing. Of course, I’m far from the first girl to be missing from the tribe. And the other girls have always returned at some time. So they can’t be that worried.

  But they have to wonder what happened to me. Probably, they think I just wandered into the jungle on my own, maybe to escape the village. If Rax’tar sensed my unhappiness, then the girls I’ve been living with for many months must have, too. Probably for a long time. They might think I’ve gone into the woods to just end everything.

  Thinking of the girls makes me a little homesick for the village. Not a lot. Not yet. But I would have loved for them to know that I’m safe. Caroline especially. She’s the one of the lab coat girls that really seems to care. Sure, Mia and Ashlynn will be wondering, too.

  My head dips, and I catch it before it hits the table.

  “We’re boring Phoebe into a deep sleep,” Rax’tar grumbles. “No wonder. The air in this room is thick with stupidity. I’ll take her upstairs, and then I’ll try to make you dull blades understand how this map works. Even if it takes all night. And I fear it will.”

  He takes my hand, and I say good night to the other guys, stifling a huge yawn. Then we walk up the stairs – Rax’tar on the tall steps, me on the shorter ones. This time the stairs have been modified all the way up to the floor where I’ll sleep. And there’s a door at the top, solid and heavy, on wooden hinges.

  Rax’tar lights a torch on the wall, and I peer out the window. The stars are out, and I point.

  “You come from one of those.”

  “Is this about the other aliens and us tribesmen becoming slayers of dragons?”

  “Uh-huh. They took you from your own planet and placed you here. Well, not you. But your ancestors. About ninety years ago. So that this planet would toughen you up and you’d become good fighters against dragons.”

  “I have no desire to fight dragons,” Rax’tar growls and carefully places one hand on my shoulder from behind.

  “I don’t think anyone desires that,” I say. “But you might have to.”

  “I’ll let the aliens and their tribesmen deal with their dragons.”

  Staying out of the whole dragon thing actually seems like a pretty good idea. But the dragons I’ve seen – it’s plain to me that the universe is better off completely without them. And if anyone can handle them, it’s these cavemen. “You may not be able to. But I can’t see any dragons now. So maybe it can wait.” I yawn again.

  “So,” Rax’tar ponders, “I come from one of the stars. And so do you. Still, we’re not all that different. Is it perhaps the same star?”

  I look up at him. He’s strong and decent and confident. He just is who he is, like all the cavemen I’ve met. And say what you will about that – it’s probably their most alien quality, so different from Earth men and their endless insecurities that it’s not even funny. “Umm… no. But yeah, it is remarkable that you and I are so similar. I mean, five fingers on each hand and everything. There must be some connection. Some people think that all planets with life on them had that life introduced by aliens, millions of years ago. Or by meteorites. They seeded the suitable planets with the same forms of life, letting it evolve however it wanted from that point. It’s called the Panspermia theory. And the odds against you and me coming from species that evolved independently of each other are so huge that us standing here now is pretty solid co
nfirmation.”

  It’s not a new conclusion – we girls have been talking about that a lot.

  The room is quiet for a moment.

  “That’s just what I was thinking,” Rax’tar says, very seriously. “Paspemia. Millions. Confirmation. Evolve. All those alien things. Yes. I agree. Well done.”

  I turn around and reach up to embrace his neck. “Sorry. I used many alien words. It’s just that this is my thing. The stars and space. ‘Don’t get me started’, as we say on Earth.”

  He hugs me back. “The stars are your thing. And yet you’re stuck here in this dark room with me.”

  I look into his luminous eyes. “I actually wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.” And to my own surprise, it’s true.

  I have to yawn again, and the moment is gone. “I’ll just get some sleep.”

  “Very well.”

  There’s some disappointment in his voice, so I reach out to cup his bulge. It twitches under my hand, as ready as it has ever been. “I’m a little sore right now. But I want this again. And soon.”

  His white grin lights up the room. “I was hoping you would.”

  I go up on tiptoes to kiss his lips. “Oh, you’re on the hook now, warrior. Serves you right for being so good.”

  “Good night.” He leaves the room and closes the door securely from the outside.

  I run over and check if I can still open it. No problem, there’s no lock on it.

  I take a deep breath, immediately regretting having sent him away without another roll in the hay. But it’s true that I’m sore. Not just because it was my first time, either – any girl would be sore after that monster was in her.

  I curl up on the thick pile of furs, noticing that they have definitely been laundered during the day. Damn, these guys are making me feel so welcome here I might just never leave.

  I close my eyes. It that a real option? Just staying here with Rax’tar and his guys, forgetting the girls? Be Snow White and the Seven Caveman Aliens forever?

  No, of course not.

  From below I can hear deep, raucous laughter that makes the hollow tree shake. Then someone shushes the others.

  I smile. These are some quality caveman.