- Emilia -

I don't think I've ever had a better night's sleep. Even waking up is nice, for the first time on this wretched planet. The first thing I see is a large warrior with stripes all over his body and a back as broad as a dining table, the first thing I remember is his tongue getting me off so hard I can't remember having come that well before, the first thing I hear is water trickling calmly across round rocks, the first thing I feel is soft fur against me. And the first thing I smell is ... coffee?

That wakes me up good and I rub the sleep out of my eyes. “Good morning.”

Ar'ox turns around and looks amused. “Morning has come and gone. The sun is now past its highest point.”

I peer up at the cloudy sky. I can't see any sun behind the clouds, but I'll take his word for it. “Sometimes I like sleep. It make relax.”

He turns back to tend to something on the fire, which is once again burning. “Hunters can't sleep too long, but women can. It's natural.”

“Okay.” I roll out of the nice blanket and realize that I'm naked. I sit up, quickly find my dress and pull it over my head. I really should expand my wardrobe, but it hasn't been a priority until now.

I look around. This is as pleasant a place as I've ever seen on Xren. It's a peaceful meadow with flowers and bushes and that calm river.

I sniff the air again. And coffee, apparently.

I get up and stretch, walk briefly behind a convenient bush, and then go over to Ar'ox to check out what he's doing over by the fire. He's got a couple of small pots, and something is boiling in both of them. One fluid is very dark and does indeed look a lot like coffee.

I point. “What in pot?”

“Nib,” he says and points to the other pot. “A soup that's easy to make and which gives energy for the whole day. This one is terot, which must be boiled and then shaped into bars. You had some of that yesterday.”

I scratch my head. So that dark fluid is terot, not coffee. It does look pretty thick. “Nib is soup? Is not just for drink?”

“It's a soup, yes. It contains many things that are good to eat. Keep Emilia going all day. Taste.”

He has a leaf that's kind of spoon-shaped and dips it into the nib, then holds it out to me.

I take it and sniff. Ah. That's the thing that smells vaguely of coffee. It's clear and greenish.

And it tastes of – not coffee at all. More like a boiling compost heap, with a consistency of thick, tough fibers.

I try to hide my disappointment. “Wonderful,” I say and give the leaf back. “Tastes of good health. Very good health.”

He smiles. “Important to keep Emilia in good health.”

“Toh. And Ar'ox, too.”

He keeps stirring the two pots, which appear to be hollowed-out rocks. Maybe his tribe doesn't have pottery? Then we can probably impress him.

I scan the horizon all around. There's jungle on every side of us and I have no idea at all in which direction the girls' cave is. I can just about tell where we came out of the woods, but it's not like we traveled in a straight line before that. I was even asleep for some of that trek. Most of it, even. So it's anyone's guess where I'd have to go to find my way back home.

But if I did, and brought an entire caveman warrior with me for our tiny colony, then nobody could say that I'm not pulling my weight. Ar'ox would be a pretty great asset for us. If he'd agree to join us. But if I brought him there, and he didn't agree, then there would be no guarantee that he wouldn't go straight back to his own tribe and spill the beans about where we are. That could turn pretty nasty. No, I have to be extremely careful about what I tell him about that. I could ruin everything if I say too much.

What do I do now? Alone in the woods I won't make it a mile before I'm eaten by some scorpion or dinosaur or raptor. With Ar'ox, I'd be safer, but I'd also depend on him totally for just about everything.

That's not a super attractive idea to me. On the other hand, it's probably a matter of life and death. And leaving him now, leaving behind that sense of safety that he radiates, just holds no appeal. At all. Now that I finally don't feel completely numbed by fear every second of the day, I'd hate to give it up.

I'd also hate to give up the cave and the girls.

Ar'ox takes a thick, dark paste out of one of the pots, puts it on a large leaf and carefully shapes it into angular patties of the same kind that he shared with me yesterday.

He's calm and confident. This is his world, and it shows in every movement of his huge hands. I'd hate to leave him. As in, really totally hate with a passion and then regret for the rest of my life. A life which probably won't last that long without him to protect me.

He gives me a little smile. I smile back and sigh. He has no idea how awesome he is, and that just makes him more so.

Okay, say I somehow find the way back to the cave and bring Ar'ox with me. How can I ensure that he'll stay and not rat us out to his tribe, so they can raid us and kill us? I'll have to think of something.

I sit down beside him and give him a little smile. “Ar'ox cook food.”

“Food is necessary for hunters. For women, too?”

Even in the daytime those eyes of his seem to shine with a light of their own, like embers of orange fire. It's very attractive, and it has a hypnotic quality that I like. “Yes. Women also need eating.”

I frown. That didn't come out quite right, but his language has some tricky grammar.

He sends me stolen glances and checks me out, especially my boobs. Well, they are probably my best feature and I don't mind it after so long without any male attention. I didn't know I'd missed it this much.

“Of course,” he says. “We have much food in the tribe. I will take you there.”

I look away. So that's what he's planning. It's a pretty obvious thing for him to want, I guess. But I'm not at all sure I want to face an entire tribe of cavemen. Sophia did that, and that almost turned out very bad for her.

I put my face into a very serious expression. “Emilia not sure wants to go tribe.”

He frowns. “You don't want to go to the tribe? It's a pretty rich tribe, lots of ... food. Also other things.”

“What will tribe do to Emilia?”

He gets out two bowl-shaped leaves of the kind that we also use back at the cave and heaps some of the steaming nib into it. “The tribe will give the gift. Then Emilia will decide if it's a good gift.”

I'm not sure I like the sound of that. For all I know, that 'gift' could be the privilege of being gang-raped by his whole tribe. Or something else unpleasant. These guys have never seen women before, and who knows what they think we want. “What is gift?”

He hands me the bowl and the spoon-shaped leaf. “A very nice gift,” he says airily. “Emilia will like it.”

“Is secret?”

He takes a bowl of the nib himself and slurps some from his spoon-leaf. He looks like he's thinking hard. Then he juts his chin out again. “It's a secret.”

I blow on my own spoon and tip the contents into my mouth. Yep, it's like eating potato peels and old carrot leaves on a rainy day. But it's no worse than the slop we cooked up back at the cave. “Ar'ox certain Emilia want gift?”

“Women want gifts,” he states firmly. “Very nice gift for Emilia.”

I'm not going to give up this. “And gift is?”

“It's very nice. Valuable.”

“And is?”

“Secret.”

I put the leaf down and sit still until I catch his eye. “Emilia ask: What is gift. Ar'ox now answer.” I make it as firm as I can without whining.

He looks into the distance. “Ar'ox isn't quite sure what the gift is. What does Emilia want as a gift?”

We're finally making some progress. I take another spoonful of the boiled potato peels and blow on it. “Emilia not ask for gift. Ask only for Ar'ox to keep safe. And bring back to Emilia home.” I guess we're talking about ourselves in the third person now, but that's okay. In cavemanese, it signifies distance and formality, as I understand it.

He glances at me and scratches his chin. “Emilia doesn't want a gift?”

I shrug. “Did not ask for. Bring home only.”

He looks really mystified as he continues eating the nib soup that I now realize has no notes of coffee at all. I guess I missed my latte so much I was just imagining it.

We're silent for a little while as we both probably think hard. But I'm feeling the old anxiety creeping back in, and I really want to know what to expect from my future. I have to make sure he knows what I want. “Ar'ox bring back to Emilia home?”

“Yes. Bring to tribe. Very rich village with lots of food.”

This damn language and its convoluted grammar! I put the bowl down so I can illustrate what I'm saying with sign language. “No. Emilia say, Ar'ox bring Emilia to Emilia home.” I point vaguely in the direction we came from.

He's just a big, alien frown as he slowly points straight up. “But Emilia came from a star far away.”

“No. Well, yes. First. First came from star. Then make home. Now Emilia go back Emilia home. Ar'ox help and keep safe. Emilia happy if do. Ar'ox very noble warrior, kill many Bigs and save life Emilia.” I give him the best Bambi eyes I can make and flutter my eyelids just a little. I mean, if he's never seen a girl before, that should work pretty well, especially coupled with some blatant flattery.

He just looks at me with no expression that I can interpret, but I don't get the feeling he's convinced.

Which is understandable. I'm pretty much asking him to drop everything to bring me to some unknown home, which as far as he knows could be an enemy tribe on the other side of the planet. In fact, now that I think about it, his and Jax'zan's tribes probably are enemies, and if they were to meet it could turn ugly.

Well, the cave is the only home I have here, and I think I'll just have to take my chances with it.

If I'm going to convince Ar'ox to take me there, I may have to use some pretty ... concrete arguments. And quite frankly I wouldn't mind it, either.

I finish my nib and stand up to stretch once more. It's such a simple thing, but it feels great. I don't recall having done that since the alien abductors dumped us here on this planet of danger and grief. I've spent the whole time since as a little, brown ball of pent-up fear, until I met Ar'ox. And now I guess I want to make up for lost time. In more ways than one, too.

I pull my dress over my head and pretend to look innocently around, giving him a good look at my whole naked body. “Emilia take bath,” I state. “Ar'ox too, if want.”

I sashay over to the river and check to see if there are any water monsters around. The girls and I have actually never seen any in the water here on Xren, just some pretty small fish that we still haven't been able to catch.

The river looks peaceful and clear, and it's pretty shallow, so I just plunge into the cool water and enjoy myself splashing around until it doesn't feel cold anymore.

This is another luxury that we don't really have back at the cave. The nearby creek is too small to bathe in, and I haven't done any swimming since I was on Earth.

I duck my whole head under the water and suddenly feel absolutely great. The clean water, the coolness of it, the warm air, the fact that I'm not hungry, the fact that I had my first orgasm for months last night, the fact that the mind-numbing fear is no longer dominating all my thoughts – it all creates a happiness and euphoria in me. I guess any little joy can do that when you've been stranded on an alien planet for too long.

And now I want company. “Ar'ox! Come!”

He's standing on the bank, with one hand on the hilt of his sword, keeping watch but still smiling a little at my shameless frolicking. I can't help but notice that the bulge in his kilt is back. Very much so. Of course the sight of that turns me on again.

I dive down into the water, making sure he gets a good look at my ass. I want him to know all of me now.

Then there's a mighty splash, and he's no longer on the bank. There are waves, but no caveman.

I look around. I'm pretty sure he just dived in, but can he even swim? Did he maybe think I was in danger and needed him to rescue me?

Then something grabs me and tosses me into the air, completely clear of the water. I squeal before I splash down in the most inelegant position. Immediately strong hands catch me and lift me up from the water again as I cough and splutter.

Ar'ox is holding me like I weigh no more than rag doll, and for the first time he's grinning to me with glittering eyes and shining fangs.

“You asshole,” I say in English and splash him, delighted that the previously so serious caveman has a playful side, too.

He gently lets me down onto my feet, and I tug at his soaked loincloth. “Take that off and I'll show you something cool, caveman.” I feel pretty strongly that during playtime, I should be speaking English. It frees my mind up for the fun.

But he gets it and steps out of his garment,, then flings it onto a rock by the shore with a wet splat.

Then I'm standing speechless as my jaw drops. I've never seen a caveman completely naked before, and I guess I didn't think they were that different. But this ... yeah, this is different. I may have to work my way up to that thing.

But I see no reason to be coy. We both want this, and we may not have much time. I grab his huge cock in one hand and place the other one on his chest, bulging with muscle.

He looks at me with what can only be breathless expectation.

I smirk up at his fiery eyes that have now gone soft and glassy. “Let's see if you've had this done before.”

I kneel down on the fine sand bottom, and the water only reaches to my chest. His veiny cock stands straight skywards and looks a lot like an adult toy I'm pretty sure I've seen online, complete with all kinds of ridges and bulges and rings and I don't know what. He's very alien, and I'll have to be careful.

I grab it with both hands and look up at him. He's still looking at me with very aroused expectations.

I lean forward and kiss the tip of his huge manhood. It twitches away from my lips all by itself, and Ar'ox draws his breath in.

But I don't think I hurt him, so I kiss it again, feeling the smooth, hot skin on my lips. Again it twitches, but now I hold it firmly, wondering at the strange and intensely arousing shape of his cock. On one hand I can't wait to feel that inside me, and on the other hand I will probably have to wait a little, because I think it might split me in half.

I open my mouth and take in the head of his spear. It's remarkable – I can feel it throbbing between my lips, and it feels as if each throb sends a new tingle to my clit.

I glance up at him with his cock in my mouth, because I know that's something that guys like to see. It's a very submissive thing to do, but that doesn't bother me at all now. Ar'ox deserves this, totally.

I've never blown anyone nearly this big, but I make sure to keep my teeth away from the shaft and take in as much of it as I can. Then, on the way out, I make sure to caress it with my tongue as I squeeze around it with my lips.

Ar'ox draws his breath in again, in a long, shaking wheeze, and he looks down on me with eyes filled with wonder. No, actually, that's shock.

I want to laugh. Nope, he definitely hasn't had this done to him before.

And I'm happy to do it for him.

The alien features about his cock just makes this a little more difficult, and I have to be extra careful to not make any contact with my teeth. But when I feel the firm, smooth rings and little bulges along the shaft with my tongue and with my hands, I know that I want that thing inside me as soon as possible. And I know that if I made an adult toy like that back on Earth, I'd be a millionaire that same day.

Especially if I add the thing I'm starting to feel right now, and which I guess is a sign that he's getting closer to coming – he has a second cock above the first, and now it's growing hard, too.

I can guess why it's there – it's to stimulate the woman's clit at the right time, so that both can come together. It's pretty wonderful, and now I definitely can't wait to feel him inside me.

But I guess that has to be next time. I have only been doing this for a couple of minutes at most when his breathing changes and I can feel his cock grow even bigger inside my mouth.

I gently take the tip out and lick along the side of it, still looking up at him, while I keep jacking him off with my hands.

He grunts, his dick jumps in my hand and then long ropes of white stuff spray out of it and fall into the water several feet away as his body keeps jerking uncontrollably in a super hot male climax.

Then he lets out a long sigh that somehow manages to contain both astonishment and joy.

I hold his cock loosely with one hand as I stand up straight. “Been waiting for that for a long time, huh?”

He just stares at me with his mouth still half open. “Wonderful woman,” he manages at last.

“Wonderful warrior, too,” I reply in his language and stroke his chest.

He leans over, takes me in his arms and kisses me. I don't think he knows how to french kiss, but I'll teach him sometime.

Then he grabs me under my arms, lifts me as easily as if I weighed about the same as a toddler and sets me down on the grassy bank of the river. Then he kneels down on the bottom of the river, and that places his head just about at pussy height.

I set my hands on the flat grass behind me and lean back on them as he kisses the insides of my thighs, one after the other, slowly making his way inwards to the mystery that lies where they meet.

I feel that I can come here and now, but also that the climax will be much better if I let him do his thing. It's weird – how can he be this good at eating me out, and still not have been blown before?

He gently kisses my slit and all other thoughts evaporate from my mind. I can't steady myself on my arms anymore, so I lay back, spread my legs as far as is comfortable and close my eyes.

I can't even keep track of what he's doing. It feels like he's touching every sensitive part of me, just licking and kissing, and just when I think it can't feel better, he does something new. I groan and moan and whimper uncontrollably, because he totally stokes a fire in my pussy with that remarkable tongue of his, and I'm totally at his mercy. He can push me over the edge anytime he wants, or he can keep me waiting for it. The fact that he has that power and that he uses it unashamedly just turns me on that much more.

Then he decides that I'm going to come, so he assaults my clit with a flurry of soft licks while at the same time sticking a finger into my opening and stimulating just about every other part down there at the same time.

I have no chance to resist, and of course I'm not trying, either. I just let the climax wash over me and carry me away to the total bliss that he has built for me from pretty much nothing. I love him for it, and now I don't care about who or what might hear – I just scream out my ecstasy as loud as I want, as if it were a primal victory yell.

This planet hasn't defeated me yet. Not if I can feel like this here.