Page 21 of Infala: Her Alien Protector
“What do we do?”
“There’s a cavern just ahead.”
“Where? I can’t see it.”
“Trust me. My runes help me see farther than you can.”
“I trust you. Just hurry!”
He did, grabbing an armload of dead branches as he did. Maria didn’t bother asking what he was doing. She’d already trusted him with her life this far and wasn’t about to start second-guessing him now. It was five miserable minutes until they reached the safety of the cavern. Really, calling it a cavern was giving the rocky overhang more credit than it deserved. But it was shelter, and it was dry, and that was all that mattered.
Zepharos dropped the wood and began setting up two of the longer pieces of that had smaller branches jutting out. He then started to undress.
“Strip,” he said matter-of-factly.
“What was that?”
“We need to get out of these wet clothes,” he explained, wringing out his shirt as best he could then hanging it on the branch. He then moved on to his boots, trousers, and underpants, standing stark naked in front of her.
Maria swallowed hard.
Jesus, look at this guy, she couldn’t help but marvel.
He was built, she already knew, but seeing him like this in all his glory? The way the last rivulets of water were running from his hair down his torso, streaming off the end of his girthy cockas it swung lazily between his legs? It was enough to take her mind off the chill, at least for a minute.
Maria caught herself staring and looked away before he noticed.
She turned and started to undress, shivering from the cold but knowing logically that even though she’d be shedding layers, soaked as they were, they weren’t doing her any good right now. Rather than insulating her, they were merely compounding her chill, and that simply would not do.
A flash of light sparked from behind her followed by a glorious burst of warmth across her exposed back. She turned to look over her shoulder to find he had crouched down and made a hasty teepee of wood and managed to ignite it despite it being wet. The flame had an odd violet coloring to it, she noted, and a slightly chemical smell.
He used something to make it burn even when it’s wet, she realized, hurrying to shed the rest of her clothes and get closer to the fire.Thank heavens he’s resourceful.
She wrung out her clothes and moved around him, brushing against him as she hung her clothes to dry. His skin was actually cold for a change, the day spent in the rain too much for even his furnace of a body to heat, it seemed. But he was warming quickly, and his skin was already nearly dry. His cock was growing as well, hanging low and hitting the stone beneath him where he squatted as the warmth relaxed it to what was apparently its normal, and very impressive length.
Damn. That thing is a beast. I can’t help but wonder?—
“Don’t get too close,” he said.
Shit.
“What was that?” she said, looking anywhere but between his legs.
“You need to be careful,” he said, nodding to the fire. “I knowit feels good, but your skin is desensitized. We wouldn’t want you to burn yourself.”
“Ah, yeah, the fire. Thanks.”
Zepharos rose to his feet, his manhood swinging casually into his thigh with a thud. Incredibly, he was keeping his eyes averted, not once looking at the naked woman so close by. He slid on his boots but left his clothes hanging where they were then headed toward the exit and the pouring rain.
“Where are you going?”
“Our supplies are running low. I saw some berries growing nearby when we arrived. I’ll gather what I can.”
“But you said it’s not safe. You said it could flood.”
“The berries are close by, and the terrain will direct any flash flooding off that way,” he said, pointing to his right. He then gestured to his left. “I, on the other hand, am going over there.”
“But you’re naked.”
