Chapter 13

13

- Alba -

A lot of tension leaves my body in that rocky hot tub, clinging to Anter’az’s giant body and just letting go.

“I’m sorry,” I finally say, wiping tears from my face. “It’s just, it been some hard years on Xren.”

“Tell me about them,” he rumbles. Because of course he’s a healer of both body and mind.

I tell him about the abduction and the years in the tunnels, always scared out of my mind.

“Then Piper came and got us out,” I finish up, “and Bryar made sure we accepted into the Borok tribe. And the Tretter tribe, too.”

“Good,” Anter’az says so my chest shakes with his deep bass. “You have been safe with them.”

“Mostly,” I agree. “Much safer than the tunnels.”

He moves under me, changing positions. “A good tribe keeps its members safe. Do you like the smell?”

“Yes,” I tell him. “You put some good herbs in the water. Is not too cold for you now?”

“It’s my first time in warm water,” he admits. “I’ve only been in cold water before. A bathtub is much nicer. Tomorrow I’ll build a fire right here so we can heat water every day.”

The thought of a hot bath with Anter’az every day makes me all warm inside. And the heat focuses on my girly parts, because he’s been unwittingly teasing me with his sensational body all day. And now that I know what he can do with his various talents, I want more of it.

“Every day?” I ask and look into his eyes, rubbing one thigh up against his cock. It immediately stiffens fully. “Is that a promise?”

“It depends,” he says and scratches his chin. “It’s a lot of work to fill that pot and lift it onto the fire, then take it off and pour it without burning my fingers…”

I grab his cock with one hand under the water and lift one breast with the other, squeezing it close to his face. “Oh, yes. So much work. Maybe it’s better if we not?”

His cock twitches. “I didn’t say that,” he rasps. “But I would need a special reward, perhaps.”

I gently stroke his hard cock up and down and lean forward to let the nipple stroke his cheek. “A reward? But I don’t have anything to give you.”

“Can I suggest something?” he asks, trying to catch the nipple in his mouth.

“Maybe,” I tease as I keep the nipple just out of his reach.

Anter’az explodes out of the water and grabs me. I squeal as he lifts me out of the tub and up to his face, water splashing everywhere and the air suddenly cold on my skin.

“I suggest ,” he growls, eyes blazing, “that we get out of the bathtub and make our way to the fire, where there are skins and furs to lie on. Then I suggest you lie down on your back and open your legs.”

His suddenly forceful manner makes me gasp. I should never forget that while he is a healer and the kindest man I’ve met, he’s also a caveman with immense strength and a personality powerful enough to stand up to his own tribe.

“Yes,” I squeak, all kinds of heat washing through me and ending up where it counts the most. I hadn’t seen this side of him yet, and I really like it.

He throws me over one shoulder and walks through the cave while we leave a wet trail on the stone.

At the fire he puts me down on my back, and I dutifully spread my legs the way he wanted. I love that he’s taking charge like this, that he has more of the caveman inside him than I’d seen. At the same time it scares me just a little bit, and that adds to the thrill.

Cool water drips on me from his head when he looks into my eyes. “Spread more.”

“Yes,” I rasp and obey, hard tingles shooting through me and the breath catching in my throat.

This time his cock slides into me faster, widening the tunnel and making it accept the invasion.

I moan and whimper like the most over-acting pornstar, but this is all real. He’s taking me the way he wants to, hard and fast. And I have no choice but to come along for the whole ride.

My sounds echo from the hollow and from the big cave behind us. There may be no better place for sex on all of planet Xren.

His thrusts are hard, but with a cock like his, it’s just as pleasurable as the other times. Even more so, maybe, because I think this is what it was made for - hard and fast. My whole pelvis heats up and the climax can’t be too far away. Too soon! I don’t want this to end yet.

“Wait,” I plead. “Slow.”

He slows down, but still each thrusts is firm and determined. It’s as if he wants to breed me. And it’s not like I’d be the first of the girls to have that happen to me…

“Stop,” I ask, breathing hard. “I want something else.”

His thrusting stops, but he stays inside me. I’ve never seen eyes shoot fire like his are doing right now. “What?”

I slide off him and turn around, lowering my head and putting my butt up for him. “Like this.”

He penetrates me again, one hand squeezing my butt and the other on my back, keeping me down.

“Ooohh…” I groan, surprised at how incredible this feels. And of course, this way, my noises echo more from the hollow. “Fuck me!”

He does, too, taking his pleasure from me and giving it back a hundredfold. Because this is better than anything I’ve had before.

“My woman,” he growls as he takes me. “ Mine. ”

“Yes,” I agree, loving his deep possessiveness. “Yours!”

The words resonate from the big hollow, scandalously loud. But I don’t care. I want this whole murderous planet to know that I’m winning, despite its efforts to keep me down.

“Mine!”

“Yours!”

The climax comes sneaking up on me this time. When Anter’az’s second caveman cock comes stroking, it pushes me into the bliss. “Yes!” I scream, my voice full of joy when it echoes back to me.

“Mine!” Anter’az thunders, his voice mixing with mine in the most wonderful sound I’ve ever heard.

I shake with the climax, hearing my own uncontrolled screams as his cock pulsates inside me as he comes with a roar of triumph that everyone within earshot will think is a dinosaur making a kill.

“I love you,” I whimper as the orgasm keeps washing through me, and the sound is returned very clearly.

“I love you too,” Anter’az replies, loud. “Always. Always mine .”

Oh dear. How can I ever be without this again?

Maybe it can work. With me and him. Just maybe.

Because now, it pretty much has to.

- - -

A nter’az comes back to the campfire, his hair dripping wet. “Now what?”

“Sit there,” I tell him and point to the skin on the ground where he’ll be well lit up by the morning sun.

He sits down and looks at me expectantly. “No need to take it all off. Just this much.” He shows me an inch with his fingers.

“Of course,” I lie. “No more than that.”

The comb still struggles with his tangled hair, but I apply a generous amount of freshly squeezed nuts, and that helps more than I thought it would. Finally I can carefully run the comb through the length of his hair, wet with both water and oil. I have no idea if this is what professionals do, but they almost certainly have better ways of dealing with hair like this. I only took up hairdressing because the girls in the tunnel begged me. “There’s lot of old sap up here. Maybe you should wear a hat, too?”

“Maybe not, ” he says with finality.

“ Suit yourself,” I say in English. “How does that feel?” I ask as I massage his scalp, enjoying the smell of the flower-infused nut oil and contemplating using it on the girls when I return.

“Very nice,” the caveman rumbles. “I could sit here forever.”

“Hopefully I’ll be quicker than that,” I quip and start with the scissors. It’s hard going, because his hair strands are thick and the oil makes everything slippery. But I enjoy the process a great deal, turning his uncared-for locks into something more suitable for polite company. The cut hair drops to the ground around him, and I discreetly kick it out of his sight as much as I can.

But there’s no danger, because Anter’az behaves like an experienced salon-goer and just stares ahead and out at his rocky hollow.

It helps me gain confidence in my plan, so I start cutting for real.

“Tell me about Earth,” he says. “Your old planet.”

I have some idea what cavemen are interested in about Earth, so I talk about the cities and the masses of people and that about half are women. Talking about cars and the Internet usually only gathers empty stares, so I keep the lecture focused on the human sides, with a little bit of lions and whales and ancient dinosaurs thrown in.

“Such a strange planet,” Anter’az finally says, overwhelmed. “And half are women! Surely it must be the happiest place there has ever been.”

I snip some final stray hairs. “Umm. Not everyone thinks so. Don’t move.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Well, don’t move anyway.” I know the oil isn’t going to help make his hair fluffy and messy, but maybe I can make it less lank. I massage the experimental, soap-like fluid from the leaf into his hair and do my best. And by the end, I’m pretty happy with the result. It’s messy, with strands falling haphazardly over his forehead and the sides of his face. The mix of dark and blond in his hair is downright breathtaking. He still looks wild and untamed, but there’s more care in it now. He could walk into any bar on the Upper East Side and be received with admiring stares from every woman in the place. “There. Now you look like you live in tribe, not in a tree.”

He stretches and looks down. “That felt like it went on for a long— but you cut more than we agreed!” He picks up a few strands and stare at them.

“But look!” I tell him quickly, showing him the mirror-like reflection in the polished blade of the scissors. “It looks so manly!”

He squints into the tiny reflection. “I already knew I was a man. Hmm.” He runs one hand through his hair and lets it fall back. “Manly, you say?”

“Oh, very manly,” I assure him. “And… beautiful! Yes. Very beautiful.”

A smile plays at the corner of his mouth as he admires himself in the scissor blade. “My tribesmen will be astonished.”

“Of course,” I tell him. “So you don’t hate it?”

He hands the scissors back. “I don’t. And it makes it easier to move my head.” Reaching out, he places one hand on my cheek and kisses me. “Thank you.”

His touch and the relief that he’s okay with the hairstyle makes me heat up. “But of course I not do this for free. I expect my reward.” I let my hand slide down his loincloth until it encounters his hard bulge. “And here it is.”

He stands up and puts his hands on his hips. “Unwrap it, then.”

I simply lift his loincloth and reveal the double cock that keeps giving me so much enjoyment. It’s just about eye level. And the only natural thing to do with it is to take it in my mouth.

I open wide and close my lips around the head of his marvelous caveman cock.

His sharp intake of breath tells me that this was unexpected. “Oh…”

I look up at him. “You like?”

He has a shocked look on his face. “I… Alba…”

I think that’s a ‘yes’, so I add some tongue to wet the head, knowing that I can’t take that much in because it’s quite a thick rod he’s got. Still, I’m able to set up a decent in-and-out motion while I slide both hands down his shaft and mirror the movement further down.

His cockhead is smooth and warm in my mouth, alive and twitching. I can’t turn my head to look up at him while I blow him, but that’s something I think he’ll appreciate next time.

“Oh… Alba… that’s going to…”

It’s not that I don’t want him to come, it’s just that I want him to come somewhere else. And he’s not the only one who’s ready.

I slide my lips of him, kiss the tip and turn around while I pull my dress up in the back, opening myself for his conquest. “Take me.”

He kneels behind me and pushes in, as easily as if he’d done it many times before. Which by now he has, of course.

“Yes,” I whimper in a thin voice. “Harder!” I think he was close, so it probably won’t take him long to finish this time. It’s fine if I don’t come right now, but…

He grabs my hips and fucks me slowly and surely, being in no hurry. And as usual, I’m getting there before he does, because that’s the way he likes it. The moment his second cock touches my over-excited clit, it pushes me over the edge.

“Oooh…” I moan as I come on his cock, being filled up and taken. The echoes from the hollow are loud and wild, totally primal. My screams turn me on totally and make the orgasm last longer than I thought possible.

Exhausted, I turn around and curl up. “That was a good reward.”

Anter’az runs his hand through his hair. “It’s only fair. You did make me beautiful.”

- - -

T he next day is cloudy and Anter'az wants to go hunting. He carefully sharpens his sword on a stone he's brought. “I keep telling my tribesmen to have sharp blades. I must make sure mine is, too.”

“How you hunt with that?” I ask, genuinely interested. “Why not bow and arrow? Or spear?”

“A spear is better for hunting,” he concedes. “Some men master many weapons. But I have spent my time doing other things than practicing spear hunting.”

“You hit the rekh with my spear,” I remind him. “Look like you know how to use it.”

He replaces the sword in its sheath. “It was an open clearing. Throwing spears is easy when there's nothing in the way. But the creatures I hunt will not often be out of hiding.”

“Can I come along?” I ask on impulse, wanting to see how a real hunter does it but also feeling my addiction to being around him and his bubble of safety.

He runs his hand through his hair in the sexiest way. “I think you’ll be safer here in the cave.”

But the girls sometimes call me the crazy one, and once I get an idea about something I want, I do my best to get it. “I think I’m safe with you, too. I want to see how you hunt. Maybe one day I need to know.”

“I will make sure you never need to know,” he growls.

The implication is clear — he wants us to be together, too. It sends a wave of warmth through me. And yet, I’ve got this into my mind. “I promise I will be careful and quiet and not get in your way.”

He sighs. “Very well. You can come along. But only if you try to do some hunting yourself. Sharpen your spear and your knife.”

I do as he says, although the spear he made for me is still as pointy as a sewing needle.

We’re only bringing empty sacks for the meat, so I’m confident we won’t be away from the cave.

The vral is still in his web, and I’m starting to worry about what he might do if he doesn’t catch something soon. Will he go looking for prey, perhaps the kind of prey that keeps walking under his web? Or will he make his web larger so that he catches us in it?

The jungle is dark and humid, even more oppressively hot and dank than usual. Moisture keeps dripping on us, and I almost worry more about Anter’az’s new hairstyle than my own. But he’s given me a thin leather sheet that I’ve tied around my head. It doesn’t cover all my hair the way a wide-brimmed hat would, but it’s much better than nothing.

I walk in Anter’az’s footsteps, grateful he’s walking slowly with a step length I can manage. We seem really quiet to me, even more so than usual. He takes us in a new direction, and soon we’re in a valley between two gentle hills. Even I understand why we’re here — if we prefer walking in this valley, then smaller prey animals will, too.

Anter’az motions for me to stay still. He goes on, very slowly, barely moving.

In between the trees there’s a vague spot of white. It could be the creature that looks like an alien sheep and which is the main source of furs in the tribes. It also has mutton-like meat, which we girls are grateful for. Dinosaur meat is sometimes the only thing on the menu, but it’s stringy and sour.

Anter’az calmly lays his sword back over one shoulder and throws it, spinning it through the air. There’s a meaty thud, and the white shape I saw slowly keels over.

I watch from a little distance as he guts the sheep-like creature and stuffs the meat into his pack. “I think we only need this one,” Anter’az says as he shoulders the pack, so full of meat it bulges. “It’s so big it will give us food for many days. Usually we hunt six every time, but that’s for the whole tribe.”

“So we are finish?” I ask hopefully, ready to return to the coolness of the cave and maybe a hot bath later, with everything it entails.

“Let’s find some roots, too,” Anter’az says as we start walking back. “They are closer to the cave. And I did say you have to do some hunting of your own. Perhaps we can find one more of these.”

I nod, wanting to obey the strict rule about being quiet in the jungle. This is a life I could easily get used to. A couple of hours of hunting and gathering every three days or so, staying in to make things and experiment for two days, hot baths on demand, a never softening caveman to enjoy whenever I want… It’s hard to imagine a much better life on this planet. Or any planet, for that matter.

As we make our way back to the cave, I try to think of ways to stay with Anter’az without involving his tribe too much. Or at all, if that’s possible, since they fear and hate me so much. Maybe if he’s cast out, that’s the best that could happen? I’m sure he’d be accepted into the Borok or the Tretter tribe, or if they won’t take him for reasons of caveman politics, surely the Foundlings would be happy to take us in. We wouldn’t even need to live in their village, only visit from time to time. Or they could visit us in the hollow, or even settle nearby. The possibilities are looking pretty good.

We dig up roots and pick leaves for experimentation later. It’s starting to look like a really good evening.

When I start to recognize the trees and realize we’re almost home, Anter’az stops and bends down to look at the ground. It looks the same as always to me, but I tiptoe closer to see what it is.

Anter’az suddenly straightens and draws his sword. Whirling around, his eyes widen and he throws the blade towards me in an awkward movement. I spin around on reflex. There’s a wooden thwack as the sword hits something behind me. At the same time I get a soft punch at the small of my back.

Turning around, I see a face in the bushes. All I can see is that it’s a caveman. A Krast caveman, because he scrambles to his feet and runs wildly away, his green stripes clearly visible.

Anter’az roars and sprints after the newcomer, yanking his sword out of a root as he passes.

I touch my hand to the spot on my back where something hit me. My dress is cut open back there, and my hand touches a loose, wet skin flap that stings like crazy. When my hand comes back it’s red with blood.

“Damn,” I manage when I realize I’ve been cut. On the ground in front of me there’s a spear that’s not mine, the head wide and leaf-shaped. It must have grazed me at an angle, and not hit me full on. If it had, it might have cut my spine. Only Anter’az’s quick defensive throw of the sword saved me, forcing me to turn and deflecting the spear.

I notice I’m still holding my own weapon, so I back up into a tree trunk in case there are other enemies here.

I feel warm fluid running down into my butt crack, and the cut is really starting to burn.

There’s great commotion in the distance. I recognize Anter’az’s voice, loud and deep.

After a few minutes I spot him, coming back with a solid grip on the assassin’s hair and the sword ready to cut the other man’s throat.

The captive splutters and whines, but Anter’az has a deadly look in his eyes as he approaches. “Are you all right, my love?” His voice is flat.

I show him the wound. “Not quite.”

He growls deep in his throat. “Do you see that wound, tribesman? That’s your death you’re looking at.”

“No!” the attacker pleads. “She’s still standing! It’s only a small cut!”

“You wanted to kill her,” Anter’az states, his stare stiff and lethal. “Did you think the tribe would honor you?”

“They will!” the man protests. “Any Krast man has a duty to kill the alien females! You do too, Anter’az! Run her thorough with your sword, and you’re certain to be chief!”

“Ah, so that’s what you think, Tarat’ex. You want to be chief!” Anter’az drags the other along, towards the cave.

Only now do I get a good look at the man he’s holding. It’s the man I think is in charge of the food and the tables in the village.

I’m not sure what to do, so I just follow, feeling a little light-headed. The wound starts to sting with each step I take.

Tarat'ex begs and pleads while Anter’az drags him under the vral’s web. But this time, he stops. “Look at my vral, Tarat'ex! Is he not magnificent?”

Tarat'ex whimpers at the sight of the vral in its web. “No, tribesman! Let me go! I won’t tell!” His voice is shrill and panicked, and he tries to pull away. But Anter’az is stronger, and he has a good grip on the man’s belt.

“You deserve no better,” Anter’az grunts as he lifts his tribesman up in the air. “The vral will sting you and keep you alive while it slowly sucks out your insides. I shall check on you every day and feed you to make it last. Until there’s no more left of you.” He heaves the man higher until the lowest strand of the web is only an inch from his head.

“Please!” Tarat'ex squeals. “Tribesman!”

The vral quickly turns its snake-like head towards us.

“No!” I hear myself say. I don’t think Anter’az is quite in control of himself, acting from an icy fury. “Don’t do it, my love! The vral will choke on his filthy skin. Let’s stay friends with our guard and not feed him trash!” I’m not sure what that came from, but I’m not complaining. It sounded pretty good, exactly something a cavewoman might say. Or someone channeling Cersei from Game of Thrones .

“Your victim pleads your case,” Anter’az hisses. “That’s how low you’ve fallen. Even Woman Alba takes pity on you after you tried to murder her!” He unceremoniously drops the man to the ground. “How noble she is compared to your pitiful form! But you’re a useless killer. Your spear only grazed Woman Alba. And the rock you dropped only grazed me . What is the penalty for trying to kill a tribesman, Tarat'ex? Is it being cast out? I think it is!”

Tarat'ex squirms at his feet. “No! I didn’t try to kill you, Anter’az! It was the woman! Not you!”

Anter’az gives me a little glance, back in control of himself. “So it was you who dropped it. Where did you drop it from?”

“From the top of the Hill!” Tarat'ex shrieks. “I climbed down on the dark side, out of sight!”

“Very well, I shall tell the Elders before they select the new chief at full moon. They never doubt my word because I have never spoken an untruth. Have you, Tarat'ex?” Anter’az bends down, grabs the other man again, and tosses him headfirst into a bush. “Now be on your way! We will keep your spear. Woman Alba will use it to hunt rekh with!”

Tarat'ex whimpers and whines as he extricates himself from the sticky bush and staggers out of sight.

Anter’az looks at the vral, then at me. “I hope that was wise. He may well try again.”

“Then we will kill him in the act, not after,” I state, feeling grim but not wanting to see Anter'az downright murder someone. “In honorable combat.”

He gives me a tight smile. “My love is a seasoned warrior now. Turn around.”

I do as he says, and his hisses between his teeth. “He has you bleeding! I can still catch him.”