Caveman Alien’s Enemy (Caverman Aliens Book 10)

by Calista Skye

  Earlier today I decided to do it. But I didn’t, even when she disrespected me with her snowball and gave me the perfect opportunity. Still, my blood didn’t boil. The desire to kill her never materialized.

  Perhaps the time was wrong. Perhaps this time is better.

  There Mia lies. Small and vulnerable.

  I can do whatever I want with her.

  I can do it right now.

  My crotch swells more.

  18

  - Mia -

  He just stands there for a long time while I pretend to be asleep. He stares at me from right outside the cave, those luminous eyes filling my consciousness even if my eyes are closed.

  Then he comes closer, not making a sound. Only his large shadow moves.

  My breath is fast and shallow. He can do what he wants to me. I have no defense against him. He is an apex predator, huge and impossibly strong and with powers that I can only guess at.

  Perhaps, he senses that I will leave tomorrow. This might be his last chance to make up his mind about me. I think he has been very conflicted.

  He comes into the cave with quiet steps.

  I hold my breath. What do I do if he attacks? What can I do?

  The instinct to play dead is very strong. Or rather, to play asleep. To be harmless, completely non-threatening. Shit, I should have left today, not waited for tomorrow.

  Three seconds go by, and I mentally prepare to resist.

  Then the dragon-man calmly lies down close behind me and puts a huge arm around me, but without touching. He’s just protecting.

  And like magic, all my worry turns to excitement.

  I pretend to wake up. “Kyandros?”

  “I am here,” he says into my ear, his smooth bass sending hard tingles to my girly parts.

  I take his arm and pull it closer to me. “I’m glad you’re back.”

  “So am I. I found your village.”

  I squirm to turn around under his arm. His face is very close to mine.

  “You found it?”

  “Impossible to miss. It’s the only tribe with hatchlings. Babies, as an expert on the topic told me they’re called. Could hear them from miles away.”

  Of course, this could mean many things. “Did you… are they still… alive?”

  “I didn’t go any closer, but I imagine dead babies would not be able to make those noises. I did observe some adults, too. Alive, I suppose I should add, since there appears to be some confusion about my intentions there.”

  “Will you show me where it is?”

  “If you want.”

  My excitement rises and is mixed with a good amount of joy. “Will you go there with me?”

  He doesn’t reply, just stares at me as if it’s the first time he sees me.

  I put one hand on his arm.

  His muscles twitch underneath the alien skin.

  I let my hand run up and down the arm, noting that there are no dragon scales there. Only when my hand slips down onto his back are there some non-human ridges and edges under the silky surface, apart from the long, hard spikes. He’s warm and smooth, bulging with impossible strength, and his exotic scent makes my head spin. It must have some kind of mind-altering substance in it. Or maybe it’s just him. He is so alien and so dangerous. And I am so close to him...

  Something hard pokes my stomach, and I don’t need to look to see what it is.

  I look into his yellow lights. “Can you… you know. Make love? To a woman? Or just dragons?”

  “I can mate with any sentient female of a configuration similar to my own.”

  I swallow in a dry throat. “Like me?”

  He puts one hand behind my head and pulls me to him, then kisses me so tenderly I’m pretty sure I black out for a second.

  “Like you.”

  I snake my hand down between us and lightly touch his alien rod. “I am a virgin.”

  A little smirk plays on his lips. “I know that. After this, you won’t be. Does that bother you?”

  “No. Will it bother you?”

  “That you’re no longer a virgin? It only means that no town or tribe can gain my favor by chaining you to a rock and offering you to me.”

  I frown. “Seriously? Those things actually happen?”

  He strokes my arm with the back of one clawed finger. It raises goosebumps. “Sometimes.”

  “And what do you do with those virgins?”

  “Depends on my mood. I have never deflowered any lesser… I mean, any other sentient being. I have only ever mated with dragons. Anything else seemed beneath me.”

  “And now it doesn’t?”

  His finger runs down my arm onto my hip. “And now it doesn’t.”

  I open my hand and clumsily grab his alien cock, arrogantly standing proud from his crotch with complete disregard for the loincloth.

  It’s as hard as a steel wing spar. Clad in satin. Of course, no wing spar has ever throbbed like this. It would never pass final technical checkout.

  It is also weird in ways that I have no background for actually judging. Maybe all guys have these protrusions and ribbed sections and thicker portions and I don’t even know what else. I’ve never seen this in porn, but they do say that porn is not realistic and sets impossible standards for normal people. Still, I think this thick spar I’m holding is as alien as the rest of this dragonman.

  “Will it hurt me?” My voice is small.

  “If you’re a virgin, then it will likely hurt a little. But no harm will come to you.” His finger slides down from my dress and strokes bare skin on my thigh.

  I gasp at his gentle, warm touch that leaves goosebumps in its wake. I shake off the not-sheep skin. It’s just in the way now.

  I put a hand behind his head, running it through the thick, wild hair. “Remember that I am not a dragon.”

  A yellow flash. “I could never forget what you are.”

  I adjust my position so I can reach further, letting the hand slide down from his head until it encounters the first spike that stands out of his spine. It’s as hard as a steel blade, and I refrain from testing just how pointy it is. I think it might result in bleeding. And not for him.

  The spikes grow shorter on the way down his back until the last one is just a small nub that’s covered by skin. His back is hard and smooth, the muscles powerful and flexing like those of a tiger. Except probably bigger, considering the speed Kyandros can achieve when he runs. He’s so alien, and it turns me on more than I thought anything could. The cavemen are cool enough. They’re attractive in their way. But this guy here is ice cold, fiery hot, and totally wild. A ramjet engine with the afterburner engaged, shooting long, blue flames as brutally powerful as a fucking rocket.

  “In your dragon form you can blow fire, right?”

  He lifts one eyebrow. “Right.”

  “Is your flame blue?”

  “Very, very blue.”

  I tense up as all the excitement in my mind finally ends up at my pussy and forces out a whimper. “I knew it.”

  His hand slowly runs up my side and ends up cupping a breast.

  I look into those flames that he has for eyes. “Take me now.”

  He leans in and kisses me. “I don’t think there’s a way around that.”

  I impatiently shrug my dress off my shoulders and clumsily pull it down. I don’t want this filthy rag between me and him. Not anymore.

  His hands are all over me, and mine are all over him while we kiss and lick and savor the others’ alienness. He’s tender, but at the same time there’s an urgency to his moves. I can sense him holding back – he wants to ravage, to take, to own. I am tempted to tell him to do just that.

  But no – the fantasy is good, but this is uncharted territory for me, in so many ways I decide to not think more about it. It’s my first time. That’s all I need to be conscious about.

  My first time. And with a dragon. Yeah, there is anxiety as well as horniness.

  “Even a dragon can be gentle,” he growls into my thoughts. �
��Restraint has its own rewards.”

  His large hand is cupping my naked breast, squeezing it and creating hot little arrows of excitement that shoot much further down with news of something nice going on.

  I let out a moan, wanting to both encourage him and to make him remember that it is sensitive flesh he’s kneading.

  But of course, he already knows that. Because he’s expertly touching every part that needs to be touched, stroking every little spot that wants to be stroked.

  Delicious tingles make me curl up, and Kyandros readjusts us both with his strong hands, placing me on my back and himself beside me so he can roam freely over my front.

  I glance down at his manhood, rubbing it against my side, hard and so very ready.

  I am just as ready, I’m pretty sure. But I’m happy he’s taking this much care to be sure that I am prepared, too.

  He lies on top of me, but holds most of his weight with his arms and legs while he kisses me once more.

  My eyes fly open. There is definitely something happening to his tongue. It’s like I’m necking two guys at the same time. Does he have two of them?

  “Forked,” he rumbles as if he knows what I’m thinking. “I think you might like it.”

  He licks my upper and lower lip at the same time.

  My legs spread themselves a little in response. Yeah, I think I like it, too.

  He starts working his way down my body, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down me. He sets off ever more happy downward arrows, arrows that increase in their sweetness the lower he gets.

  He licks each of my nipples and then gives each one a small bite, just to remind me that he could be much rougher than this.

  “Yeah,” I moan, not sure what exactly I mean. “That’s it.”

  He continues down, hitting every pleasurable spot I have on the way, making me tingle and shake and moan and whimper in need.

  He crosses my stomach with little points of heat, then inches ever slower down to right above the main event. He starts licking the skin here, and I am suddenly conscious of the fact that there hasn’t been a lot of running water in that area for a while. But I can only hope that the melted snow I’ve used has worked okay.

  He licks down the sensitive skin right beside the slit, and I buck uncontrollably in surprise and delight.

  Another lap down and up the other side.

  A pause.

  And then a hot, very tongue-filled kiss that takes in my whole pussy in a firework display of surprise, joy, and light as the two parts of his tongue twirl and twist and stroke and tease my needy sex.

  I whimper in female need and delight. Yeah, definitely a forked tongue down there. Nothing else could feel like two long, muscled tentacles playing my girly parts like a Stradivarius.

  In a flash I think “God, he’s ruining me for normal guys”, but right now I really don’t care. There are no normal guys here, just him. And I really want him now, before I come from that intensely alien tongue.

  “Now,” I gasp. “Now!”

  I hope he gets it. I’m maybe not at my most articulate right now.

  Kyandros gets up onto his knees. In the flickering light, he throws a huge shadow on the wall of the cave, with his cock throwing one of its own.

  I spread my legs in invitation.

  “Slowly,” the dragon growls. “You are a very small thing to mate with.”

  He places the tip of his silvery, alien rod at my entrance, slowly sliding it up and down with noises so scandalously squelchy that I should hide my face in shame. But no, I’m not ashamed of this. I’m horny. It’s about time.

  He pushes in a fraction, and I tense up.

  He senses it and lays himself above me again, looking at my face from close by. “You can relax. No harm will come to you.”

  His voice is like spicy oil in my ears — the heat from it spreads all over me and my body goes almost liquid in response. He’s in total control, I’m just along for the ride, and that’s the way I want it.

  He pushes a little more into me, and there is a slight burn that disappears as soon as I sense it. Then he pulls out again and once more rubs my slit up and down, making me jerk each time his cock touches my clit.

  He’s at my entrance again, and this time he’s going all the way.

  I open my eyes and drown in his yellow searchlights, held still by his piercing gaze at the same time as he’s piercing my sex.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  He thrusts into me, slowly and deliberately, making me feel each thousandth of an inch. The burn is back for a moment, but then his cock seems to adjust and it slides in until his heat is filling me all the way.

  I’ve lost control of the sounds I make, but I seriously don’t care. A dragon if fucking me.

  My breath catches in my throat.

  A dragon.

  Is fucking me.

  I almost come when the reality of it sinks in.

  Or is it that Kyandros’s cock seems to be pulsating? He can’t be coming yet, can he?

  I’m no great expert on when guys are coming, but the way he looks at me I would assume he’s not.

  “Wait,” he rumbles, calming me. “Just feel it.”

  Damn. He’s still inside me, all the way. And yet it feels as if he’s moving in and out?

  What the hell is going on with his cock?

  It fills me up, completely, stretching my sex on the inside and making me adjust to him. And at the same time he is definitely fucking me. He’s thrusting in and at the same time filling me.

  Well, maybe this is how sex feels. It’s cool.

  It is actually much more than cool. It’s sensational.

  I feel the first little tingles of an orgasm get ready.

  And then he starts fucking me.

  He withdraws, then calmly thrusts into me, taking possession of me in a way that’s so confident and right that I think I’m starting to scream from the pure perfection of this.

  The noises from my pussy are beyond wet as he fucks me, and I reach up to hold him closer. The climax is about to start, and it just needs another—

  “Aaaaahhhh yeahhhhh!”

  Kyandros rubs against my clit while he fucks me, and that was all I needed. The ecstasy rolls through me, strengthened by each thrust inside and each time he withdraws and each little touch of my clit until I’m trembling and jerking in wordless bliss. Only the most primal of noises pass my lips as I let myself be washed away, going with the intense flow that I can’t stop anyway.

  I have no idea how long it goes on. A long time, I think. But still I don’t want it to stop. And of course, I’m not in charge of this. Kyandros is.

  He fucks me harder and faster, as if he senses that now I can take just about anything. He stiffens on top of me, his movements get less regular, and then I feel his hot breath on my throat as if he means to bite my throat out. At this point, I don’t even care.

  He grunts and growls as he sprays my insides with his seed, and the sensation of a dragon coming inside my pussy sends me on another orgasmic orbit.

  He slowly winds down the fucking, goes shallower and slower until he’s just filling me up, motionless, letting me come down in a way that’s so pleasant I hardly even feel disappointed that it’s almost over.

  For a while I just lie there, panting, resting my eyes of the fire. Then I look up at the dragon.

  “You’re incredible.”

  He considers this very seriously. Then he gives me a little smirk. “Yes.”

  He readjusts us again until he’s spooning me, holding me loosely and burying his nose in my hair.

  I lie awake for a little while.

  Then I tense up. Am I still really so horny that my juices are downright running?

  I listen for a minute, then lie my head back down on Kyandros’ thick arm. No, that’s just the snow melting and running away from the cave opening in little streams.

  The dragon shifts behind me. “It’s getting warmer.”

  I thrust my butt into his crotch, just to b
e closer. “I know.”

  19

  - Mia -

  The next morning the wall of snow is only half the size it was yesterday. The ground in front of the cave is still dry, because the water seems to run towards the jungle. The trees drop their immense loads of snow with loud, wet thuds, and now the woods look a little more like it used to. The snow is still on the ground, but the air’s heated up so much that I think it must all be gone in just another day and night. It’s nowhere near the old tropical jungle temperature, but well above the freezing point.

  The fire has burned out, and Kyandros is sitting by the cave, doing something that at first I can’t identify.

  I yawn and stretch. “So much less snow today.”

  “Turning to water,” the dragon says and concentrates on his work. “And lots of it.”

  I discreetly slip behind his back. “It’s going to be just about impossible to walk in that snow,” I observe, although now the watery noises from all over are camouflaging my own sounds just fine. “I mean, I don’t know about you. But I’ll sink into it until it covers me completely.”

  “Probably better to stay here today.”

  I use the leaves again, noting that I need a new supply pretty soon. “Probably,” I say, standing back up. “What are you doing there?”

  “You left some thread,” he says without looking up. “I took it. It’s what dragons do.”

  “It’s fine,” I assure him. “I was done with it. Made a coat and some better shoes.”

  Now I understand what he’s doing. He’s got a bunch of dactyl teeth, and he’s threading them onto a thread.

  “Making a necklace?”

  “Something like that.” He’s concentrating like a five-year-old, his big hands clumsy with the thin thread and the sharp dactyl teeth. His tongue is half sticking out between his teeth. Yeah, that thing is forked and probably pretty long.

  I don’t know if I should be turned on or just charmed to pieces by his childlike way of working, so I end up with both. He’s so definitely not a child.