Page 7 of Caveman Alien’s Terror (Caveman Aliens #25)

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- Praxigor -

“It’s not an agreeable place,” I inform her. “But then, that’s true for this entire planet. And possibly for all the planets in this dump of a solar system. What was your name again, Curly? Astra?”

The female looks up at me with the tiniest little frown on her face. “Astrid.”

“Ah.”

I hear the enemy monster still making its panicked way through the woods. It’s a ridiculous creature, but even I recognize that it would have killed and eaten this little woman. It should be no concern of mine that one inferior being kills another, but for some reason I exerted effort to chase the attacker away. I would normally not have done that. Why am I taking an interest in this female? To the point of casually giving her erotic satisfaction with my tongue? Apart from her being a virgin, of course. That does have some allure, but doesn’t explain it.

And now, I’m even tempted to stay with her and see to it that no other assault takes place.

“It must be the novelty of the thing,” I tell myself. “Nothing else on this rock interests me in the least. She’s the first sentient female I’ve met here. Even that is enough for me in this pitiful, gold-less state. I find her too precious to die meaninglessly. Alas that I’ve fallen so far!”

Astrid looks up at me with eyes that have gone glassy again. “I don’t understand.”

Hmm. I must have spoken in my own private language, not understandable to others.

“No need to bother your little mind with that,” I assure her as a new idea comes to my mind. “I shall allow you to follow me for a while. If you will be perfectly obedient.”

“Where are you going?” she asks, eyes wide.

Her scent is getting stronger, a sweet, heady mix of fear and arousal. And I can’t ignore the pressure in my own pants. “You’ll see. If you’re good. Right now, let’s see how obedient you can be.”

“What do you mean?” She swallows, and there’s a whiff of fresh excitement in the air.

“Take your hand off your dress,” I command.

She does, and the part I ripped before comes off her shoulder and reveals some very smooth skin. Still the stiff leather hides the nipple.

“Reveal,” I tell her as the tension in my pants increases.

A small, brown hand tugs at the hide to reveal the almost black nipple underneath.

It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, but it’s immensely pleasant to have this woman obey me and to smell her new arousal from it. She’s enjoying this more than I am, although it has a certain appeal to me as well.

“And the other.”

She calmly slides down the shoulder strap on the other side, and the heavy hide of the dress slowly drops, revealing both breasts.

I can’t resist it, so I take one step closer, enjoying her gasp at my sudden movement.

Cupping her newly revealed chest in one hand, I stroke my thumb along the impossibly smooth and soft side. It’s not big, but still remarkably female.

“You’re enjoying this a great deal,” I growl. “So soon after your first climax. You must be extraordinarily needy.”

“It’s been some hard years on Xren,” she replies, her voice hoarse as she glances at my crotch. “You seem to enjoy this, yourself.”

I take hold of one hard nipple and squeeze as punishment. “Did you just turn my comment back on me?”

“It’s obvious,” she moans. “You can’t hide it.”

I look down. Indeed the bulge is very noticeable. “Why would I hide it? I’m a dragon, a male. But you’re a female, and those often try to feign chastity.”

“I’m not good at faking anything,” Astrid says as her fingertips stroke up along my bulge. “It’s one thing we have in common.”

My cock twitches at her touch. When was the last time I had a female of any species touch me like that? I can’t remember. It may have been never. Dragons are not known for their tenderness. Any tryst with them ends with injuries and sometimes death.

I squeeze the other breast. “You may be the cheekiest woman I’ve known. Don’t you know how dangerous it is to be insolent to a dragon?”

“Right now, I don’t care,” she tells me. “You said you wanted me to be obedient. See how obedient I am? Now it’s my turn, dragon. Lower your pants.”

My mind reels. She dares issue commands to me? Where does she find the sheer audacity? I should rip her head off for that degree of disrespect. And yet I can’t deny that it makes me harder. She’s obeying, but also resisting in the most delightful, underhanded way. It must take some bravery. And it amuses me. Could this develop into an actual conquest?

“ You lower them,” I command. “If you’re so eager to be pierced. But know that this weapon can’t be put away without being wetted.”

Small, eager fingers find the drawstring and fumble with it. “I’m counting on it.”

I almost laugh. First she wants to be friends, and then she wants to be penetrated by a dragon!

“Have you lost your mind?” I ask sincerely. “Are you insane? Is that why you’re wandering around the jungle alone, trying to be killed by monsters?”

“I don’t know,” she says as she loosens the knot. “You said I’m crazy before. Aren’t we all a little insane at times?” She slides two fingers under the edge of the fabric and tugs at it.

The pants are tight around my thighs, but Astrid manages to pull them far enough down to where my rod springs out and stands skywards.

I grin when I hear her gasp. She’s never seen a dragon’s manhood before, and it must make quite an impression.

“That’s… very special.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Did you expect anything else?”

She places one cool hand on the shaft. “I didn’t know what to expect.”

Her dark hand on my blue skin looks interesting. And it feels remarkably good. “Now that you see it, what will you do?”

The female adds the other hand. “I was thinking about this.” She bends down and licks up along the length of the shaft, setting off incredible sensations.

“That… is not a bad idea,” I wheeze from sheer surprise.

Then I notice that we’re not alone.

I spin around. “What is it now?! ”

Three slayers are hiding behind trees nearby. I both hear their heartbeats and smell their unwashed bodies. I would have noticed them much sooner if Astrid’s acts hadn’t taken hold of all my senses.

Enraged, I march right over, stiff rod bobbing in the air in front of me. I grab two of them by their throats and lift them off their feet. The third is right in front of me, but turns to run.

“Tarat’ex!” I roar, setting the trees atremble. “What is the meaning of this?!”

His two companions writhe and kick in the air, unable to speak but trying frantically to pry my fingers off their throats.

“We were looking for you, Chief!” the green-striped outcast squeals. “We searched for you through the jungle, then came upon the trail of that woman. We followed it, because there was nothing else to follow. Then… well, we didn’t want to disturb…”

I take a deep breath and let the two men down to the ground. “You did disturb! How dare you spy on your lord and master when he’s with a female!”

“Sorry, Chief. We didn’t want to, of course. It’s highly regrettable that we had no choice.” His smooth voice is thick with untruth.

I should kill all three of them right now. But I’ve invested too much time and effort in my plan to discard these underlings that easily, and the plan is close to fruition.

“Have you completed your task, at least?” I demand as I struggle to replace my still hard rod in my pants.