Page 40 of Caveman Alien's Heat
I want heat and pressure, something real enough to drown out the memory of standing there waiting to die.
I pull at him, and he comes with me, backing me toward the furs. My hands are already moving all over him, learning, needing. When they reach his loincloth, the hardness under it makes the breath stick in my throat. “Oh…”
His answer is immediate. The weight of him, the heat of him, the way his hands slide over me like he has to make sure I’m still here, still his to protect.
The world narrows fast, down to breath and skin and the rough drag of his touch, to the way my body reacts without permission, chasing sensation instead of fear.
Outside, the tribe is quiet. This cave is the very center of the village right now. In here, only Nator’ax and I exist.
His mouth claims mine again, hotter, deeper, fangs grazing my lower lip just enough to send a spark straight between my legs. I moan into the kiss and tug desperately at the simple dinosaur-skin dress that suddenly feels far too heavy.
“Off,” I gasp against his lips. “Take it off me.”
Nator’ax doesn’t hesitate. His large hands grab the stiff leather and yank it upward in one rough motion. Cool air kisses my bare skin as the dress slides over my head and drops to the cave floor. I’m completely naked beneath the firelight. There are no barriers left. My nipples tighten instantly from the change in temperature and the raw hunger in his glowing eyes as they rake over me.
“Riley…” he growls, voice thick with need. The blue suede-like stripes across his powerful chest and shoulders seem to darken as his muscles flex. He shrugs off his own loincloth, and my breath catches hard.
His two cocks spring free.
The larger one is thick, ridged with swollen bulbs and pulsing alien veins that move under the smooth skin. It curves slightly upward, already leaking a glistening bead at the flared tip. Below it, the smaller, softer cock strains like it was made for me. It’s smooth, flexible, and already seeking.
Before I can overthink it, Nator’ax crowds me down onto the thick furs. His massive body covers mine, radiating heat that chases away every memory of the freezing snow outside. One huge hand palms my breast, thumb circling my nipple while his mouth descends to the other, fangs scraping lightly before his tongue soothes the sting.
I arch with a sharp cry as the smaller cock finds my clit. It strokes me in slow, perfect circles, warm and silky, sending liquid heat flooding through my core. My hips buck involuntarily.
“Oh yeahhh…”
The bigger cock drags heavily along my inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of his slick. He’s so big. The thought makes me clench with a mix of nerves and raw want.
He lifts his head, eyes burning. “Tell me you want this,” he rasps, voice rough as the cave walls. “Tell me you want me inside you.”
I spread my thighs wider, trembling with adrenaline and lust. “Yes. I want you. All of you. Now.”
He answers with a deep, possessive growl and shifts his hips, pressing the thick head of his primary cock against my slick entrance while the smaller one continues its relentless, teasing caress on my swollen clit.
He answers with a deep, possessive growl and shifts his hips, pressing the thick, bulbous head of his primary cock against my slick entrance while the smaller one continues its relentless, teasing caress on my swollen clit.
“Relax for me, little woman,” he murmurs against my throat, fangs grazing my pulse point. “Breathe.”
I try. I really do. But the moment he starts pushing forward, the sheer girth of him stretches me open in one burning, delicious slide. The first thick bulb pops inside me, and I cry out, nails digging into his striped shoulders. He’s big, but not impossibly so. My walls flutter and clench around the intrusion, struggling to adjust as another ridged swell forces its way in, spreading me wider than I thought possible.
“Ah, careful…” I whimper, thighs trembling around his hips.
He stills, breathing hard, every muscle locked with restraint. The smaller cock keeps stroking my clit in slow, slippery circles, coaxing more wetness from me, helping my body soften andyield. Pleasure and pressure tangle together until the burn slowly melts into a deep, aching fullness. I feel every ridge, every pulsing vein as my inner walls ripple and stretch around him, gradually taking him deeper.
“That’s it,” he praises, voice ragged. “Let me in. You’re so tight… so perfect.”
When he finally bottoms out, the head of his cock kissing my cervix and those bulbs swelling inside me, I’m shaking. The smaller cock presses firmer against my clit, vibrating slightly with his heartbeat. The dual sensation is too much.
He starts to move with slow, deep thrusts that drag every ridge along my sensitive walls. Each stroke forces another helpless moan from my throat. The smaller cock never stops its perfect, slick massage on my clit.
Pressure coils tight and fast in my belly. My thighs clamp around him as the orgasm crashes over me without warning. I come hard, crying out his name, my pussy spasming and gushing around the thick invasion of his cock. My vision whites out with the intensity of it, inner muscles milking him rhythmically as wave after wave rolls through me.
Nator’ax snarls, hips snapping forward harder now, chasing his own release. The bulbs along his shaft swell even more, locking him deep inside me as he thrusts once, twice?—
He roars, fangs bared, and floods me with hot, thick pulses of cum. I feel every jet as his bigger cock throbs and empties inside my still-clenching pussy, the smaller one twitching against my oversensitive clit and drawing out the last trembling aftershocks of my climax.
We collapse together onto the furs, panting, sweat-slicked, his massive body still buried deep inside me as the firelight dances across our joined skin.
