- Emilia -

I take Alice up to the salen trees again. I decided that the gray ghost needed a name, and I think she's wonderful, so my reasoning is that she probably comes from Wonderland. So Alice it is. I know it's totally weird and childish, but it works for me.

I set her down and point up at the tree. “Alice get salen fruit for Emmy?”

She gets it right away and flies up the trunk, using her many arms and claws to make her seem weightless. Then she happily picks the yellow fruits, using her claws to cut them off. And then she's back down with her arms full of them.

The salen fruits are about the size of mangoes and the flavor is indescribably delicious. As far as I can tell, there are still many more fruits up there in that one tree. And there are seven more to harvest from.

If we're able to plant an orchard of these trees, then they will provide the tribe with a lot of nutrition and energy. Because they obviously have a high sugar content, and that is a rarity on this planet.

It won't save these guys on its own, but it's a start. And with more energy, they might improve in other ways, too.

I look over my shoulder, where Ar'ox is keeping close. My heart does a little somersault in my chest when I look at him.

I knew he was great. But I wasn't sure how he would deal with the Alice situation. Sure he was shocked when he saw her hanging off me, but then he changed and even laughed his ass off at the whole thing. He showed me that he has all the strength I've ever seen in any man, and that he's able to change his mind about important things when he sees the truth. It touched me and did something with my soul, thawed a piece of it that I hadn't even known was frozen.

I put the salen fruits into a basket we've brought from Ar'ox's cave, and then we wave the other tribesmen closer. Ar'ox slices each fruit into four pieces with a sharp knife, and then he removes the seed as I have instructed him. Then he gives each of his friends a piece of the fruit, cracking a joke with each one. Soon he's deep in conversation with them all as they taste it and realize what an awesome clump of trees they've had growing right in their own village.

We leave the basket with the sliced fruits there for them to enjoy, and then we walk home to his cave. I don't know what to do about Alice, but I'm not sure she can live with us. She probably won't even like it.

I plop down inside Ar'ox's cave and he gives me water. I try to give Alice a sip, but she's not interested. Instead she bounces once to the cave's entrance, and then she bounces once more and is gone. But I have a strong feeling she'll be back.

Ar'ox sits down next to me and I lean into him. “Emilia Ar'ox's mate,” I say and look at him.

He smiles, and it lights up his usually so serious face. “Toh.”

“But still not mated.”

He frowns. “Ar'ox worship Emilia many times.”

“Yes. Indeed. Ar'ox remarkable. But not mated.” My girly bits are tingling like never before. Today I will have caveman inside me.

He scratches his head in wordless puzzlement.

I kiss his lips lightly, get to my feet and close the wooden door in the white house that's really the cave's opening. Then I light the dinosaur oil lamp, and the atmosphere in the cave changes immediately and becomes just as seductive as I want it, exactly the way a bachelor cave should be. “I'll show you.”

I pull my dress over my head and feel the cool air of the cave on my skin. My nipples harden immediately, and I reach over to impatiently pull Ar'ox's kilt off him. His cock is in the process of stiffening, and I grab it in one hand to feel how it just grows and hardens in preparation for our mating. It's one of my favorite things to do, and it always turns me the hell on to feel a warm cock getting ready to fuck me. Not that it's necessary to turn me on any more right now. I'm totally slick and my pussy longs for something inside it.

The fire sends a warm, flickering light over him, and he looks so exotic and primal and handsome that my heart misses a beat.

He's still sitting down, and I go down on my knees to kiss the tip of his manhood as it very quickly grows to full hardness and length and girth, with all its exotic and exciting features. I take the whole rod into my mouth and feel the ridges and bumps with my tongue, wetting it down as much as I can. I'm as wet as the hot springs outside the village, but the size of this thing both worries and excites me.

I let go of it and place myself so that I can sit in his lap, gently placing a hand on his chest so he leans back a little and supports himself on the wall behind him.

I kiss him again, and he responds enthusiastically. I'm grateful that he allows me to control this – some guys I've known would have been eager to take over control, even if they didn't know what they were doing.

I reach behind and under me and find his pulsating rod with my hand, then rub the tip of it along my slit to lubricate it further.

He looks at me with wide open eyes, glassy with expectation. But I'm sure I look just like that, too.

I place the smooth tip of his cock at my entrance and lower myself a fraction.

Yep, that's big. The head slides in smoothly enough, but there's a slight burn as my pussy has to adjust to the intruder and stretch more than ever.

I stop and just breathe for a few heartbeats, then lower myself a little bit more. This is the narrowest part of my tunnel, and I'd rather take it slow. It doesn't hurt, but I can feel how my insides accommodate the hard rod. Then there's a wet little pop, and I gasp as he slides all the way in.

He has a delirious smile on his face. “Mate,” he says with a voice so hoarse I'm sure he's never been this turned on.

Well, that makes two of us. I can feel his whole cock inside me now, and it fills me up so much it's just at the limit of what I can take. And somehow that makes it that much better.

I raise myself back up, and now I can feel all the various bulbs and raised rings and nubs working their magic inside me. They reach and stimulate all the most sensitive parts in there, sending all kinds of delightful tingles and sparks through my whole pelvis and into my stomach.

I lower myself again, faster, and the eyes roll back in my head as his miraculous cock penetrates me in the most perfect way, sending a rain of hot sparks to my clit. It's itching to be touched, but this is not just for me – this is for him, too.

He bottoms out in me again and I put my arms around his thick neck, setting up a slow rhythm, fucking myself on his cock, just enjoying the experience and feeling pretty damn fulfilled. There are wet squelching noises from my pussy as the juices get squeezed out with each stroke, and I can feel the smell of my own arousal on the air.

He places his strong hands under my ass and helps me go up and down. “Yeah,” I moan, “like that ...”

He takes the weight off my muscles and lets me just enjoy the ride. Which is fine with me, because I've waited for this for days, and now that it's happening, it's better than I'd hoped. That manhood of his was clearly made to measure just for me, and I could do this for a long time, just being fucked so well by this unbelievably great caveman.

Then I buck uncontrollably as I feel tiny vibrations at my opening, and I know that he just brought his second cock into play. Nope, I couldn't do this for a long time after all. Because with that thing, he can toss me over the edge whenever he wants.

I hang on to his neck and shoulders and groan and whimper into his ear. I may be on top, but he's in control now, and that's exactly as it should be. It's a wild ride, and I want to give up control and just be fucked silly.

He does just that. I don't know how – does he interpret my moans or can he somehow 'read' the movements in my pussy or what? But everything he does is something that I didn't even knew I wanted, but which then turns out to release a new and even more fantastic sensation in my sex.

Now he's increased the speed, and the vibrations are spreading all through my pussy, except my clit. That frustration is a source of joy all on its own, because I'm pretty sure that any time now-

“Oh yeaaaaaaaaaaah!” I scream as he places the tip of his vibrating cock directly on my clit and I buck like a colt as my orgasm is ignited and I just lose myself in being fucked, becoming all female and all sex.

I just cling to him, and I'm vaguely aware that he's still fucking me fast and deep. I can't keep track of what's happening, but I know I'm climaxing in a way I haven't experienced before and that I'm screaming out my ecstasy without any inhibitions. I want him to know how he's making me feel, that he's fucking me like no one else have ever come close to.

Then I feel his grunting into my ear, louder and louder, and my climax reaches another high as I realize that he's about to come inside me. His movements go jerky and I can feel how his cock swells in me and gets even harder, impossibly, and then I look into his eyes where the fire is close to blinding me, he roars his triumph and his hot juice sprays down my very center in hard spurts that seem like they'll never end.

It takes me a long time to come down and ride out the aftershocks. He rearranges me and places my head on his chest and his arms around me, holding me like he has no intention of letting me go, ever.

“Emilia,” he says, still breathing heavy. “I like mating.”

“Yeah,” I sigh. “Me too.”

Then I slide up on his chest so I can look into his fiery, alien eyes. “I love you.”

I say it in English, which works the best for me. But I want him to know it, too. “Kra tun kateh.”

I've heard it several times before, because Sophia keeps telling Jax'zan that.

Ar'ox's eyes widen, and then he smiles. Stars, he has a good smile. It takes all of the hardness out of it and lets me see what he must have looked like as a kid. Except for the fangs, maybe.

“Kra tun kateh,” he says, squeezing me so hard I can't breathe until he loosens his grip.

He's done so much for me. He accepted Alice pretty quickly, even though he's always been told the gray ghosts are deadly. He accepted eating the salen fruits, even though they're sacred to his tribe. He accepts me so fully I don't even know how he does it. He's incredible.

I just lie on his chest and bask in the afterglow. We don't have to talk. We've said the most important thing.

- - -

Soon after, Ar'ox chest goes slowly up and down, and he's clearly fallen asleep.

“I love you,” I repeat.

I've never said anything more true in my life. I totally love this caveman alien with a passion that I have only observed from a distance before. But now I understand what Sophia feels for her caveman.

Because of Ar'ox, the future now doesn't just seem to me to be a gray mist full of fear and monsters and failure and hopelessness.

I still really, really want to go back home to Earth, with a longing that takes my breath away. But if, just if, it doesn't happen, then maybe I can just about make it here. Maybe, just maybe, this tribe will let the other girls and Jax'zan come here, too. I'm sure they're alive. I can feel it. That bobont stampede didn't kill them. And anyway, my mind recoils when any other thought tries to sneak in. I will never accept that they might be gone. Never.

I will search for the girls. For as long as it takes. I will find them. Then we will live here and help the cavemen get their tribe up and running for real. It's a fixer-upper kind of tribe, but now I think that's the best kind we could find. It'll be easier for us to show our value to them than if they were super successful already.

We'll be safe in a large tribe. We won't have to always feel that our gruesome deaths are just a second away. We can sleep easier, we don't have to flinch at the slightest little bird tweet outside the cave or the tiniest movement of a shadow. We can live again.

I know what that's like now, and I want it for all the other girls. I want them safe.

And once we're safe, we'll have time to help these cave dudes improve. We'll introduce farming, maybe find some dinos that accept being kept as livestock. We'll make pots. We'll think of other ways to develop their society and to make decent lives for ourselves.

With this tribe.

With Ar'ox.

He saved my life multiple times. But now I feel that maybe the best thing he's done for me was to give me hope.

And he didn't even know he was doing it. He was just being his amazing self.

I nuzzle his hard, massive chest, which is now very slick with my happy and grateful tears.

“I love you,” I say again.

He can't hear me. But it just feels good to say it.