Even so, he continued bestowing the same slow in-and-out rhythm into her vagina. Prickles evolved at the base of her spine, branching to different areas. Pressure continued building in her belly and chest. During each forward glide of his penis the force intensified, creating a sluggish burn.
Everything moved in slow motion. The pressure. The manner in which it increased. His lips patting her mouth. His hips. Especially his hips as they worked his cock in and out. “Bron…to.” She even spoke languidly.
“I’m here,” he breathed against her lips, withdrawing his penis until only the tip remained inside before he began to lazily insert it again.
Tremors wavered through her shoulders, and oh gosh, the tingly pressure burst in her chest. Her belly twitched and vaginal walls constricted, pulling him deeper and deeper. He groaned. Rather than pump her insides during the internal contractions, he moved deep and circled his hips around and around.
She gasped as the tip of his cock wedged against a mass of nerves. Sparkly lights danced through her mind. Her back arched. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tightly.
“I love you, Ivy,” he crooned into her ear then paused to nibble her neck. “I love you.”
His voice was a distant melody and his words were the lyrics. She’d never tire of hearing them.
A low grunt escaped from his throat. His hips jerked. Then his hot seed erupted inside her.
For a long while he lay holding her. She wasn’t sure exactly how long but she heard typical nightly sounds starting to occur outside the hut. Crickets chirping. Wolves howling. It’d be really nice to stand in the meadow and listen to the calming hum of the dinosaurs talking. During the past few days she’d noticed many things she hadn’t before. But she became attuned to things she once considered unimportant.
She no longer took life for granted. It was a hard lesson but anything could happen. She thought she’d always be secure and protected when with Bronto but the aliens proved that wasn’t so. They’d abducted her while he was right outside the door. They hadn’t appeared since that day but Vulcan said it didn’t mean they’d all perished. He told the people to remain on guard and always watch their backs.
Bronto rolled off her onto his side and partially rose on his hip. He reached for her frock, presumably to pull it down. “Dear God, Ivy,” he said aghast but he retracted his hand and whipped upright, staring at her tummy. “What did they do to you?”
She gulped. How could she be so careless? She’d done her best trying to keep the wound hidden. Why’d she slip up now? “It’s just a scratch,” she said while trying to adjust the cloth but he grabbed her hand and squeezed.
“It’s not just a scratch.” He lifted her fingers to his lips and kissed the back sides. “It’s infected.”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
He bent over her waist and pressed along the outer edge of the inflamed wound. She winced and flinched and nearly flew off the ground from the intense pain. “Oww.”
“I thought it didn’t hurt.”
“It didn’t until you pressed on it.”
“What did they use to cut you?”
She turned her head and glanced at the ground. “Their claws.”
She sensed him staring at the side of her face but she refused to answer his silent questions. Then he stood and she saw his shadow moving within the firelight illuminated along the back wall.
The door groaned when he pulled it open. She gazed across the hut. He’d dressed in his loincloth and had stepped just outside the doorway but remained within her view.
“Jade?” he called.
She was either nearby or inside her hut because she answered immediately. “Yes, Bronto?”
“Can you do me a favor, please?”
“Of course. What is it?”
“Will you bring me bandages and antibiotic cream, please?”
What’s that?
“Sure. I’ll be right there.”
When he returned he knelt down beside Ivy and covered her lower body with a fur. The entire jagged scratch was even redder and more swollen than it was earlier in the day. A yellow streak where the claws broke the skin stretched along the center. “You shouldn’t have disturbed Jade for this,” she said.
“She was sitting outside her hut with Rocko. I won’t keep her long.”
With Rocko? It was nice to hear he no longer shunned her. Carrying his child while he ignored her would’ve been painful to endure. Ivy didn’t wish such behavior on Jade.
“Bronto, may I come in?” Jade asked from the door.
“Yes.”
She entered, carrying two bottles that resembled lotion and two white rolls of something. She smiled adoringly at Ivy before handing the supplies to Bronto. “What did you do?”
As Bronto nudged his chin at Ivy’s belly, Jade’s gaze followed. Her mouth dropped open and she sat down at Ivy’s side. “What happened to you, baby doll?” she asked, gazing at the wound. With a gentle hand she pressed around the edges.
Again Ivy winced.
“Alien claws,” Bronto responded.
Ivy swallowed. “I think they wanted to cut out my organs as they had the other women.”
“Dear Lord,” Jade gasped. “Bronto, why hadn’t you told me?”