My body goes limp, even my legs are too exhausted to tremble. I’m gasping for breath, my pussy more sensitive than ever.
He dips his head forward to continue and my whole body convulses when his warm breath tickles my swollen lips. “No,” I gasp, placing a foot on his broad shoulder. I push him away with my foot. He’s like a mountain that doesn’t move, but I slide backward, scraping my back on the rough rock.
He smiles as he lets me go. I just close my eyes as he takes my foot in his hands and gently kisses it.
Wow. I underestimated this guy.
He drew three orgasms from me with ease. I squeeze my knees closed and curl up on my side as the warmth still swirls through my tingling pussy.
I moan as he massages my feet in his skillful hands. This is the life.
When my legs finally recover, I open my eyes and smile when I see how focused he is on massaging my feet.
We’re both so wrapped up in each other’s bodies to notice the presence until it’s too late.
We make it easy for him.
Creepe just strolls up to Pontuck and slides the sharp edge of his stone ax to his throat.
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Pontuck’s eyes turn from loving to furious in the blink of an eye. He stares up at Creepe with an intensity that makes my heart pound even harder than it did from the third orgasm.
“Juipot quierty sa ben wasedrt,” Creepe says with a grin on his face. He’s holding the razor-sharp ax against the soft skin of Pontuck’s neck.
My adrenaline spikes and my stomach turns rock hard as I look from blue giant to blue giant. They’re talking in rushed angry tones but I can’t understand either of them.
“Huwert po qaretile sed, Rolanda,” Pontuck spits out, placing a protective hand on my leg. He glares at Creepe as he pulls me towards him in a possessive way.
Creepe smirks as he turns his vile eyes onto my naked body. His lips curl up into a smirk as his eyes travel over my breasts and down towards my sex.
A guttural war cry erupts from Pontuck as he slams his hand into the handle of Creepe’s ax sending it flying into the river. It disappears below the surface as my blue boyfriend explodes out of the water and lands between me and Creepe.
“SAKULA RESDA, MY ROLANDA!” he shouts in a sexy booming voice. I scramble to my bare feet, feeling very naked. The two aliens look like they’re about to fight to the death over me and I’m not about to sit around and watch. I’m not the type of girl who is going to lay back and watch her man fight for her. I’ll roll up my sleeves and help.
I am the predator. I am the killer.
Pontuck pounces forward and the two giants collide like mountains. I can feel the impact in my bones and it makes me hesitate.
My Brazilian jiu-jitsu will be useless against Creepe, my boxing a joke. But I do have something that can stop him.
I run over to where my bow and arrow is lying on the riverbank. Pontuck and Creepe are throwing punches, each one landing with devastating impact. Pontuck cracks Creepe’s jaw with a vicious uppercut just as I turn away. I fumble with the arrow, trying to put it on the bow but my hands are shaking with nerves. I’ve been in so many fights before but there was usually a referee to stop it once things got serious. This here is life and death. The stakes are much higher than just a gold plated belt.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves as I raise the bow and arrow and aim it at Creepe’s chest just like Pontuck taught me.
They’re moving so fast and it’s hard to keep my sights locked on him. Pontuck keeps moving in front of him as they fight, obscuring my view.
“Shit,” I gasp as Creepe pulls a knife out of his boot and swings it at my man. Pontuck is weaponless; his boots are beside me on the riverbank with the knife tucked inside.
The two warriors collide with a thud and Pontuck grabs Creepe’s arm, struggling to keep the knife away from his body. His face is strained, his muscles tight. He didn’t sleep all of last night and I wonder how much strength he has left in him.
His eyes catch sight of mine holding the bow with the deadly arrow pointed at them.
“Shoot him, my beautiful Rolanda,” he says, clenching his jaw as Creepe slams a knee into his stomach. “Let the arrow fly!”
Pontuck thinks I can do it. He believes in me.
It gives me the burst of confidence that I need. I hold my elbow up like he taught me and narrow my eyes on Creepe, aiming for his muscular chest. My breath is steady, my nerves under control. I can do it. I’m sure of that now.
My hands are no longer shaking. I get ready to take the shot. Shoulders back, chest out, chin high. I pull the arrow back until the string is dangerously tight and the arrow is begging to be released.
Creepe spins Pontuck around and holds the dagger to his throat. It’s now or never.
I take a deep breath and hold it, just like Pontuck taught me. Everything is so clear. The stone arrow tip, the target of muscular flesh. I release the arrow and watch it fly towards the enemy.
Only it sinks into Pontuck’s thigh instead.
“Ow!” he screams as I cringe.