Caveman Alien’s Trick

by Calista Skye

  “Make sure you practice first,” Gir’ex says and stands up. “It is a very dangerous sword. You’d never see me trying to use it. I’ll go and pack.”

  Rax’tar sits and looks at me, and I let him. I like his gaze on me.

  “You agreed to marry me,” he finally says, “thinking that I had murdered a man in cold blood.”

  “I guess I felt you had served your time for that. Where I come from, we try not to hold someone’s past actions against them if they have atoned and they show real regret. And I couldn’t get the image of you as a stone-cold killer to fit with the Rax’tar I know. I think I must have known all along that you hadn’t done what Curt’on said.”

  “Perhaps not. But Fur’tax lost his arm, and I was partly responsible. I could have stepped to the side. I should have.”

  “And you have punished yourself for that worse than Fur’tax himself ever wanted. Pretty much casting yourself out from the tribe. But it all ended well.”

  He reaches out and lifts my cheek with his hand. “Spectacularly well. And it isn’t even the end. Huh, to think that I was right. Women really are the most dangerous creature. They even got to me.”

  “Dangerous?”

  He leans in to kiss me. “Unwittingly so. Because of you, I am about to leave my home and join another tribe. After I promised myself I never would.”

  I reach behind his neck to hold his head close. “That is the opposite of dangerous. It is much safer to be in our tribe. Especially when the dragons come. And tribal life may have some sides to it that you’ll enjoy, if I know you.”

  I pull him closer and kiss his lips. They really are wonderfully soft. And they still get the butterflies taking off in my stomach.

  “Now,” he says, a little out of breath, “we will go to your tribe.”

  28

  - Rax’tar -

  “Yes, of course,” I state, eager to get this done.

  “Ai du,” Phoebe likewise replies when the woman in white asks her what I assume is the same question. And I certainly hope her answer is the same as mine.

  “We’re married now,” she whispers, then she takes my hand and drags me away from the sacred place that is this tribe’s altar.

  I follow, and then I’m startled by the sudden cheering and laughter from the crowd. Because it is a crowd. Most member of Phoebe’s alien tribe are here, as well as five of my own friends. It’s more people than I have seen since last time I was in this village.

  We walk a little ways away, while the others let us get to grips with being married.

  “Are we married?” I ask for clarification. “I mean, fully?”

  “I don’t think there are degrees of being married,” Phoebe explains. “You either are, or you’re not. And we definitely are. To each other,” she says with emphasis.

  “Ah. That is…” I struggle to find the words while a glorious happiness lights up my mind.

  I give up, and instead I squat down, grab Phoebe’s waist with my arms, and lift my new wife up so I can kiss her without bending down. I fear I’m laughing a little too much, but I have rarely experienced this kind of bliss.

  I’m married.

  To Phoebe.

  I toss her a little bit into the air, and she squeals. I just can’t contain it.

  “No more, please,” she begs into my ear. “My dress rides up, and I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

  I laugh more and squeeze her, while the crowd cheers more and joins in my laugh.

  I set Phoebe down on the ground, and she brushes down her white outfit. “Better not ruin this dress for the next bride,” she muses. “Though to be fair, it is as white as snow and it fits me pretty darn well.”

  “No bride will ever look more beautiful than you,” I declare, because it’s just true. Her hair done up in a fancy way, she has applied some soot in suitable places around her eyes, and her lips are so red I first wondered if she had burned her mouth on a hot beverage. But apparently it’s supposed to look like that.

  “Hm,” she says. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Never mind. Alien stuff.”

  “So we are married now,” I state again for certainty. “And the trials are behind me. Was it the dragon?”

  “What, my love?” Her eyes are shining in their darkness.

  “The trials that I had to go through before you’d marry me. Your tribesmen have told me all about it.”

  “I never knowingly put you through trials,” she says, amused. “If you feel that you went through some, then sure, those were it. I would have thought that spending the rest of your life with me would be trials enough.”

  “Surely, that’s the reward for passing the trials.”

  She laughs, and that’s a sound I want to hear as often as possible. “We’ll see if you think it’s a rewards a year from now. So, the dragon was your trial? What was mine?”

  I frown. “No woman needs go through trials to be determined worthy to marry a man. She is a woman!”

  She taps her lips with one slender finger. “I think maybe the crab. When we fished it out from the deep. Or the first night when you didn’t sleep in the same room as me. Or possibly climbing down from the window. Yes, I think that was my trials. Or maybe…”

  She goes up on tiptoes and whispers something very naughty in my ear, and I immediately worry that my excitement will be visible to everyone.

  “Yes,” I say and swallow. “That must have been it.”

  “Okay, Mrs. Rock’Star,” the woman called Sophia says as she comes over. “We girls want to congratulate you. And I’m sure the guys are very eager to slap the rock star’s back while the bride throws her bouquet.”

  I smile at her mispronunciation, one that so many of the alien females are guilty of. “Then I shall let them.”

  I walk over to my friends and the warriors from the tribe. “Well. That was easy.”

  “It seems easy, doesn’t it?” Jax’zan nods. “And later you will find that it was the best thing you ever did. Who would have thought that something that wonderful would have such an easy start? Just saying ‘yes’.”

  “Changed your mind about the danger of women?” Ar’ox inquires.

  “No,” I laugh. “On the contrary. I underestimated their danger. Just look at me! Here I am, back in your tribe again. Phoebe was much more dangerous than I thought. Even surrounded by all my friends, far from her home, she sank her sweet teeth into me and never let go. But it is a delightful bite. No pain at all. Only bliss.”

  Car’rakz points. “And the burn on your arm? No pain anymore?”

  I look down at the arm that the dragon Gorgoz burned. Phoebe covered it with some mysterious substance that her tribe keeps, and it is clearly healing. “Some tingling only. Dragons blow hot fire, warriors. My arm wasn’t even in the flame. Just in the vicinity. It’s a marvelous medicine.”

  “It is,” Car’rakz agrees. “My old burn looked much worse than this. Then the gel was applied, and it cleared up some of it.”

  I examine his face. I can tell that the left side of his face is slightly paler than the other, and there are one or two white splotches. I wouldn’t have guessed that he was burned if he hadn’t told me. “Marvelous,” I repeat.

  I glance over at Phoebe. She’s surrounded by the alien females, laughing and chatting. I notice that the one called Ashlynn is now holding her bunch of flowers.

  I smile to myself. She’s happy.

  “So now,” Gir’ex says, “I suppose Rax’tar will be supporting his wife while she gives birth to another female alien. That is what marriage means, yes?”

  “Well, yes,” Trak’zor says. “In a way. I mean, there’s more to it. But essentially that’s it.”

  “It certainly has been for most of us,” Jax’zan says. “Only girls are born in this village.”

  “Perhaps one day we will acquire Lifegivers, so that also we men may have offspring,” I suggest. “It seems only fair.”

  “It is confusing,” Ar’ox muses. “My Heidi claims that our daughter is my o
ffspring as much as hers. But it is a girl. So how can it be partly mine?”

  Jax’zan nods. “Yes, Sophia says the same. And I sometimes think I can see some of myself in our little daughter. Certainly, her eyes shine brightly whenever she’s awake at night. And she has the proto-fangs that we all had as boys. But she is all girl.”

  “Highly mysterious,” Arit’zan says. “But what does it really matter? You live with a woman and her offspring, Mating and enjoying her other charms, I’m sure. It isn’t that much different from our life on The Island. Except perhaps here we might have women. If they so choose,” he adds quickly.

  “What we have here is meaning”, Juri’ex says with emphasis. “A purpose. We all saw the blue flame the dragon spewed. It lit up the whole of Seatree Ocean as bright as day. If more of those are coming, we are clearly better suited to fight it together.”

  “Indeed,” I say warmly, impressed at how the youngster has matured. “You make a good point, Juri’ex. A crucial point. And I, for one, look forward to fighting the two dragons that are even now trying to gather their hoards on a small island where there’s nothing to be found. Excuse me.”

  I can’t stand being away from Phoebe anymore. She calls to me just by breathing. She excites me just by moving.

  “This is becoming a party,” I say into her ear. “I can see some food being brought. And those pots, I suspect, contain some kind of juice that makes you feel good.”

  “Yeah,” Phoebe beams. “But I already feel pretty great.”

  “Me, too. And they say it will continue. As long as I live.”

  She puts a hand on my chest. “They do say that. I think it’s true. Not every day will be perfect, my love.”

  “I hope not. That would be dull. Life must have some downs so you can appreciate the ups. But in the end, you and I are together. And that is all that matters. Being with my wife.”

  “Being together,” she agrees, and her eyes are large and suddenly wet.

  I gently wipe a crystal tear off her cheek. “Yes. Together. My love, I’m worried.”

  She frowns. “About what?”

  “It’s been a while, and I now wonder if they’re still there.”

  She stiffens in mild alarm. “Who? The dragons?”

  “No, not the dragons. Something much more important.”

  “What?”

  I glance at her legs, which are covered to below the knee by her white dress. “Something that I really like.”

  She gets it. “Ah. You want to see if the dimples are still there at the back of my knees?”

  “Just to make sure. So that we can start searching for them immediately if they’re gone. I mean, they can’t have gotten far.”

  She laughs. “I think they’re where they’re supposed to be. But yeah, let’s sneak away so you can check. I think the house is empty, and these guys won’t miss us for a little while.”

  I take my wife into my arms again, feeling the world spin around me. It has been doing that a lot lately, always when Phoebe is around.

  “I love you,” I state and wipe a stray hair from her forehead.

  “And I love you. Everything is as it should be. Now check my knees? And also some other things that come to mind?”

  I take her hand. “I think I will have to check those things very frequently.”

  She squeezes me, and her smile melts my heart once and for all. “I think you do.”

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  © Calista Skye 2019

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  Caveman Alien's Ransom: A SciFi BBW/Alien Fated Mates Romance

  Being abducted by aliens was never on my bucket list. But I guess the aliens didn't get that memo, because one night I was beamed aboard a UFO. It dumped me and a bunch of other girls on an alien planet.

  A Jurassic planet where giant, murderous dinosaurs walk around, and everything wants to kill me.

  My only hope of surviving is the first man I met here. His name is Jax'zan, and he's an alien.

  And a caveman.

  As in, the hottest super-alpha caveman who ever lived. He's big and strong and doesn't talk much, but he's saved my life so many times now that I've lost count.

  My insides turn to hot mush whenever he fixes his smoldering eyes on me, and the scandalously sexy and unusual features his sensationally muscular body is rocking totally make me forget time and place.

  There's only one problem: He's holding me for ransom. And he wants to repopulate his woman-less planet. With me ...

  Expect steamy scenes, mysterious aliens with features like adult toys, deadly planets, and the love story between a BBW from Earth and a sensationally hot alien warrior.

  Full-length romance novel with no cliffhangers and a happily-ever-after ending!

  Epilogue

  - Phoebe -

  “Never thought the dragons would be shifters,” Ashlynn muses and takes another sip of the fermented fruit juice that the guys have brought along from The Island. It’s much better than the other concoctions. “But I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. We are on an alien planet with all kinds of weirdness.”

  Mia gazes over at the cave opening. Big things are happening in there. “The guys seem to like it, anyway. In human shape, they should be easier to fight. And they’ll have major problems finding hoards here on Xren. So maybe those two will never actually turn into real dragons. Why human shape, though? Why not octopus shape or lizard shape or something weirder? They’re supposed to be aliens.”

  “Could be the Panspermia thing,” I offer. “All intelligent life has the same origin. Seeded on many planets throughout space by some mysterious ancient race. That’s why the cavemen are so much like us. And why the dragons are partly a lot like us, too. As if there’s one mold that everyone uses. Two legs, one head, two arms.”

  “So now there are two dragons here,” Aurora says. “At least two. On a small island where no hoard can be found. In a weakened state, probably trapped. If they can’t swim. I mean, this doesn’t sound like an enemy it would be straight-up impossible to beat. I think our chances just improved.”

  She holds her mug out, and we all clink ours to it. It’s been a good few clinks this afternoon, since Caroline waddled into the delivery cave and Sophia announced that it looked like it was time for her. So everyone is here, sitting around in small groups, waiting anxiously for news about how things are going in there. For us dragon girls, it’s a special occasion. Caroline is our favorite human being of all time after she saved us from Troga at great danger to herself.

  “On the other hand, it means that the dragons are in fact coming,” I say. “Could it mean that they’ll come here in small trickles, or will they suddenly all arrive in force? And how many could there be?”

  “Everything unknown,” Aurora says. “Unless Delyah unearths something in that spaceship. She’s been gone longer than usual. I’m getting nervous. She hasn’t gone and been abducted again, has she?”

  Ashlynn snorts. “If so, I feel genuine pity for that abductor when Brax’tan gets a hold of him. No, I don’t think it’s that. Tell us more about those dragons, Phoebe. Are they… like, are they handsome? Except for those scales, I mean?”

  I think back. “You know, I was pretty busy cowering and shaking in fear. I mostly looked at Gorgoz, and he was just… supernaturally handsome? Insanely, phenomenally beautiful? So beautiful that it looked fake, like a
manipulated photo? I guess the other two aren’t that different. But yeah, they do have scales. Might become an issue if you want to hug him.”

  “Hug a dragon?” Mia chuckles. “Like hugging a snake. A really big one. Or an angry elephant.”

  “Don’t knock it till you try it,” Ashlynn shrugs. “Maybe that’s all they need. A nice hug.”

  “You’d want to hug Troga?” I shudder. “That’s too weird, even for me. And I married a caveman.”

  “And got knocked up by one?” Aurora smirks. “You can quit being secretive. People are talking. You’re having secret whispered conversations with Sophia and Heidi. That strange glow. The rushing out to throw up every morning. Hey, I’ve been there. Impossible to keep a secret like that in a small village.”

  The two other girls turn to me, surprised.

  “Really? You’re pregnant?”

  “Congratulations!”

  “I’m so happy for you!”

  “I thought you looked different.”

  They both come in to hug me.

  I wipe a moved tear from my face. “I was going to tell everyone. Just… I guess I wasn’t that sure. I am now, though. I was going to let Caroline have the limelight for tonight.”

  Aurora hugs me, too. “Then keep your secret for a long as you want it.”

  “Tomorrow,” I promise. “I’ll tell Rax’tar first.”

  “Which is the same as telling everyone,” Aurora laughs. “They all roar in joy when they hear of it. You know these guys wear their hearts on their sleeves. Or they would, if they had sleeves. No, just kidding. Your secret is safe with us.”

  “So freaking cool,” Ashlynn says and wipes something off her own face. She has an abrupt manner sometimes, but she’s also very easily moved. “And to answer your question: no, I would not want to hug Troga. Just a thought. If they’re sometimes in human form it should be theoretically possible to hug them, anyway. Never mind.”

  I take a sip of my mug of non-fermented juice. “It’s not a bad thought. It reminds me of something Rax’tar said. The dragons are always getting into our minds. Maybe we should start getting into theirs. Doing something unexpected might catch them out. Oh, I don’t know. I wish Delyah would come back so we could tell her.”