Caveman Alien's Riddle - Calista Skye Page 0,46

hand.

I open one eye.

The monster is hanging right above, the tentacle with the offered fruit now lying forgotten along the ground. Its eyes have withdrawn a foot or so, and the whole thing has a dejected air about it.

I put my hand behind Jennifer’s head and let my tongue explore her soft, wonderful mouth that can do such remarkable things.

“Is it still looking?” Jennifer mumbles in between kisses.

“With great interest,” I reply.

“Can you lift me a little? Put your hand under my— yeah, like that.”

I cup a hand under her behind and lift her up about a foot. My cock slides down her stomach and settles at the divide of her thighs.

“Let me down, but slowly and gently,” Jennifer whispers. “I’m not used to it.”

She reaches between us and guides the tip of my cock to her entrance. “Lower me.”

I let her down an inch, and the head of my manhood slides in between the smooth lips of her sex.

Jennifer looks up at me, her eyes big and moist and clear, while she whimpers at the sensation. “Lower.”

I comply, and my cock slides past a narrow part.

She gasps and closes her eyes.

I glance up at the monster. It’s still looking, all six eyes trained on us.

Letting Jennifer slowly slide down on my cock, impaling her womanly center, I let a deep groan escape. “Oh, you are remarkable…”

She replies with an eager whimper as I bottom out in her, the monster forgotten.

I lift her up, and her eyes fly open. “Oh my Gooood…”

Lowering her again, her tightness and warmth and weight in my hands and her noises of surrender and pleasure make my blood boil with lust. My hard rod is deep inside this female, taking and owning her.

And with her full consent. It’s so different from the wild fights and battles that is sex between dragons that it turns my mind upside down. This doesn’t have to be a struggle to subjugate, the female doesn’t have to resist as hard as she can, to make sure the male she mates with is stronger than her and hence worthy of her laying his egg. It can be like this, too.

And isn’t this just as good? Certainly, the triumph when the dragon female submits for a split second is breathtakingly wonderful, but having Jennifer offering herself like this is possibly even better.

I carry her weight in my hands and easily fall into a rhythm of hoisting and lowering her as she curls her thighs around my waist and makes the most magnificent noises.

I speed up, and her noises are amplified, becoming more intense. Pulling her to me with a firmer pressure, I make sure her entire slit is rubbing against me and especially against the root of my cock, where there are many protrusions that other females have enjoyed rubbing their openings on.

Jennifer goes silent, jerking in my arms and drawing breath in short gasps. And then she squeals.

“Yes, yes yes! Oh, fuck me! Harder! Take meee!”

I do, bottoming out in her and holding her firmly as she thrashes and twitches, whimpering and moaning incoherently.

I feel the pressure and the heat rising in myself, too. And one look at Jennifer’s glassy eyes, lost in ecstasy, puts me over the edge. My movements go jerky, and I spray hard inside her, blissfully filling this incredible female with my juices while I roar out my triumph so loudly it echoes from the trees nearby.

Then I let her hang off me with my rod still inside her while we both get our breath back.

“That… that was really something,” Jennifer finally pants. “Is the monster still there?”

“The monster?” For a moment, my mind is blank. “Oh, that…” I look behind me.

The monster is on its way back into the swamp, slowly dragging its tentacles.

I let Jennifer down, and as we watch, one tentacle rips the wreath of leaves off the monster’s head and tosses it angrily away, red flowers flying.

“Oh, the poor thing,” Jennifer says with sympathy in her voice. “She’s in love with you!”

The last tentacle bearing the fruit withdraws, then shoots back, throwing the fruit right at Jennifer’s face, hard.

I reach out one hand and intercept the missile before it can hit her. “So it would seem. She certainly has no particular affection for you.”

Jennifer takes the fruit out of my hand. “This is a really nice gift. The island isn’t a trap at all, but a love nest.”

The monster vanishes into the swamp, leaving only bubbles. An eye on a tentacle rises and