- Aurora -

A shadow comes bouncing out of the jungle at immense speed and is upon him in the same second. If it were anybody else, they would have been killed right there, but Trak'zor jumps to the side and the attacker is hindered by its own speed. It frantically tries to stop before it hits the water, sharp claws scraping on hard rock and sending a spray of gravel into the lake.

For a split second the creature is standing still. It's a splotched brown and about the size of a horse, so quite tiny by the standards of this planet. But it weighs up for that by being a total chaos of muscle and fangs and claws and jagged edges.

That's all I can tell before it gives off a horrific screech as it charges Trak'zor again, and I'm sure he's dead. Because this thing has claws as long and thin as my arrows, totally oversized for this predator.

I squeal and my hands fly to my eyes. I don't want to watch this.

I hear grunts and clangs and screeching, as well as a terrible creaking that I realize is the sound of claws gouging tracks into solid rock.

Then there's a heavy thud, followed by a deafening silence.

I peek through the spaces between my fingers, fully expecting Trak'zor to lie dead on the beach and his nightmarish attacker to be eyeing me with a hungry look in its eyes, if it has them.

But it's the predator that's lying on the beach while a pool of black blood seeps into the gravel under it. Only now do I get a better look at it. Even in death it's terrible, with spikes and claws everywhere. It has a huge mouth with an immense lower jaw just bristling with teeth. It has two legs to run on and four arms that all end in horrific, serrated talons. I can't identify any eyes. But this thing sure gives the Alien monster a run for its money.

Trak'zor is busy trying to get the 'bridge' back to his side, because it has slowly floated away from the shore.

I run over to my side of it and use my trembling legs to push the other end of it back to him.

Then he lifts it onto his side of the beach, runs across and then quickly drags it back to our side.

I run over and embrace him, feeling his strong body and his heat and his scent.

“You kill Big,” I gush. “Much terrible Big!”

He squeezes me hard and smells my hair. And of course, that makes me self-conscious, because that hair hasn't seen a bottle of Pantene for months. Yeah, I'm weird.

“That's not a Big,” he says, amused. “That's a Small. We call it the brak. They're rare to see. It's considered good luck to meet one.” He frowns over at the dead predator and scratches his chin. “If you survive the meeting.”

“You kick bridge into water for protect Aurora,” I say into his chest. “If you not survive, brak not can reach.”

He squeezes me again. “Aurora is becoming important for the island.”

I look up at his luminous eyes, sniffling a little. Again the escaped danger is making me easy prey for all kinds of emotions.

“You help cut trees, Aurora much lazy and watch only. You then protect against terrible Small, not think of own safety. You much wonderful, more wonderful than island. And if think brak bring luck, is right. You going to get much lucky tonight. Much.”

He grabs my shoulders and holds me out from him with the sexiest smirk ever playing on his lips. “Much lucky? Are you going to show me another secret woman thing?”

Tingles shoot to my crotch at the thought. “Maybe. Maybe I show secret thing. If feed first.”

I swear his eyes glaze over while I'm staring into them, and when I check with one hand he's going hard again. For a second I consider just doing it here and now, but I decide to wait until we're in the house. The beach is a little too hard and uncomfortable for what I have in mind.

We gather the light logs into a pile. Then we go back to the house and cook fish and a modified not-Caesar salad while the sun sets and the air cools down a little.

We drink some of the juice that definitely contains some alcohol and I scoot closer to Trak'zor and lean into him.

It strikes me that my behavior is maybe not appropriate for an abductee. But I don't really consider Trak'zor a kidnapper anymore. He's never hurt me in the least, just allowed me to stay on his somewhat safe island. I'm probably better off now than before, back at the cave.

And damn it, he's the greatest guy I've met. He's open to new ideas, even when they come from a woman who didn't grow up in the jungle, like he did. He's kind and fiercely protective. He's smart and active, always improving his little island so that the mythical Woman can have a nice place to live. He's brave and strong and casually, mind-blowingly confident and relaxed in a deadly environment that scares my skirt off. 

He's got the sexiest body ever, stripes and all. And those crazy features that help him fuck me better than any woman has been fucked in the history of the universe.

I'm hot and bothered, and the booze juice is lowering my inhibitions.

“I take bath,” I announce and casually strip naked in front of him. “Want be clean for later. Trak'zor maybe come?”

I sashay towards the little creek where the water from the spring comes up, swaying my naked butt more than I usually do. I can't help it. This ultra-masculine man makes me feel gloriously feminine.

I step down into the little pond and sit down on a submerged rock, leaning back onto another. The soothing coolness rinses the fatigue and the dirt off me, leaving only a calm peace.

And a breathless horniness that I don't think I've felt quite like this before.

Trak'zor joins me, and I enjoy the show as he rinses himself off while his cock is reaching skywards from his crotch, including its absolutely scandalous appendages and features.

He sits beside me, and I grab onto his hard manhood under the water. My breath is shallow and my mouth is dry, and from the looks he's giving me, I'm pretty sure he's just as ready.

No, I can't take this tension anymore.

“Let's go inside house,” I suggest and stand up. “More comfortable.”

I sashay inside with him following me. We dry off and I rearrange the pile of not-sheep skins to form a soft bed with room for a woman and two men, because Trak'zor is very large.

Then I place a hand on his scarred, striped chest and look up into those luminous sapphires he has for eyes.

“Aurora now show secret,” I say in a voice that's going hoarse. “Trak'zor decide what to do with.”

Then I get on the bed on all fours, spreading my knees and pressing my chest to the fur in the most lecherous display of feminine submission I've ever given anyone. I stretch my arms forwards over my head as if they were tied, presenting all my charms for this alien caveman to take his pleasure from as he pleases.

And I'm not disappointed. He gives off a growl that has to be the sexiest sound I've ever heard, a mix of awe and surprise and pleasure and a determined intent with a dangerous nuance to it. It mixes a little bit of fear into my arousal, and that in turn releases more heat to my already dripping pussy. I don't know him that well, after all.

He gets into position behind me, surveying the female landscape in front of him. He places large, callused hands on my hips and squeezes the soft, pliant flesh. And there's a lot of it to squeeze.

He's still growling, and I can't help moaning in expectation of what is about to happen.

I arch my back more in blatant invitation. I've never felt more primal than this, offering myself to a huge and primitive caveman with fangs, on top of furs in his primitive house on a jurassic planet. This is as far from my beige dorm room as it is possible to get, and right now, I absolutely love it.

His hands explore the wealth of womanhood offered to him, and then he slaps my ass, not very hard.

“Ooooh yeahhhhh,” I groan spontaneously, surprising myself. I didn't think I was that much in favor of  that kind of thing, but with Trak'zor I guess I am.

He gets it and gives me a couple of more slaps, stinging my cheeks just right and astounding me in the best way possible, because this isn't the kind of thing his shaman will have taught him. This is instinctive, I'm pretty sure.

Then his cock is at my pussy, spreading the lips and sliding back and forth in the slit, getting nice and lubed up for what he has in mind. For a second I worry that he'll try something there, further back, because if that's ever going to happen, I'll need several months to prepare for his size.

But his rod is still at my pussy, and now he's located the hole and pushes in an inch, forcing a relieved and encouraging moan from me. He can just impale me now, for all I care. I'm extremely ready for him.

And then he does. His cock pushes its way into my sex in one slow, but unstoppable thrust. He bottoms out in me and I moan with just a little urgency, because I'm very, very filled up.

He pulls out again, and all the little nerve endings send astounded little signals of total pleasure to my mind and my spine and everywhere else.

He pushes in again, faster and harder, and the signals get more intense. My core is filling up with liquid heat, but I don't want to come yet – I want to experience this to the full.

He fucks me calmly and deliberately, forcing my embarrassingly slick tunnel to acknowledge his masculine might and the fact that he has all the power here. It makes it so easy to give in to it.

My pussy gives off wet squelching noises with each thrust in and out, and I can smell my own arousal in the air, mixed with the smoke from the fire and the earthy smell of the clean fur.

He growls with each stroke, and I moan and whimper and I don't know what else, because I'm not in control of myself right now and I just let my body do whatever it wants. The heat is building fast right at my very center and my noises take on more urgency

Then I feel more going on at my pussy, right on the outside, moving up.

“Oohh yeaaahhhh...” I groan, because his cock is just turning me into a brainless sexpot right now, and I'm pretty sure I know what's coming. This caveman is fucking me like a bitch in heat, and I'm totally responding to it.

His second, smaller and softer cock slides over my clit and sends a shower of white sparks through my mind and my body. Then it stays there and I'm pretty sure it's vibrating. Whatever's happening, it's igniting the heat he's built up in me like a keg of gunpowder.

I think I hold my breath for a couple of seconds, just feeling it happen. Then I scream out my joy as a wave of golden bliss flows through me and takes me with it to some faraway land of bliss that's still right here on these furs.

At the same time, Trak'zor starts fucking me faster and harder, my screams increase in pitch, and then he gives off a deep, triumphant yell and sprays inside me again, so hard my badly distracted mind thinks he must be using some kind of firehose.

I cling to the climax that's still sloshing around in me, while he still fucks me, slowing down his thrusts because I'm pretty sure he has to be getting sensitive, too.

Then he lets his cock stay inside me while my pussy twitches around it and I tremble with aftershocks that give me goosebumps.

“You,” I pant, “is much wonderful.”

He leans over my still presented ass to kiss my ear. “You showed me many secrets. I think it is you who are wonderful.”

I roll over on my side and grab hold of his hand, because I want him close still. “Okay. We wonderful both.”