- Heidi -

“Sai'ex was shocked and he trembled all over. Still he managed to get us boys to the edge of the jungle. He instructed us to run to the Dereken tribe and tell them what had happened. But before we could get anywhere, we were surrounded by Nusin. Some of them had been careless in applying the soot, and their yellow stripes were clearly visible. I had gone through the stripening, and I was as tall as they were. Still it seemed like they towered over us, dark and evil presences with their spears. They ...”

His voice cracks and his breathing is shallow. “They said mocking words to shaman Sai'ex. I remember them well, but I will not repeat them. He responded with fiery anger and accusations at their cruel misdeeds. He condemned them on behalf of their own Ancestors, naming many of their former legendary warriors as disgusted witnesses to this terrible action. He spoke forcefully and convincingly. Some of them wavered and lowered their weapons. Then ... one Nusin plunged his spear into the heart of the youngest boy, little Trener'ox, who was only ... four ...”

He's gives in to his grief, and at that moment I love him very deeply. I wipe my own eyes and sniffle so that he knows he's not alone with his emotions. I sense that he feels no shame in crying, like an Earth man might. This is natural to him, and he's not ashamed. It makes me admire him even more.

He takes a deep, shaking breath. “The other boys tried to run, but were murdered before they could get far. Shaman Sai'ex had his sword and was able to fight off two Nusin. I had no weapon, and a large enemy was coming towards me with his spear ready to throw. Sai'ex then tossed his sword to me. Disarming himself. It's unheard of. No warrior ever gives his sword away. But our shaman did. For the tiny chance that I might be able to defend myself against the one Nusin who was preparing to throw his spear at me. While Sai'ex was surrounded by enemies himself. 'Stay alive', he urged me. Those were his last words.”

He wipes his tears. “Of course it meant his own death. Probably in vain. He knew it. And the Nusin laughed at him before they killed him.”

He stares into the fire for a long time before he goes on. I just hold him.

“Their laughter made me ... angry. The world turned red around me. Then the next thing I remember is that the big Nusin was dead on the ground and I was still hacking at him, seeing everything through a red mist. I chopped him into pieces. The other Nusin kept their distance and just looked at me with horror. Then I ran into the jungle.”

We sit in silence while the fire burns itself lower. I'm grateful that he's told me all this. And I feel honored, too. I think I may be the first to hear this tale.

“I ran for a long time,” he finally continues. “Mostly I wanted to go back and kill a couple of more Nusin before they'd kill me. But I felt that it would have been useless and that it would make Sai'ex's last sacrifice meaningless. So I didn't go back. I also didn't go to the Dereken tribe. I feared that they would ask why I had survived while everyone else was dead. I felt like a traitor. Why had I not died like everyone else? Am I a coward? I'm the last and only of my tribe, and that's the worst fate I can imagine. So I didn't go there. I didn't go to any tribe. I am last and only. I have no tribe.”

Maybe not, but he has tons of survivor's guilt. I want to do something about that. Shit, I have to get my cavemanese up to scratch pretty damn fast. I've been resisting speaking it because he abducted me. But now I understand him better, and I want to talk to him for real.

“I found my way in the jungle,” he continues. “And I managed to stay alive. Just about. I would spy on the Nusin who had taken over our village. They had a grand time in the beginning, enjoying our copious food stores and the safety away from any Bigs. Once in a while I'd sneak into the village by a secret passage and take food that was rightly mine. But then the rainy season ended and I noticed the Nusin didn't go out to hunt. Or only rarely. And they didn't have Lifegivers. Ours had indeed been burned and the unborn baby boys inside them killed. A tribe without babies has no future. The Nusin have no future. They started to attack other tribes, too. But they didn't have the strength to take over another village again. They became fewer and fewer. Now they've abandoned our caves and the few that are left are only roaming the jungle and trying to steal food and other things from the tribes.”

He takes a sip of water. “I learned the jungle and I found a small cave of my own. I hunted and stayed alive. And I vowed to get revenge. On the Nusin. That's my mission. I have sought them out over the years. And I have killed some of them. But I will kill them until they're all gone. Or until they kill me. It doesn't matter which one comes to pass.”

He takes a deep breath, and his story is over.

Stars, he's had it tough. Alone in this deadly jungle from an early age. And a ton of survivor's guilt on top of it. I don't blame him for having revenge as his mission. But I still feel it's unworthy of him. He's too great for that. I squeeze his hand again. “It matters to me.”

He turns his head to look down at me with a frown. “It matters to you? I took you from your friends and carried you far away. You didn't want it. You saw me today, hacking a dead man into pieces. Losing control in the most shameful way.”

I get up on my knees and face him so I can look him in the eyes from close up. “I not want you take me,” I agree. “But back then, I not know you. Now I know you.” I place a hand on his thigh. “And I really like what I see.”

Then I do the thing I've been wanting to do for a long time: I lean in and kiss him. Right on the mouth. It's a little salty from the tears he shed for his dead friends and the children that were murdered, but all the better for it.

His jaw drops and he just stares at me. It breaks my heart. He's never had anyone accept him. Or at least not since that shaman was alive. And he most certainly doesn't accept himself. But I do. Sure, he has to work on that rage of his. But I'll help him. He's worth it. A thousand times over.

He gently places a hand behind my head and pulls me closer, and then he kisses me back. It's not the most elegant kiss in the history of the universe, but there's so much emotion in it, it takes my breath away. I respond, and then we're frenching, as clumsily as teenagers. Hey, I'll teach him how to do this in time. But right now, I'm not going to correct it.

His scent fills my nose and his presence fills my world. My heart beats faster and my breath is going shallow. I'm about to open my heart for this man, and it feels too wonderful for words. I understand him now. He's complete.

I knew he was great. But he's lived through things that would have killed anybody else and come out on the other side with a big heart and an obvious need for being loved. If he needed his mission to give him the purpose and the strength to stay alive, then I get that. Totally. But maybe that mission can be replaced by another one.

His overwhelming, male presence, my own bravery in leaning in to kiss him, the physical closeness and the immense trust he just showed me by telling me about his life has a very clear effect right now: it's turning me on like I can't believe.

I check his loincloth for readiness, and the hardness my hand meets there tells a very arousing tale.

I pull my dress over my head. Then I flick up his loincloth and take his hard, alien, ridged cock into my hand, looking into his eyes, where the fire is now burning bright.

I get into position to straddle him, and he gets the point and holds around my shoulders with his strong hands. The time for being coy has long passed, I'm wet and ready, so I take his steel hard rod in my hand and place it at my opening. Then I lower myself gently onto his magnificent manhood.

The first inch goes into me fine, with a wet squelch from the copious amount of juices there now. But then there's a narrower part and I go slower, because his cock is so alien in shape and bigger than anything I've had before.

There's wonder in his eyes and his mouth is half open with excitement as he lowers his hands to support more of my weight. I put my arms around his neck and feel my stomach slide downwards against his warm, silky skin. There's a burning sensation from my pussy where his cock is making its way into my center and the tunnel has to stretch around it. Well, there hasn't been anything in there for a good while, and certainly never anything as big as this.

I slide down as far as I want to go this first time and stay there for a moment, just feeling the fullness and the stretching of Dar'ax's cock deep inside me. There's definitely some pulsating going on there, and I think it's him.

I take a deep breath, wanting to prolong this perfect moment and burn it into my memory. The stars are out above us, the air is balmy, the fire is still sending its warm, orange light over us and the smoke is fragrant.

And I'm fucking a caveman.

The whole thing is so primal that it speaks to something very deep in me, something that I think has been suppressed by the modern life on Earth. A new heat is released in me and it's only the two of us in the world.

I lift myself up again, and Dar'ax helps me with his hands under my butt. Because of course he's a natural talent at this and he knows exactly what I need.

“Oh yeahhhhhhh ...” I moan as I feel all the bulbs and ridges and protrusions on his alien cock stimulate my pussy just perfectly on the way out, and then I lower myself again, faster and deeper because I know I can handle it. Stars, he stretches me just right, and those special features on him touch every little spot in there, sending showers of hot sparks through me. I never knew I was that sensitive.

I ride him like that, with him holding up most of my weight and lifting me easily with his hands so I can concentrate on the sensations he creates in me.

And those are some sensational sensations. I lose track of whether he's going in or out – all I know is that my whole pelvis is churning with a red-hot pleasure where I can't really tell my body from his. I moan and whimper and cling to him, and even though I'm on top, he's totally in control as he fucks me much more expertly than I've ever experienced. And, it goes like a flash through my delirious mind, this has to be his first time. It's only going to get better from here.

The wet sounds from my pussy mean that I'm dripping down there, and the heat and hardness of his cock are forcing groans from me. I cling to his hard, smooth body, feeling his heat and hearing his deep grunts as he penetrates my sex so deep it feels like he fills all of me, turning me into a keg of gunpowder, ready to go off at the slightest spark.

I'm fucking a caveman. A huge, good caveman with a depth greater than I ever suspected, a man who rides a freaking T. Rex and who has a past so dark I can't even fathom it, but still he came out on top and turned into the primitive and still sophisticated animal of a man that he is-

Then my eyes fly open and I gasp loudly as I feel something more happening at my pussy, and I check his arms to see if he has a third hand down there. No, of course not. Then it has to be ...

I buck involuntarily as the realization hits me and his second cock touches my clit and sends vibrations through it. Still he's fucking me, still my whole pussy and stomach is somehow both a huge fireworks display of pleasure and a dry powder keg at the same time, and now I'm jerking uncontrollably as my clit sets everything off, ignites it with a white-hot flash through me that makes me scream.

I want to hold on to him, but my body goes limp and I can't control my arms the way I'd have to, but he holds me tight and still lifts me and fucks me through my orgasm. Then all rational thought goes up in smoke and I become just ecstasy and liquid heat and ... just love.

This is what it means to love. I scream as the realization hits me with full force and all of me just explodes: I love him!

Still he fucks me and still the waves of the climax roll through me. I know I'm screaming still, and I know I'm groaning and whimpering and probably scraping up his back with my nails, but I don't care. I just want to be here always.

And then his movements get less even and controlled and his grunts increase in volume. I know what's about to happen, and I squeeze the muscles in my pelvis in an instinctive attempt to keep him inside me for this, to not allow him to slide out. Then he plunges into me again, he roars in my ear and his cock swells deep inside my sex before it shoots hot liquid in there in hard spurts and deep thrusts, spraying my center down with his essence and claiming it forever.

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes. Right there. Fuck me. Fuck me, caveman.” Yeah, I'm not the most well-spoken chick during orgasm. But I mean every word.

Finally he starts slowing down, and then I'm just hanging limply in his arms, shuddering with aftershocks and just enjoying every second. He holds me tight, and I can feel his powerful heartbeat roll through me. Still he's inside, still we're joined in heat and I have no idea what is me and what is him.

I manage to straighten and take his face between my palms. I stare right into his eyes, where the fire is now reddish and pulsates slowly.

“I love you,” I state once and for all.

Then I put my head on his shoulder.