Caveman Alien's Ransom

by Calista Skye

  6

  - Jax'zan -

  I look up. There was something in that splash that was not supposed to be there. And there was a sound as from a throat. A thin squeal of the kind a grunk may emit when hit by an arrow.

  I sigh, more for the benefit of the Ancestors than because I'm truly annoyed. My prayer has been disrupted, and They would want that to irritate me. But truly I welcome the break. The Ancestors require long prayers in this location.

  I slowly straighten up and look across to where the holy water falls through the rocky tunnel from sacred Bune. There is movement there, clearly. A Small, of some kind? No Big could fit through that hole.

  I stand as still as if I'm on a hunt, moving my hand towards my sword so slowly the movement is invisible to any creature. Something is splashing in the holy pool, something that is larger than a Small and yet smaller than a Big. The only thing that fits such a description is a human, like me.

  I frown. A human in the holy pool? He must be an outtriber. Or, since not even our bitterest rival tribes would ever set foot on sacred Bune, an outworlder. Perhaps a Plood. If so, this place has been badly desecrated.

  I choose to disregard stealth over efficiency and just grasp the hilt of my sword. The metal is safe and cool in my hand and I move towards the water. It's too dark in here for me to see clearly, but there is something there.

  Yes. A human. Somewhat small, but still. A Plood, then. Except this thing is not gray like them.

  He's reached the rocky edge of the water and now he has thrown both his hands onto the shore.

  He has five fingers on each hand. The Plood have two. A boy, then?

  And there he hangs. I can hear his breath, ragged in his throat like after a huge exertion.

  I grasp my sword harder. Why is he not coming out of the water? That's very suspicious. He's got some scheme in mind, no doubt.

  Or is it that he can't? I can see him try to hoist his body up, but he must be extremely tired. He's not making it even halfway.

  I'm almost within range to strike him with my sword. He has dark hair, long and flowing in the water. Very pale skin. Ah. No stripes. Definitely a boy. An outtriber boy.

  His breath is coming fast and shallow and I can see that his eyes are closed. I squat down right behind his head and wonder at the fabric that covers his torso. It bulges over his chest in a way that I haven't seen before.

  It' must be an alien. An alien boy. Well, I suppose they must exist. But they may not exist in the holy pool of the Ancestors. I will sacrifice his blood to them. Surely they will not then require me to complete the tedious prayer.

  I raise the sword above my head. At the same moment, the boy loses his grip on the shore and his fingers slide uselessly across the rock. His head falls backward into the water and I see his face.

  In astonishment, I drop my sword and it falls to the ground with a resounding clang.

  That face ... that's not a boy. Certainly not a man. So pale, so smooth, with an beauty so otherworldly I can feel my crotch spontaneously swelling. That looks like ... no, that feels like ...

  “Surely not,” I whisper in awe as the face disappears under the surface and becomes a pale spot. “Holy Ancestors, surely not!”

  But in the center of my being I know that it is.

  I dive into the pool without even a short prayer. I grasp the alien under its arms and pull it ashore, then gently pull it up from the water.

  I check its breath. Yes, still alive. Some water is running out of its mouth and I roll it over on its side.

  Oh holy Ancestors, the backside is even more enticing than the front!

  The alien splutters and coughs wetly. I sit back on my haunches and just stare. Never have I felt more in awe. And the Prophecy has predicted this!

  Because this, what I have just pulled out of the holy pool of Bune, is not from here. We haven't had any of these for eons. This is ...

  I swallow. I can't even think the word.

  “A woman,” I whisper, not sure if my voice can carry that unusual word.

  But I must make sure. Does the Prophecy not say that we must not be fooled by those who would attempt to seem like women, but are not truly female?

  I remember the signs very clearly, as every Rexvi warrior would. We all dream about this when we're younger and during the stripening. We all dream of being the warrior who finds the woman in the water and then proceeds to ...

  I gasp as I remember. To mate with her!

  I reach my hand out and gingerly touch her skin. Wet and smooth and cool. So pale and soft. Truly wondrous.

  I must take her garments off to check if the signs are here in full.

  The lower part calls to me the most. I fumble with the alien fabric closing mechanism. It won't come apart! Where's the drawstring?

  I try to pull downwards on it, and then it parts in some very complicated way to reveal more fabric underneath. Huh. How very alien and how very arousing.

  I keep pulling down everything I can find, and then, finally, it's revealed to me. I sit backward in awe.

  A slit. A soft, gentle little slit right where the manhood would be on a male. My own is throbbing so hard I have trouble keeping it under control.

  This is one of the signs. A woman! It's true!

  The holy cave spins around me as the implications zoom through my mind. But most of all, that little slit calls to me. I must worship the Woman, as the Prophecy states. She is to be worshipped and honored.

  I slide her garments further down so I can spread her miraculously soft and hairless thighs apart.

  This will be the best moment of my life.

  7

  - Sophia -

  I feel totally great. Everything is soft and mellow and there are some insane tingles coming from my girly parts. My whole body resonates to it and it's total bliss.

  I stretch luxuriously and lazily crack my eyes open.

  Mmm. Nice and dark. It smells nice, too. I guess Melissa bought some more oil for the aromatizer. She's a pretty good roommate after all. And I'm totally horny and I appear to be having a good time with myself.

  I flex my fingers and another wave of hotness shoots through me from my clit upwards.

  Huh. My hands are nowhere near my crotch.

  My sluggish brain tries to figure it out.

  Then I have the great idea to glance down my body. I see something, but I can't be sure, so I check it out with my hand.

  Ah. Warm and hard and hairy. And with something that feels a lot like ears.

  Yeah, that's a head. Someone is giving me head.

  I want to chuckle. A head giving me head. So funny.

  There's less pressure from my crotch and the tingles from my pussy get weaker.

  Oh no, you don't. I push the head back in there.

  “Don'th sthop,” I slur.

  I think as hard as my brain will allow right now, which is not very. Between the tingles and the sluggishness there's not much processing power left.

  Did I pick someone up last night?

  Did I go to a bar? Or what? Shouldn't I be focusing on finishing the translator device? The grant ... Professor Wilkins ...

  A barb of guilt pierces my happy state and I want to think of something else. Luckily a delicious sensation from my clit overpowers everything else right then and I buck involuntarily. Whoever this is, they're good. There are wet sounds and squelches from down there as I'm being eaten out better than I can recall ever happening before.

  I open my eyes again and look once more. It's pretty dark, but I think I can see some light hair down there. And the hair seems to shine somehow.

  I let my hands wander down from that long, silky hair. Ah. That's definitely stubble. And further down ...

  Muscles. Smooth, hard muscles. Just feeling it makes me jerk my body again as the guy giving me head does something wonderful and another little fountain of bliss shoots up through my pelvis.

  Oh, this guy is good. Seriously, I've never-

  Ah. I get it now. I've been
orgasming for a good while. I just missed the lead-up somehow. It's a long, low-level climax that I want to go on forever.

  I can hear myself moaning in delight and unrestrained arousal. My pussy feels red hot and dripping wet, and it keeps shooting wonderful sensations in all kinds of colors through my mind and body.

  Then there's another sound – the guy is humming, and the vibrations from that are hitting my clit so perfectly I buck again and whimper as the orgasm gets stronger.

  There's something pressing on my mind. Something that has happened. Something I should remember.

  But I can remember it later. Right now, I'm climaxing and shaking and trembling and bucking and whimpering as the waves of hotness and pleasure flow through me. Nothing can possibly be as important as that.

  I lose track of time. Then the humming slowly subsides, and so do the vibrations. I groan in protest, but I also feel that my clit is getting a little overwhelmed. I ride out the aftershocks and prepare what to say to this guy. He has to be the best pussy licker on campus.

  I clear my voice. “Ohmigod,” I sigh. “That was sensational.” Yeah, he deserves to hear it. Maybe it will make him do it again. Soon.

  I open my eyes again and look down. I have to see who this is.

  He's getting up on his knees. Oh god that's a nice body he has. All muscle and maleness. And a good amount of hair, I notice. A very manly dude. So he's probably not from my university.

  He looks down at me.

  “Fuck!” I gasp, then belatedly slam my thighs shut.

  That's not a human man. He has a basic human body, but it's all striped, and his face has the wrong proportions. I can't help staring at his eyes. They have a smouldering, red glow to them and my hand shoots to my mouth in shock. His ears are small and pointy, and his nose reminds me of certain big cats. And yet he's still clearly not a feline. He much more manlike than anything I've ever seen on the National Geographic channel. But yeah, he's an alien.

  The only thing that prevents me from yelping and drawing away is that he has just given me the orgasm of a lifetime, so he can't be all bad. Oh, and also that I have to be paralyzed with shock.

  I check. Nope. Not paralyzed. I actually don't mind this too much. It's all new, but I'm not shocked.

  I quickly look around.

  This is a cave. And that is a pool with more water falling into it from high above. It comes from-

  My breath catches in my throat as all the recent events suddenly explode into my mind. The abduction! The hijacking attempt! The tuna can! The not-dactyls and the sophiasaurus and the stream of water with the slippery bottom! The tunnel! The pool! Then I whimper. Alesya!

  The gun!

  My hand flies to my pocket, but my jeans are halfway off and I hurriedly pull my soaking wet panties and my jeans up again. For a second I worry about whether I was clean down there. That leaf wasn't the best tissue I've tried. But of course the water will have helped with that.

  I get the gun and then don't know what to do with it. The guy is on his knees next to me, just looking me up and down and grunting at the back of his throat with a tone that sounds like enthusiastic approval. I don't want to point the gun at him. I mean, he might think I want to kill him. Or he might not know what it is.

  I calmly scoot a couple of feet away from him. I have to catch my bearings before I want to get too close to him again.

  He doesn't seem to mind and just looks at me calmly. For a guy with glowing coal for eyes he has a pretty good face, and I don't detect any animosity in them.

  “Yeah, so,” I begin, then lose myself in a coughing fit. I did almost drown not too long ago.

  “Okay,” I start again, wiping some coughing tears off my cheek. “I just have to think for a moment. You must have saved my life, yes? Pulled me out of that pool?”

  He just looks at me and tilts his head to one side like you do when you go awwww over an adorable baby. Is that a smile on his alien face?

  “And then you proceeded to eat me out. Is that some kind of life-saving thing on this planet? I mean, it's completely inappropriate and please don't do that again without permission. But I don't mind that you did it. It totally worked.” Yeah, I'm babbling. I'm not sure what else to do.

  He places something on the floor, then produces a spark so it lights up. It's a very alien torch that sends a flickering light over our faces. Suddenly I'm transported back to the stone age, when people actually did live in caves and only had fire for light.

  Oh yes. That's what he reminds me of. A caveman. Except different. He has such an intelligent glint in his eyes that no image I've ever seen of any caveman fits.

  My stomach suddenly growls and the guy gets up and walks a few feet away. His movements are fluid and powerful, and his thighs are as thick as tree trunks. I can see that because he's only wearing a furry cloth that looks like a kilt. His body has red tiger stripes all over it, and they don't appear to be painted on. No, his skin actually looks like that. He's alien, but he's also the sexiest man I've seen.

  He bends down and picks up something.

  Shit. It's a sword. I clench the gun in my hand, but then he calmly places the weapon in a kind of belt he has around his waist.

  It's a very alien sword, all curvy and grayish. The edge glitters in the darkness and it looks pretty sharp. But it doesn't feel like he intends to use it. He walks a few steps in the direction of the cave's opening, where I now notice it's totally dark.

  He picks up a bag of some kind and then returns to me. I keep my eyes on him and hold the gun innocently, ready to whip it up if he touches that sword.

  But he just takes something out of his bag. It's something wrapped in a green leaf. He unwraps it and holds it out to me.

  I peer at it suspiciously. It looks like a piece of nutty cake, or a paté of some kind. There's a nice smell coming from it, not unlike a hot burrito. And I am extremely hungry.

  I hesitate, and he breaks off a piece of the cake with two big, callused fingers and puts it in his mouth.

  I gasp again. He has some real fangs in there, very white and sharp-looking teeth.

  He chews the thing and smiles, then rubs his stomach. “Dai leeh,” he says, and his voice is so deep and calm and silky smooth I just want to hear it again. It makes me feel ... safe?

  I pick off a little piece of the food he's offering me. Should I be eating anything at all on an alien planet? Won't everything here kill me? But it smells good and I am hungry. So I hurriedly put it in my mouth and chew very cautiously.

  Ah. It's spicy and warm and has the consistency of a very tender piece of chicken. I can't quite place the spices, but they're not unpleasant at all.

  He's looking at me expectantly. I just glance up at him, then pick another little piece off it and eat it. He sticks his chin out in an alien movement that I'm guessing is the same as nodding for us.

  “Fleeng pee keh.” He seems happy enough and hands me the leaf with the food on it, and then he sits down beside me. A part of my brain notices that he smells pretty good.

  I eat more of the alien food and think about my predicament. Kidnapped, then stranded on a dinosaur planet. And now separated from my friends. Actually, I'm probably in better shape than they are. I have infinite water and at least some food, and I even seem to have made a friend here. A very big and strong friend who gives head like an expert. That mouth of his has to be pretty special. Apart from the large fangs, I mean. There has to be something about his tongue.

  The cave smells really good, and some of it is him. A dry, spicy scent that he should put in bottles and sell. But apart from that, there's something else, too. I stand up on legs that still feel weak, pull my jeans up all the way and walk over to the water.

  Ah. That's it. The water has a fruity smell and a note that vaguely reminds me of alcohol. I squat down and cup a little of the water in my hand, then hold it up to my mouth.

  Before my hand reaches my mouth it's stopped in an iron grip. The caveman looks at me from one foot away, and his eyes are g
lowing a little more than before. “Ee keh brah,” he says very seriously and shakes my hand so the water spills out of it.

  Still holding my wrist, he pulls me back to where we were sitting. Then he gets a leathery pouch out of his bag and holds it out to me. “Deh teh ar bedreh,” he says and takes out a cork.

  He holds the pouch up to his mouth, leans his head back and drinks the clear liquid that pours out of it, then wipes his lips with the back of his hand and hands the pouch to me.

  I smell the liquid. That has to be a fruit juice of some kind. But clear? Oh well. I lean my head back and the liquid splashes all over my face. But some of it gets into my mouth, and it's a tart, fresh juice with a hint of sweetness. I wipe my face, then look at the caveman and give him a facial expression that's supposed to mean that was surprisingly good! But of course I don't know if he gets it. Probably not. He gives me another little smile, so I guess we're cool.

  He pulls some kind of blanket out of his bag and places it on the smooth, rocky ground, then sits down and motions for me to do the same.

  Fine. I'm still tired, and my legs and arms ache from all the running and various exertions. The blanket is soft and appears to be made from some kind of suede.

  So now that I'm no longer hungry or thirsty, and just exhausted in every way, especially emotionally, I guess I have to face my situation and think of what to do. If that's up to me at all.

  What I want to do is a) get back to the girls in the tuna can so that we can b) brainstorm how to c) get off the planet and home to Earth.

  I glance up at the caveman beside me. If I could recruit him to help me with a) and b), then maybe it would be easier to get to c). He probably knows how to deal with the not-dactyls and the sophiasaurus and everything else there may be here on this jungle planet that reminds me more and more of a movie I once saw. Yes, this is definitely a jurassic planet.

  Does he live in here, maybe? It's a pretty big cave. But the rocky walls are bare and I see no sign of habitation. And of course he wouldn't pack a bag to just stay home. This is something else to him.

  He must have a village, right? Or a cave where he lives? With more of his kind, maybe?