We’ll be safe in there.
It’s dark inside with only soft beams of light filtering in through the falling river. The mighty Turic lays the sleeping creature on the rock floor and stands over her, tilting his head from side to side as he studies her strange body.
She looks so familiar, but so different at the same time.
A tiny gicolat slithers out from behind a rock and heads towards her. The swift Turic rushes forward, stomping on its head, killing it instantly. She’s under Turic’s protection and he can already feel his soum attaching to her.
Whatever she is, she’s mine.
Turic glances around for any more gicolats or other pesky creatures that could harm her as he kneels down beside her. She looks so peculiar but Turic can’t stop staring.
Her hair is the color of dirt and at first Turic thinks it’s caked with mud but as he runs his fingers through it Turic sees that it is clean. She is so odd. Her face is tiny and small like a child but she seems to be full grown. Her nose is only the size of a olarp and her teeth are like that of a windyuller. How can she even eat?
Her arms are like twigs from the enger tree. Short and thin, and easy to snap. They are weak and frail but that just draws Turic closer to her. The need to protect her is growing strong within Turic.
Turic is not familiar with this feeling but he likes it.
For a second Turic thinks that she could be the one but he quickly pushes that thought out of his head. The Drandroka of Turic’s tribe haven’t had mates since the great curse and he won’t be any different. Except, his soum…it’s syncing to her. Turic can feel it thumping deep inside of his chest.
It feels strange but he likes it as well.
Now would be the time to fill her with Turic’s seed, placing a baby inside of her womb. The mighty Turic’s eyes dart to the apex of her legs. Does this pink Sandroka even have a culip?
She’s covered in such strange furs. Turic has never seen anything like them. They’re so thin and frail and Turic laughs when he pictures the ridiculous animal that she took them from.
The skins are as fragile as a leaf and he easily rips them off her smooth body.
Her strange skin is so soft and Turic’s soum thumps even harder as he traces his fingertips over her pink stomach. She has another odd animal skin wrapped over her cressels. The mighty Turic could easily tear it off but he likes it so he just pulls it down instead.
Turic’s mighty cock hardens as he stares down at her naked chest. The tiny buds on her cressels are stiff and sticking up, and it makes Turic swallow hard. They look odd but Turic can’t stop staring. They’re beautiful.
They’re different than the blue cressels of the Sandroka Turic used to see when he was a child but he likes these just as much.
Turic runs his fingertip over them and his hard cock aches as he watches them jiggle. The odd Sandroka stirs, moving her head from side to side while she makes an odd noise.
Turic glances down at the apex between her legs. It’s covered in more strange furs. He has yet to see if this creature has a culip but that will have to wait.
She’s waking up.
This beautiful creature is under the mighty Turic’s protection now and it’s time to show her that. Turic will have to make her feel safe.
He scoops her tiny delicate body up in his arms and holds her there. She feels good.
She is stirring more and Turic starts to get excited. For when she awakes, Turic will ask if she has a culip and if she does, he will complete the mating ritual and thrust a baby into her womb, attaching her to Turic forever.
She opens her eyes that are the color of water and opens her mouth as she stares up at Turic.
Turic doesn’t recognize her expression. Maybe it is the look of love in her tribe.
Her tiny mouth opens and she says something in a weird language. It’s loud and it hurts Turic’s ears. It sounds like the screeching of a popertad only louder with the echoing of the cave.
For such a tiny thing she can make a lot of noise.
Too much noise.
It’s rare but the trunelas can climb onto land if they are really hungry. And Turic saw that yellow fin standing straight up in the air. He looked hungry.
The pink Sandroka doesn’t stop screeching so Turic covers her cute little mouth with his mighty hand.
She doesn’t like that.
At all.
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There’s a hand on my mouth.
Let me say it again in case you missed that. There’s a freaking hand on my mouth!
I bite down as hard as I can but it doesn’t seem to do much. The skin is tough like leather. I can’t pierce it even with another hard chomp.
The man takes - wait, no. Not man. Alien. Beast. Creature. Cookie Monster thing. But definitely not man. He takes his enormous hand off my mouth and looks at me curiously.