Caveman Alien's Riddle - Calista Skye Page 0,44

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“Your beard is really nice,” I tell him. “Can I stroke it?”

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- Caronerax -

“You may,” I state regally.

Jennifer reaches a small hand up and touches her fingers to the remarkable facial hair I appear to be growing. “It’s so smooth!”

“It is,” I agree, enjoying both her cool touch and the tone of admiration in her voice. “Quite fetching.”

“Are you growing it on purpose? I’ve never seen a dragon look like that. I mean, a ‘bearded dragon’ is something else where I come from. More like a lizard.”

“It happens by itself,” I inform her. “This human form isn’t completely disagreeable, I suppose.”

“It’s really cool,” Jennifer says, letting her hand slide down to my chest. “It makes you look fashionable.”

My reflection in the water does look pretty elegant, also because my hair is being kept in check by that peculiar wooden pin. “Ah. That is a good thing?”

“In this case, it is.” Her hand slides further down, into the water. “I wonder, how is this part feeling now? After the geyser?”

I pretend not to understand. “Which part?”

Her little finger touches the shaft of my hard manhood under the surface. “This.”

I frown. “This what?”

“This part.” She gently grabs it.

“Oh, that part. It feels terrible.”

Her eyes widen. “Really?”

“Yes. You may have to do more things to it.”

Her hand strokes slowly up the twitching shaft. “Do I? What kind of things?”

“For now, I’ll leave that to you, as a recognized expert.”

“Good,” she says, examining the half of my manhood that stands out of the water. “Because I heard about a treatment for this specific ailment. It was an article in a medical journal. A Treatment for Dragons Burned by Geysers On Their… Well, You Know. That was the title of the article.”

My mouth has gone dry. “And what is the treatment?”

She peers up at me, a glint in her dark eyes. “It’s better to show than to explain. Stop me if you don’t like it.”

She kneels on the sandy bottom, then unceremoniously takes the tip of my cock into her mouth.

The act is so unexpected, a hiss escapes me. “Oh…”

Jennifer gives me a short glance, then slides her mouth further down the shaft, enveloping it in a silky, humid warmth that sends wonderful sparks of delight up my spine.

“Yes, that… that works,” I stutter, taken completely by surprise and overwhelmed by pure sensation. I have, of course, never had any sexual experiences in human form, and I’m shocked at how pleasant it is. “I’m healing already.”

Jennifer starts bobbing her head up and down, while her mouth slides and her tongue twirls. She adds both hands to the shaft further down, stroking it.

The sight of her head, her bare breasts, the rest of her under the water, the sound… I have no choice in this.

I hear grunts escaping me. Jennifer takes her mouth off me, but keeps her hands pumping. Then the climax takes charge and I shoot long ropes of manly juices high into the air, a strong, powerful feeling of bliss filling my mind.

Then I feel peace and relaxation.

Jennifer wipes a sticky substance off her forehead. “I think you liked that treatment.”

“It… I… yes,” I concede, words failing me. “I feel much better now.”

She dips her whole head under the surface, then remerges, eyes pinched closed. “Good. That was the intention.”

I look down myself. My manhood is slightly less hard than before, but I don’t think she did this to weaken me. “I may need that treatment more times.”

“You may,” she agrees and gathers her wet hair behind her head. “We’ll see. Now I kind of want to get out—”

A dark shadow snakes from the top of the fruit tree above us and entangles itself with Jennifer’s hair and arms, tying her up.

The female squeals in horror, and I grab the shadow with one hand. It’s like living rope, not thick, but it’s as strong as a metal wire.

Another shadow comes zooming in, and then another and another, all from different directions.

They all aim for Jennifer, and before I know it she’s a bundle of long, writhing tentacles, her face red as they squeeze and her voice hoarse as she screams.

I pull at the tentacles, grab them with my clawed hands, and manage to rip them off Jennifer’s body, but more and more of them are coming, and I realize the only way to handle this is something that makes me rebel to the core of my very being: escape.

I grab Jennifer, toss her over my shoulder like before, and jump out of