hand and his finger finally on the right course. “You should find out.”
The finger reaches the hem of my dress and continues under the leather. “It is getting warmer.”
“It is,” I agree as the big caveman finger slowly slides up the sensitive skin.
“Much warmer.” He moves ever slower.
My breath comes in little gulps. I can’t even speak, so I just spread my thighs wider. My goodness, can he really have been a virgin before he met me? Or am I just that easy to read? Or just that horny?
“Do you… want it… on the sun?” The finger runs up the length of my bare slit, making me jerk and whimper.
In response I struggle with his drawstring, wanting his cock out in the open. This time he must have tied a simpler knot on purpose, because I’m able to loosen it enough for the shaft to make its own way out of the restrictive fabric. The exotic manhood stands skywards, hard and dangerous.
Brank’ox quickly slips out of the loincloth and helps me lift the dress over my head.
I’m naked in the cooling evening air, and it feels… intense.
I greedily grab his incredibly exotic cock with both hands. “I want this.”
“It wants you, too.” His hands maul by boobs while he comes in to kiss me on the mouth.
I receive him with my mouth open and pull his head to me, his hair silky smooth in my hands.
His tongue explores me, and I swear there has to be a special texture to it. What would that feel like, down there?
“I need you;” I whisper. “Now.” I don’t need to check for wetness. I can see it and smell it. I’m hornier than I think I’ve ever been.
Brank’ox quickly arranges the furs properly and lays me back down on them.
“You don’t need to be careful,” I moan, feverish with need. “Just take me.” I spread my legs and lift my knees in wanton invitation.
Brank’ox places himself between my thighs and takes in the sight of a very willing woman before him. “Truly, you are remarkable,” he grunts with a gruff voice.
Again, he wets his cock with my own juices, of which there must be copious amounts, judging from the noises. He will slide in much easier this time.
He comes closer in and puts his cock at my entrance. His black eyes penetrate me. “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want it. Take me.”
He keeps me fixed with his bottomless eyes while he puts force behind his hard rod and penetrates my sex, slowly and with great determination.
I whimper again, not because it hurts but because I want to. He fills me up again, just like last time, but this time I know what it will be like and I can just enjoy it without any worry.
His heat is inside me, claiming me. Pulling almost out and pushing back in, it’s like he wants to really let me know who is in charge here. I feel it to the core of my being, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
He fits perfectly inside me, his exotic features and protrusions teasing and soothing my insides, working my sex up into a frenzy as he fucks me.
I drown in his alien eyes, seeing my own reflection in his crystal clear irises, my needy face and my open mouth as I whimper and groan and squeal with his hard, quick fucking.
I love seeing him like this, seeing him this absorbed by his passion. Feeling both our passions melding and becoming one.
As I go over the edge to the hard, shattering climax, I just have time to think ‘this is what it’s like. This is more than sex. This… is love.’
I keep coming, his cock ramming into me and turning me to mush around him. I’m shaking and squealing and spasming around his hot steel.
Then the movements start again down there, his secondary cock swirling right at my clit. I hold my breath in shock. Can this really get even better?
I jerk and twitch and arch my back as another intense wave crashes over me. My scream of joy echoes from both the alien weirdness below us and the deadly jungle outside.
“Woman,” Brank’ox grunts, then roars his victory as he spasms inside me, shooting his juice into my center in spurts so hard I swear I can feel it.
Then he just stays inside me and holds me while I ride the waves until they slow down and I come to my senses.