18

- Sophia -

Again I wake up with the smell of grilled meat in my nose. The memories of the night before come back to me and I sigh happily. That was sex the way it's supposed to be. Genuinely mind-blowing.

I put on my panties and notice that my pussy is sore and I have used some muscles I'm not used to. But that's a small price to pay for an experience like that. The soreness I feel everywhere else I blame on the dinosaur that wanted to feed me to its kids. But the herbs that Jax'zan put on me has worked marvelously well. I'm gratified to notice that it's one of the herbs that I've experimented with, too.

I should worry about getting pregnant. He did come inside me, and I doubt birth control is easily available on this planet.

This alien jurassic planet with no chance of going home. Yeah, a baby is probably the least of my worries just now. I have worry overload. And maybe it would help Jax'zan bond to me if we had a baby together. From a pure survival point of view, that would probably not be a bad idea. Because I'm not on a safe campus anymore. This is a stone age society, and painful as the thought may be, my main priority right now should be staying alive. If nothing else, yesterday's experience with the dinosaur that Jax'zan calls a 'rekh' convinced me of that.

I sigh and button my shirt. Chances are I'll be dead by the time I'd have to worry the slightest bit about pregnancy. I should probably just enjoy myself while I can.

I exit the tent, and there's Jax'zan with more meat and vegetables. He must be a super good hunter, because it seems like every time I turn around he's gutted and skinned more creatures. Well, I'm not complaining.

I gaze towards the place where the tuna can landed. Now I can see it's a mountain with greenery all over it. I frown. Part of it reminds me of something, especially the top where the tuna can crashed. But I can't tell what it reminds me of. Something big, anyway.

I hope the girls are okay. With the rain last night, at least they should have no problem with water for a couple of days.

I turn the translator on. “Good morning.”

He smiles, a little wider now than last time. I guess he liked our little adventure, too.

“Zopia is awake,” he observes and immediately hands me a leaf with grilled meat and some kind of root he's sliced and fried. It's not quite a potato, and not quite a turnip, but it's something in between.

I ask him how he found it and he shows me the leaves that stick out of the ground where those things can be found. It's valuable info for the colony back at the tuna can, and I make a mental note to ask him about all the vegetables he knows. I don't think the other girls or I will ever be great hunters, so knowing where to find edible plants seems important, regardless of how this whole thing turns out.

Jax'zan takes down the tent and wraps it into a surprisingly small bundle that he puts in his bag. I make sure I have the gun and the translator, and then we're ready to go.

This clearing seems safe enough, but I know that the jungle itself has all kinds of dangers. I'm going to stick very close to Jax'zan, and I'm going to have the gun in my hand at all times. That seems the best way to at least trick myself into thinking that I'm safe. I don't mind the gun that much now. Without it, I would've been eaten by those rekh hatchlings.

Jax'zan tells me to stay close to him, but far enough away that I'm out of range if he has to swing his sword. Then he walks straight for the jungle, and I trudge behind him. I'm glad I usually wore sneakers to the electronics lab, because they're pretty sturdy and comfortable, but they weren't made for walking in a jungle. Thankfully the rain from last night has dried up and the ground isn't muddy.

I can tell Jax'zan walks slowly to allow me to keep up. I suppress a sigh. Already I'm slowing him down. But walking behind him and seeing his strong legs, that round little butt under the kilt and that broad muscular back-

“Ohmigod!” I run to catch up to him. “Jax'zan, your back!”

It has angry, red marks across it, over his stripes and his ordinary skin. They're not bleeding, but they look painful.

He gives me an expression that I can tell is a smirk, because I've seen those before and he's not that alien. “Zopia enjoy last evening.”

I can feel my face go red. “Oh god, did I do that?”

Yep, that looks like something I'd do in the throes of orgasm without even knowing it. Well, he did fuck me pretty darn good and I did cling to him. “I'm sorry. That has to hurt.”

“Pleasure was larger than pain,” he says calmly and then keeps on walking.

I scurry after him, both ashamed that I've hurt him like that and aroused at the memory of something that could make me scratch his back up without even noticing. Yeah, he's good.

We walk in among the trees, and I keep lookout upwards and backwards and to the sides and pretty much every direction. I'm jumpy, because that rekh came out of nowhere and had me in its jaws before I knew it.

At the same time I'm focusing on Jax'zan. Both because I think he might spot any danger before I do and because he is pretty pleasant to look at, even with those marks I clawed into him. I gaze at my nails. I'm definitely hitting the first manicure salon I spot in this jurassic jungle.

The day goes on and insects buzz around us, both large ones and not so large ones. I take a clue from Jax'zan, and any flying things he gets out of the way of, I tried to avoid, too. Sometimes little rodent-like things scurry out of the bushes and zoom across the jungle floor, which makes me scratch my head. They look like mammals to me, but didn't those come after the dinosaurs on Earth? Like, millions of years after? I'm not even so sure. This planet is weird enough if I'm not going to make stuff up, too.

The jungle is dense and hot and humid, and when we've been going for a good three hours or so, I'm starting to feel sticky. But the food Jax'zan made this morning must have been very full of energy, because I feel like I can go on for a good while yet.

Then I hear running water, like the distant thunder from a waterfall. Jax'zan turns to the left and we walk up a little hill, and then I see one of the most spectacular sights of my life. It's a large pool – a lake, really – with crystal clear water and a very picturesque waterfall at one end.

It's ringed by white beaches and rock pools under the waterfall, and it looks so clean and idyllic I stop in my tracks, immediately suspicious. “There's going to be a terrible monster living at the bottom of this, right?”

Jax'zan shrugs. “Monsters everywhere on Xren. Under water, not seen.”

I'm not sure if he's telling me that there is one or that there isn't one. That translator needs some more adjustments, but I don't have a lab here so I'm stuck with what I've got. Even so, I should probably try to learn Jax'zan's language at some point. That translator has a very good battery, but when it's out of charge, that's it. Unless Jax'zan's sword somehow uses micro-USB, it's going to be a challenge to charge the device. And before I see any evidence to the contrary, I'm going to be pretty sure his tribe doesn't even have electricity.

Jax'zan squats down to drink from the pool, and I do the same. The water is cooler than the air, and it looks pretty tempting.

I peer as deep into it as I can, but I see no monster. “Is it safe to swim here, you think?”

He doesn't reply, just places his bag and the sword carefully on a rock and dives in. He swims underwater to the other side, then back again in a pretty impressive display of athleticism.

Well, if he can, I can. I place the translator and the gun on another rock, look around reflexively to check if there's someone watching, and then I strip naked and jump into the water. I get water in my nose and splutter, and Jax'zan is there in the same moment, holding me loosely. I get the feeling he's not sure if I can swim.

I shudder. “It's cold!” The translator repeats it in his language. We're just about within earshot of it.

He lets go of me, seeing that at least I can tread water okay. “Cold water good for Zophia,” he says, and this time he gets the 'ph' sound right. “Cool down from strenuous night in tent with Jax'zan.”

I splash him. “I think someone else needs to cool down or he'll get splashed more- hey!”

He grabs me by the waist and tosses me easily into the air. I somersault once and squeal as I fall back from what seems like a pretty big height. My landing can't be very elegant, because for the first time I hear his laugh. It's deep and unrestrained, just like the man himself.

I surface and splash him again as a weak revenge and he comes in close, then kisses me on the lips and unceremoniously places a hand on my pussy under water. The touch turns me on instantly and I melt into his kiss.

He smirks. “Zophia ask if monster in water. Now Jax'zan can confirm there is.”

I immediately curl my legs up under me and reach for the shore to get out, but the gently holds me back. “Really?” I say with a small voice.

“Yes,” he says, very seriously. “Alien monster. Steal warrior's heart straight out of chest and then claw his back with long nails.”

He's so deadpan it takes me a minute to understand what he's talking about. Then I splash him. “Me, huh? I'll have you know there's already a monster called the sophiasaurus, and it's not me. So there.” I splash him once more for good measure.

He comes in close again. “Is most dangerous monster of all. Look beautiful. Entice innocent warrior with female charms. Make warrior behave strange. Then splash with water! Very terrible.”

He tosses me into the air again, spinning wildly, and I squeal in exhilaration and crash back in with my arms and legs flailing wildly. I've never been manhandled like this, and it feels great. He's insanely strong.

We frolic and kiss for a while, and then we make our way under the waterfall and I just stand there for a moment as the clean water runs down me. Jax'zan floats on his back and admires me, and I can see just how much he likes what he's seeing, because his manhood is sticking up from the water like the periscope on a submarine. He's just as turned on as I am.

I slide into the water and swim over to him, then grab his cock in my hand. “You ever heard of something called 'sex on the beach'? Very popular cocktail. As in, your cock and my tail. On the beach.” The translator is too far away to catch it, but that's fine. I think my purring is an indication about what I'm saying. And if it isn't, then I sure hope me stroking his cock will do the trick.

He looks at me with those luminous eyes and draws me closer to him, kisses me again and strokes my ass under the water.

I answer by giving his alien cock a kiss, and then I swim to the beach and crawl ashore on a shady part, looking behind me with my best 'come hither'-look. One part of me frowns at the cheap tricks I'm using, but this whole experience is so raw and real that any sophistication or playing hard to get went out the window a good while ago. I want his cock in me again, and this is the fastest way there.

He gets it. Honestly, if he hadn't, I'd have gone back to the girls and suggested that we turn the tuna can into a convent and just become nuns.

He comes wading ashore and tosses his soaked kilt onto the rocks with a wet splat. His cock juts in front of him like the cannon on a tank and the water drips off if.

I'm wet too, in every way, but the sun is helping dry off one kind of wetness. The other kind just gets more intense as I spread my knees on the sand and arch my back, showing all my charms in the most blatant invitation I can think of. This is a primal world, and I'm starting to get in touch with a pretty damn primal Sophia. The danger and the directness here burns all pretense and coyness out of me and helps me choose the shortest way to pleasure. And this, openly offering my body to the best man I've met, feels pretty pleasant right now.

This position has the added advantage of being the best on a beach, because it's the only one where I can have any hope of not having to pick grains of sand out of my various crevices for weeks after.

Jax'zan comes up behind me and pushes my knees even wider. There's no reason to wait, and he realizes that as well as I do. He slides the head of his alien cock up and down my slit to wet it, and then he places it at my entrance and grabs hold of my hips. I moan in expectation, and then he pulls me onto  him in a way that's so possessive and sexy I whimper happily as I feel his cock spear my sex.

Again he gives my body time to adjust to his size, and when he pushes himself into me, he again stops short of bottoming out. I moan loudly, because now I know what his cock is like and I know that he's a great lover. And I know that I'll come hard on his cock. Very soon.

He starts fucking me, and in this position his various ridges and bulbs massage my insides differently. Just as good at the first time, though, except my clit is left alone because-

“Ohmigod!” I don't know how he does it, but he's definitely caressing my clit now. And at the same time he's holding on to both my hips. My brain can't process it and I just accept it because everything he's doing is merging to the most sensational feeling, building up a white-hot spike of arousal that I know will end in spectacle. The sand feels soft on my knees and the smells and sounds of the jungle around us are so primitive that I feel like I've been transported backward in time, to a simpler age where there don't  have to be any games, just sex for its own sake. And Jax'zan does it so insanely well ...

He thrusts calmly into me, fucking me like there's only the two of us in the world, stimulating all the parts of me that make me feel good. I lay my head down on my arms in front of me and just enjoy. He's got this. Totally.

I can't last long with this going on. I couldn't hold back if I wanted to – he's downright forcing the orgasm from me in such a natural relaxed way that it blows my mind. How did I ever get this lucky?

I see no reason to hold back, so when the wave washes over me I just scream out my delirious pleasure and hear the wet slapping as he increases his speed until each thrust into me feels like just a single continuous fucking.

He keeps it going for a long time and I don't really come down from the heights until he slows and I'm all hoarse from the screaming and whimpering. He pulls himself out of me and I collapse onto the sand. 

“I know I've said it before,” I say breathlessly, knowing he can't understand, “but you're crazy. In the best way I can imagine.”

He kneels beside me as I regain control over my mind and body. I suddenly have a realization. I look up at his crotch. “Oh yes, of course. It would have to be something like that.”

Because of course he has two cocks. One thick one with all the ridges and things, and one thinner and shorter one that looks perfectly placed and shaped to hit my clit in the doggy position.

I take around both of them. They're different sizes, but the same hardness. And it doesn't look too weird now that I know what he can do with them. Just ... obvious. Why can't all men be like this?

“I'll never want to leave this planet,” I sigh. And at that moment, I mean it.