by Kim Fox
He doesn’t leave me hanging for long. I hold my breath as he parts my wet folds and presses the tip of his beautiful cock inside of me, making me scream out loud as my back arches so high that it would make a Yoga master jealous.
I dig my nails into his arms as he pushes deeper, filling me, stretching me, making my fucking toes curl. My breathing quickens as our bodies fuse together.
With one strong grunt, he thrusts all the way in. “FUCK!” I scream at the intensity of it. Now I know what that vibrating bump is for. It hits my throbbing clit and lights my body on fire. I may have been freaked out about it before but now I’m in love.
He grinds his powerful hips, rubbing the heavenly vibrating bump on my sensitive clit and my whole body explodes in a mind blowing orgasm. It hits hard. Blinding me. Overwhelming me.
My legs are shaking as I dig my fingernails into his skin. My heart is going to fucking explode in my chest. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know my name. All I know is heated pleasure. All-encompassing pleasure.
He doesn’t even stop to let me catch my breath. He pulls his muscular hips back and fucks me with a hard, relentless pace. His magical vibrating pelvis hits my tender clit with every thrust and I’m screaming out loud like a fucking mad woman. I don’t care what hears me. Let every dinosaur on this fucking planet come over. This feels too good to stop screaming.
He leans down and licks each nipple as he fucks me and I moan as my nipples tingle from his magical tingling saliva. It’s like his body was designed to please a woman. Created for sex.
My head jerks back as my body melts into him. Every cell in me is on fire. It’s a lustful burn that surges through my veins.
“Fuck, Turic,” I moan as he buries himself completely inside of me. My jaw clenches tight as he digs his vibrating pelvis onto my aching clit once again. I close my eyes and tighten my legs around his thighs as another orgasm hits me intensely, taking my breath away as the delicious heat flows through me.
I gasp as it hits, trying to take in gulps of air as my heart pounds like a jackhammer and white spots dot my vision. I don’t know how many more of these I can take.
He still doesn’t let up, the bastard. He keeps going at a steady, controlled pace filling me with long, hard strokes of his wonder cock.
My legs are still trembling and I’m swallowing hard as he fucks me. It’s so intense. I can barely breathe. I want it to stop but I don’t. It feels too fucking good.
He quickens the pace, his muscles tight with anticipation. Cries, screams, and whimpers are leaving my mouth, each one louder than the last. Each one more desperate, more intense. I can’t take this for much longer.
Turic grips my waist with an iron grip as he fucks me harder and harder. Blood is pumping through my ears, deafening me. I don’t even know what’s going on anymore.
His skin is so hot on mine. My hard nipples are still tingling against his massive chest. “Kahlina,” he grunts in my ear and a loud cry escapes my mouth in response. My fingers are digging into his taut back. I’m going to come again. I’m afraid to. It’s so intense.
He seems to sense it and presses his pelvis against my pearl one more time as he thrusts in deep. “No,” I moan, arching my back. “Yes!” My mind is blank. I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
He leans into my ear, his warm breath washing over the side of my face. “Khalina sapasee,” he whispers as his pelvis and cock rock my world.
Here we go again.
I’m begging him to come with me in incoherent sentences and tight moans. He hits me with three or four more hard thrusts as the pressure balled up inside me becomes too much to bear.
The tight ball releases inside of me with a vengeance, rushing through my trembling body from my fingertips to my curled toes. The orgasm is too intense. I can’t even scream. I just bite down and let it consume me.
This time, Turic follows me. He grunts savagely in my ear as he comes deep inside my pussy. His strong body tightens over me and I feel the heat of his seed warming my insides.
I’m still trembling beneath him, my third orgasm going strong as he pulls out of me and slumps to the side. I close my legs tight, not wanting to lose a drop of his warmth, and stare at the roof of the cave, taking deep heavy breaths as my orgasm flows through me like a warm caress.
Holy fuck.
I was not expecting that.
My body is still trembling in shock as Turic leans over and pulls me into his warm embrace. His breathing is heavy but mine is insane. I can’t seem to catch my breath.
It takes a few minutes but then it comes. My orgasm subsides and I can finally breathe normally again. I’m left with a feeling of complete and utter satisfaction as I lay in his comforting arms.
“Thank you, Turic,” I whisper against his bare chest as my heavy eyes drift off to sleep. “Thank you for making this place feel like home.”
nine
Have you ever done something that you vowed never to tell anyone about for the rest of your life? I never told anyone that I once stole a nudie magazine (of naked girls, not even guys) because I wanted to see how my breasts stacked up. Well, now I can add fucking an alien to the list.
Not that there’s anyone to tell. I keep forgetting that everyone I know is dead.
Turic is up before me and as I get up, I worry that it may be a little awkward between us but it’s not. He’s cooking breakfast over the fire. A rodent-type thing that looks disgusting but smells delicious.
He smiles at me when he sees me awake. “Hi,” I say shyly, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear. He walks over, gently touches my chin, and tilts it up as he kisses me softly on the lips.
“Hm,” I giggle as my lips tingle. I can get used to waking up like that.
I couldn’t have slept better if I was in a five-star hotel. It was a beautiful sleep. Three mind-shattering orgasms will do that to a gal.
Fuck Starbucks, fuck Yoga classes, fuck TV. I’ll take multiple toe-curling orgasms over a seven dollar mocha chai latte any day.
I notice a change in the blue guy. He sits right beside me rather than across the fire which he was doing yesterday. He’s also more attentive, giving me food before I have to mime for it, and he watches me as I eat it, making sure that I’m enjoying it.
His handsome blue smiles also come more frequently and are wider than before, showing off his powerful teeth. I like this new Turic. Not surprisingly, I feel more attached to him as well. Again, three mind-shattering orgasms will do that to a gal.
The only time he takes his attention away from me is when he turns to thread some brown leafs together. They look like fat palms and he’s making something with them but I can’t tell what it is.
“Whatcha got there, lover boy?” I ask in a sexy voice.
He pulls it out with a wide smile. Oh God.
Before I can run away he slides it over my head. He made me a shirt out of leaves. The cuteness of the thoughtful gesture almost makes up for the shirt’s ugliness.
Almost.
But he looks happy. He’s smiling like a rich kid on Christmas morning.
Turic stands up and stomps out the fire with his boot. “Hewrrisid pouyler scuner,” he says while staring at me.
“What, this?” I ask, standing up and doing a model pose in my new leafy shirt. “Oh, thank you. It’s new.” I do a little catwalk strut as he watches me in confusion. “I got it at the leaf store. It was on sale.”
He points to the exit of the cave and grunts.
“Time to go?” I sigh. I was just starting to like this cave. It had such nice memories. Three in particular.
“Alright,” I say gathering my things, which is nothing. “Let’s bounce.”
It’s another sunny day and Turic actually walks beside me the entire time rather than in front. I don’t get the spectacular view of his tight ass but this is nice too. Especially when he slips his hand over mine and walks with me hand and hand.
I still don’t know where we’re going but after last night I’m ready
We pass a few small dinosaurs by mid morning but they run away on two legs when they see Turic. I inch a little closer to him as we walk away.
A few minutes later we hear a commotion close by and Turic pulls out his knife so fast that all I see is a blur. He grabs me and pulls my body behind him as he moves forward. I duck my head and keep my hand on his hard lower back as he heads towards the noise, stalking it like a panther.
“Would you like pancakes?” a familiar crackling voice says from up ahead. No.
An angry screeching follows and then, “We’re all out of pancakes. Would you like some France toast?”
I tug Turic’s loincloth trying to get him to go the other way but his curiosity drives him forward. The feeling inside of me is bittersweet. It’s nice to hear the English language but it’s coming from the thing that I least want to see: Tin Tom.
The robot is at the bottom of a tree blinking his lights and trying to communicate with a red monkey-type creature who’s perched on a high branch, screeching at him.
Turic walks right up to him and pokes him with the knife. Tin Tom turns and blinks wildly when he sees me. “Good daytime to you earthling woman,” he says.
I hate this tin piece of crap but I still get emotional when I see him. “I never thought in a gazillion years I’d be happy to see you, Tin Tom.”
Tin Tom turns to Turic who keeps poking him with his knife. I put my hand on his blue wrist and gently pull it down. He looks at me with a confused grunt but then slides the knife back into his boot.
“Is this is your new mate?” Tin Tom asks.
“Yeah,” I answer. I guess he is.
“Really?” Tin Tom says, blinking. “This guy?”
I jerk my head back. “Yeah. Why?”
Tin Tom’s blinking stops. “He’s no Emperor Rsordan, but whatever.”
“Rsordan?” I ask. “The disgusting praying mantis creature who cuts the heads off of his mates?”
“Yes,” Tin Tom answers. “You turned down Rsordan for this guy? I’ll never understand you earthling women.”
“Okay,” I say, throwing my hands in the air. “It was a pleasure as usual Tin Tom but I’m out of here.”
I begin to walk away and Turic follows on my heels leaving the annoying robot behind.
“Kaluue Saku,” Turic says, pointing in the other direction.
“Sapeer waulk onit,” Tin Tom spits out.
Turic whips his massive head around to the robot and stares at him with wide eyes. “Kreat?”
Tin Tom blinks wildly. “Sukamemrta zingabo,” he answers.
“Wait,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. “Tin Tom. You can understand him?”
Tin Tom beeps. “Of course. Tom is programmed to understand over sixty thousand languages and dialects.”
“What did he say?” I ask, staring at the big guy with my mouth dropped open. I can’t believe that I might actually be able to communicate with him.
Tin Tom rolls over to me. “He says that you’re very rude for leaving poor Tom all by himself.”
“Tin Tom,” I say in a no-fucking-around voice. “What did he say?”
Tin Tom turns his screen from me to Turic and then back to me. “He says that he has to bring you back to the village.”
“What village?”
“He didn’t say that part.”
I roll my eyes and grit my teeth. “Well, can you fucking ask him?”
They exchange some weird sounds and the garbage can on wheels turns back to me. “He says that he has to get you to Loupin.”
“What’s Loupen?” I ask.
“Loupin,” Turic corrects.
These two are getting on my last nerve. “What is it?”
“Not what, who. He’s the village Shaman,” Tin Tom answers. “Do you want to ask him anything else?”
Yes. Can we go to a cave and have sex all day?
“Ask him why I have to go to the Shaman,” I say. “I’m not sick.”
They talk for a minute or two and I bite my fingernails nervously as I wait for them to finish.
Tin Tom turns to me. “He says that the Shaman will know what to do with the Saku.”
“Saku?” I ask with a shrug of my shoulders. “What’s a Saku?”
“You are the Saku,” he answers.
Turic is nodding as he listens. “Saku,” he whispers.
“What is a Saku?”
“The one that the prophecy speaks of,” Tin Tom explains. “The killer of dinosaurs. The eradicator of beasts. The destroyer of monsters.”
I just burst out laughing. I laugh until my cheeks burn and my stomach aches. I laugh until I’m on my knees with my eyes watering. I laugh until Turic comes and checks on me and then I laugh some more.
“Come on, Tin Tom,” I say, wiping my eyes as I get back to my feet. “What is it, really?”
Tin Tom isn’t laughing. Neither is Turic.
My stomach starts to harden and the smile drops from my face. “Tell me the truth,” I say in a tight voice.
“You have the marking,” Tin Tom says. “You are the one to end the reign of the dinosaurs on Zandipor.”
“No, no, no, no,” I say shaking my head like my hair is on fire. “This is a tramp stamp,” I say, yanking up the back of my leafy shirt. “It’s a cheap tattoo. It cost thirty bucks.”
“Kaleem,” Turic says bowing his head as he points at it.
“No, no, no,” I say in a panic. “Not Kaleem. Tramp stamp. Definitely not Kaleem.” They both just stare at me blankly as I try to explain.
“Tin Tom,” I say. “Tell him it’s not the Kaleem. Tell him it’s just an ugly tattoo.”
“The Drandroka of Zandipor have no such word as tattoo,” he answers.
Of course, they don’t. Ugh!
“Please, Tin Tom,” I beg. “Tell him it’s not a marking. Explain that it’s just a picture I put on my skin.”
“That’s right,” Tin Tom says. “The Kaleem is a picture.”
I’m so frustrated that I run over and kick his stupid metal body. Turic’s knife is back out and he’s rushing forward.
“It’s fine,” I say, with a hand on his chest. “Tin Tom. Ask him what is expected of me as the Saku.”
Excited butterflies invade my stomach as I wait for the answer that I really don’t want to hear.
“He says that you are expected to slay every single beast and dinosaur on the planet.”
My shoulders shake with laughter. It’s the most ridiculous thing that I’ve ever heard. Me of all people. The eradicator of dinosaurs. Please. The only time that I didn’t get chosen last in gym class was on April Fool’s Day and now these two expect me to go all Bruce Lee on a T-Rex?
“Tell him that’s not going to happen,” I say between chuckles.
Turic looks upset when he hears the totally unsurprising news. He shakes his head and points at me. “Saku. Saku.” He rushes over and grazes his hand over my lower back tattoo. “Kaleem. Kaleem.”
“I’m not,” I say to him, trying to make him understand. “I’m not your savior. I’m just a person who was in the wrong theater seat at the wrong time.”
I’m still sad that I didn’t get to see the movie by the way.
Turic just shakes his head, refusing to listen.
I sigh. There’s no convincing him. Maybe this Loupin guy will understand when he takes one look at me and sees that I’m about as deadly as a sleeping chipmunk.
“Fine,” I say, throwing my hands up in surrender. “Let’s just go then.”
“Great!” Tin Tom says, rolling after me.
I turn and glare at him. “Us. Not you.”
But as annoying as he is, it would be smart to bring him. He can translate between me and Turic and hopefully convince this Loupin character that I’m not the one they were hoping for.
“Fine,” I say in a sharp tone. “You can come. But no talking!”
We don’t make it to the village before nightfall. Turic finds us another cave and we make Tin Tom sleep outside in the cold. Don’t feel bad, he’s a freaking robot!
Turic has been tense all afternoon, much different than the warm protective sweetheart that he was this morning.
At first, I felt bad that I disappointed him, but now I’m just getting pissed. Excuse me for not being capable of slaying every single beast on this monster-filled planet. That’s asking a bit much from a moderately overweight, out-of-shape gal.
He’s all grunts and sharp movements as he prepares the food that he collected throughout the day. He turns his back to me and mumbles to himself as he skins the little rabbit-like thingy he grabbed from a purple tree earlier in the day.
My chest feels tight and my throat starts to burn as I watch his tense body language. I can’t handle this. I’ve lost everything. Everything. And Turic has been the only thing keeping me from spiraling into the black hole of despair that I’ve been floating over.
His strong presence has kept me grounded, kept me going, kept me distracted, and kept me alive. Without him, I truly have no hope.
I take a deep breath and gather some broken sticks that are lying inside the cave. Turic groans softly when he turns and sees me failing miserably at trying to place them into a tee-pee like he had done. His shoulders loosen and the frustrated anger on his face washes away.
“Rusilar,” he whispers as he turns and helps me, showing me how to stack them properly. “Rusilar.”
“Rusuler,” I repeat and he shakes his head.
“Rusilar,” he says, repeating it slowly.
He stares at my lips as I sound out the words. “Rusilar,” I say and he smiles, still staring at my lips with hunger in his heated gaze. “But what does it mean? Is it the fire, the firewood, the act of making the fire, which one?”
Turic is breathing heavily as he stares at my lips. His eyes are filled with all of the want and desire that I’m starting to feel as well.
“We can figure it out later,” I whisper as he reaches for my mouth. He cups my jaw in his powerful hand and ghosts his thumb over my bottom lip. I answer with a gulp.
There’s something raw and sexy that passes between us, and my body starts aching with the need to be touched some more by the Sexy Smurf.
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