by Calista Skye
He lets go of me, seeing that at least I can tread water okay. “Cold water good for Zophia,” he says, and this time he gets the 'ph' sound right. “Cool down from strenuous night in tent with Jax'zan.”
I splash him. “I think someone else needs to cool down or he'll get splashed more- hey!”
He grabs me by the waist and tosses me easily into the air. I somersault once and squeal as I fall back from what seems like a pretty big height. My landing can't be very elegant, because for the first time I hear his laugh. It's deep and unrestrained, just like the man himself.
I surface and splash him again as a weak revenge and he comes in close, then kisses me on the lips and unceremoniously places a hand on my pussy under water. The touch turns me on instantly and I melt into his kiss.
He smirks. “Zophia ask if monster in water. Now Jax'zan can confirm there is.”
I immediately curl my legs up under me and reach for the shore to get out, but the gently holds me back. “Really?” I say with a small voice.
“Yes,” he says, very seriously. “Alien monster. Steal warrior's heart straight out of chest and then claw his back with long nails.”
He's so deadpan it takes me a minute to understand what he's talking about. Then I splash him. “Me, huh? I'll have you know there's already a monster called the sophiasaurus, and it's not me. So there.” I splash him once more for good measure.
He comes in close again. “Is most dangerous monster of all. Look beautiful. Entice innocent warrior with female charms. Make warrior behave strange. Then splash with water! Very terrible.”
He tosses me into the air again, spinning wildly, and I squeal in exhilaration and crash back in with my arms and legs flailing wildly. I've never been manhandled like this, and it feels great. He's insanely strong.
We frolic and kiss for a while, and then we make our way under the waterfall and I just stand there for a moment as the clean water runs down me. Jax'zan floats on his back and admires me, and I can see just how much he likes what he's seeing, because his manhood is sticking up from the water like the periscope on a submarine. He's just as turned on as I am.
I slide into the water and swim over to him, then grab his cock in my hand. “You ever heard of something called 'sex on the beach'? Very popular cocktail. As in, your cock and my tail. On the beach.” The translator is too far away to catch it, but that's fine. I think my purring is an indication about what I'm saying. And if it isn't, then I sure hope me stroking his cock will do the trick.
He looks at me with those luminous eyes and draws me closer to him, kisses me again and strokes my ass under the water.
I answer by giving his alien cock a kiss, and then I swim to the beach and crawl ashore on a shady part, looking behind me with my best 'come hither'-look. One part of me frowns at the cheap tricks I'm using, but this whole experience is so raw and real that any sophistication or playing hard to get went out the window a good while ago. I want his cock in me again, and this is the fastest way there.
He gets it. Honestly, if he hadn't, I'd have gone back to the girls and suggested that we turn the tuna can into a convent and just become nuns.
He comes wading ashore and tosses his soaked kilt onto the rocks with a wet splat. His cock juts in front of him like the cannon on a tank and the water drips off if.
I'm wet too, in every way, but the sun is helping dry off one kind of wetness. The other kind just gets more intense as I spread my knees on the sand and arch my back, showing all my charms in the most blatant invitation I can think of. This is a primal world, and I'm starting to get in touch with a pretty damn primal Sophia. The danger and the directness here burns all pretense and coyness out of me and helps me choose the shortest way to pleasure. And this, openly offering my body to the best man I've met, feels pretty pleasant right now.
This position has the added advantage of being the best on a beach, because it's the only one where I can have any hope of not having to pick grains of sand out of my various crevices for weeks after.
Jax'zan comes up behind me and pushes my knees even wider. There's no reason to wait, and he realizes that as well as I do. He slides the head of his alien cock up and down my slit to wet it, and then he places it at my entrance and grabs hold of my hips. I moan in expectation, and then he pulls me onto him in a way that's so possessive and sexy I whimper happily as I feel his cock spear my sex.
Again he gives my body time to adjust to his size, and when he pushes himself into me, he again stops short of bottoming out. I moan loudly, because now I know what his cock is like and I know that he's a great lover. And I know that I'll come hard on his cock. Very soon.
He starts fucking me, and in this position his various ridges and bulbs massage my insides differently. Just as good at the first time, though, except my clit is left alone because-
“Ohmigod!” I don't know how he does it, but he's definitely caressing my clit now. And at the same time he's holding on to both my hips. My brain can't process it and I just accept it because everything he's doing is merging to the most sensational feeling, building up a white-hot spike of arousal that I know will end in spectacle. The sand feels soft on my knees and the smells and sounds of the jungle around us are so primitive that I feel like I've been transported backward in time, to a simpler age where there don't have to be any games, just sex for its own sake. And Jax'zan does it so insanely well ...
He thrusts calmly into me, fucking me like there's only the two of us in the world, stimulating all the parts of me that make me feel good. I lay my head down on my arms in front of me and just enjoy. He's got this. Totally.
I can't last long with this going on. I couldn't hold back if I wanted to – he's downright forcing the orgasm from me in such a natural relaxed way that it blows my mind. How did I ever get this lucky?
I see no reason to hold back, so when the wave washes over me I just scream out my delirious pleasure and hear the wet slapping as he increases his speed until each thrust into me feels like just a single continuous fucking.
He keeps it going for a long time and I don't really come down from the heights until he slows and I'm all hoarse from the screaming and whimpering. He pulls himself out of me and I collapse onto the sand.
“I know I've said it before,” I say breathlessly, knowing he can't understand, “but you're crazy. In the best way I can imagine.”
He kneels beside me as I regain control over my mind and body. I suddenly have a realization. I look up at his crotch. “Oh yes, of course. It would have to be something like that.”
Because of course he has two cocks. One thick one with all the ridges and things, and one thinner and shorter one that looks perfectly placed and shaped to hit my clit in the doggy position.
I take around both of them. They're different sizes, but the same hardness. And it doesn't look too weird now that I know what he can do with them. Just ... obvious. Why can't all men be like this?
“I'll never want to leave this planet,” I sigh. And at that moment, I mean it.
19
- Sophia -
We eat something and then keep walking. I'm grateful for this little break. For one whole hour, probably longer, I've not thought about being stranded. At all. And even now, when my brain is back to normal and I probably should worry a lot, it feels different from before. This planet has idyllic and pretty harmless places like that waterfall. And it has caveman warriors like Jax'zan, with a body that's so perfect that if I had been asked to design my ideal man, that's pretty much what he would be like.
I long to hold his hand as we walk through the jungle, but that could impede him if we were to come across a danger. But once in a while he stops, looks around, takes three steps to be beside me and then kisses me and caresses me so passionately I swoon. It's like he can't keep his hands off me, for real, and I haven't had that happen to me that often before. And certainly not with a man like this.
We walk silently for another hour or two. I'm starting to hope that maybe this won't be so bad. We have seen all kind
s of small animals and birds and insects, but the dinosaurs don't seem to be too active in this area.
Then Jax'zan slows down and looks around more than before, and I feel my heart rate pick up. He's expecting something.
I whirl around as I see movement among the trees. Fast movement, just shadows. Before I can even yelp, Jax'zan is beside me and his sword is in his hand. And I see what's coming. They're dinosaurs.
They look a little like kangaroos, with huge legs and tiny forelimbs. They're a dirty gray, but they have gigantic orange mohawks on their heads and they run extremely fast on their hind legs. Oh, and there's a whole pack of them. And they're the size of rhinos. And they're coming right for us with open gapes that have many sets of square teeth, one behind the other.
I instinctively crouch down, probably because my knees go weak at the sight of the danger coming our way so quietly. They don't make a sound, just come bounding towards us in a straight line. The ground shakes with each of their steps.
My gun won't do much against those things, but I clench it in my hand and look up just as the first dinosaur comes close enough to attack. It look like just a huge mouth coming towards us, and there's a metallic clang as Jax'zan's sword hits the first one, then another and then a much wetter, meatier thud as he swings the blade into the throat of the nearest attacker. It immediately collapses to the ground and creates a large barrier that it's hard for the other ones to pass. They have to go around it to get to us, and it buys Jax'zan time to chop large gouges in two of them while they're still confused. I notice that their heads are all mouth and eyes and teeth so that there seems to be no room for a brain. Confusing them is probably pretty easy.
The wounded ones limp away, still making no sound. But we're not done. The dinos are now attacking from three sides, and I don't know what to do. I don't want to be in Jax'zan's way, but I also don't want to be further away from him than, say, two inches.
He solves the dilemma by pulling me close and then pushing me down on the ground so I'm lying there, curled up. I clench my eyes shut. There's nothing I can do to help him now, and he's the expert.
I hear a mighty warrior's roar, then clangs and thuds and a sound like from thick fabric being ripped end to end. I have a vague impression that Jax'zan is spinning in place, but I don't look up to confirm it.
Then I hear a noise like from a helicopter, chop-chop-chop, it rains cold blood and slivers of meat and then everything is quiet.
Jax'zan takes my arm and pulls me gently to my feet. “Victory,” he says, and his teeth shine white in a face that's so red with dark blood I yelp again.
The dinosaurs that didn't have the sense to run away are lying around us, and Jax'zan's sword is dripping with their blood. “Stupid Bigs,” he says and wipes it with a leaf. “Fast, but think slow. And never learn. The spinning blade always works.”
I'm all shaky and I'm glad my finger isn't on the gun's trigger, or I would probably have shot the ground many times. But Jax'zan doesn't seem too concerned about what just happened. I guess I shouldn't be surprised about that – this is his planet, and I'm sure all the warriors in his tribe learn how to deal with the different monsters at an early age.
I look down myself. My shirt is splattered with dinosaur blood and I can only assume that my face looks like I'm a vampire who's been feasting a little too hard. “Not your first one?”
He juts his chin out. “Not my first.” Then he comes over and takes me into his arms, hugging me tight.
It's the first time he's done anything like that, just comforting me after something bad, and it feels like a completely natural thing. It's not something he does a lot, but I think it just feels right to him now. I totally melt into his arms. I needed to see this human part of him. He's not that alien after all. I've known guys I understood less than I understand this simple man whom I suspect has hidden depths in addition to his other talents.
“Zophia not afraid. Jax'zan protects.”
I bury my face in his warm, hairy, stripy chest. “I know. You're a great warrior. Even a bunch of charging dinosaurs can't scare you.”
He considers this. “Can scare. Must fight right anyway. Difference between warrior and boy is that warrior fights right even when afraid.”
I sniff. His constant protection is making me emotional. “And difference between warrior and Sophia is that Sophia is useless.”
He holds me out from him and lifts my face with a gentle finger under my chin. “Zophia most valuable wonder on Xren. Worth a thousand warriors.”
For the first time in my life I just stand there and drown in someone's eyes. His are alien and red and luminous like glowing coal, and I can't look away. Yeah, I've totally fallen for this jurassic alien. And I'm going to assume that he's fallen for me too, at least a little. What he just said wasn't some rehearsed line; that was a genuine feeling straight from his heart.
We stand there for a good while, and then he looks down me critically. “Zophia needs new garments.”
My shirt isn't just splattered by blood, it's also ripped by rekh teeth and dirty from all kinds of things I've been through. “You know, I think I do?”
He bends down and uses his sword to delicately cut pieces from the dead dinosaurs. I watch in fascination. He's controlling that huge sword like it's a surgical instrument. When he's done, he's got a good amount of their tough skin in his hands. It's still bloody and greasy, but I can only assume that he has a plan with it. He wraps the skins in large leaves, puts them in his bag and then we continue walking.
I feel that he's being more guarded now. He looks around even more and seems to be on a hair trigger. I'm not going to ask why. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to like the answer.
But we walk all day and when the sun is getting close to the horizon I'm pretty much done. Even so, I've been walking in difficult terrain in the heat all day, and I haven't collapsed. I'm being forced into better shape, and that's probably a good idea if I'm going to live for a long time on this alien planet. That seems more and more probable.
Jax'zan stops and erects the little tent right beside a cliff of black rock that sticks up out of the ground. I see why – if we're attacked, we'll only have three sides to worry about, not four.
We eat the rest of the food from that morning, and then Jax'zan lights a fire with some special tools that he has. It looks like two metal bars that produce sparks when he strikes them together, and then the sparks fall onto some dry fabric he has with him and produces flames. It looks so easy, and I make sure to watch exactly how he does it. It would be nice if I could start pulling my own weight a little here.
When the fire is burning, he takes his sword and scrapes the dinosaur skins, removing the fats and the meat and blood. Then he makes three sturdy frames and stretches the dinosaur skins onto them and place them around the fire.
“They will dry out,” he says, satisfied.
“And the way you positioned them, the skins will make the fire hard to see for anyone else in these woods.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Zophia understands many things. Yes, best to not be seen at night.”
There's not much else to do, so I sit down beside him and lean into him while he sharpens his sword.
I stare into the fire and feel the tiredness wash over me. “Jax'zan, what's your village like?”
“Respected tribe,” he says. “Strong warriors, good and productive Lifegivers. Water. Food. Safety. Zophia safer in village than in jungle.”
I nod, then jut my chin out like he does when he wants to confirm something. “What's Lifegivers?”
“Warriors born from Lifegivers. Important part of village. Secure the future, create warriors.”
“Ah. They're the women? And you call them Lifegivers. It's a nice name.”
He frowns at me. “Not women. Lifegivers. Different.”
I don't get it, but at the moment I'm not going to enquire too closely. Probably Lifegivers are women who have given birth and are honored with that title. Mothers, in other words. And my t
ranslator doesn't quite get it. That's fine.
I lean my head on his shoulder. “You don't happen to have spaceships, do you?”
He doesn't answer, just shrugs. Probably the translator isn't quite up to this conversation. Better keep it simple.
“Do you have a wife or something? A fiancee, something like that? A girlfriend?”
“Yes,” he says, and even the translator I've made should be able to get that right.
My heart sinks in my chest. Of course a man as great as this one has to be spoken for. I've let my fantasy run unchecked. And when we come to the village ...
“Will she try to kill me? I mean, we have had sex a couple of times by now ...”
“No one kill Zophia. Jax'zan protect.”
“Yeah, but I mean, if you have a wife, maybe she won't like the things we've done.”
“Jax'zan not married. No Rexvi warrior married.”
“Ah. But there's a girlfriend in the picture?”
“Yes. Jax'zan very fortunate. Respected by tribe. Zopia will be respected, too.”
“Uh-huh. Probably not by your girlfriend.”
He looks down at me and gives me a facial expression so alien I have no idea what it means.
I suddenly feel cold. The future doesn't look too good after all. I'll be coming to his village as a total outsider. A stranger. With no skills that they can probably use, but with a bunch of friends who are equally helpless here. And I will probably have a serious enemy in Jax'zan's girlfriend. I'd feel better if there were more of us, if I didn't have to face that situation alone.
I feel the gun in my pocket. I don't know how they'll react to me. They might be very different from Jax'zan. I mean, he looks like he might be in his mid-twenties. How much pull does he have in his tribe? He's probably not a very senior member. If someone else decides that I should be imprisoned or killed or something, he might be outvoted.
Well, it's not like I have a choice. The girls and I need help. I'm sure we'll be valuable members of their tribe in time. The first months will be tough.