S1 Week 1 EP 22

Garak eyed me, then the path, and then, without warning, picked me up and gave me a piggyback ride.

With my body pressed against him and with the movement of his body as he walked, my clit and mound rubbed against him in a most delicious way.

Unable to help myself, I licked his neck, hoping to taste him, and then ran my tongue along his trapezoid muscle until it hit the base of his ear.

He moaned, and his cock sprang to life.

“Oh, you like that, huh, big guy?” I nipped at his neck. “Then how about this?”

My hand slipped down to his abs and then his cock, and then I massaged his balls.

He growled, and I could feel his muscles tense.

“Oh, you like that too?” I stroked his shaft, and a bead of pre-cum formed. “I bet you’d love to fuck me right here, right now.”

That was all it took for him to go into a feeding frenzy. He ripped me from his back, then lifted me and dropped me to the ground.

My hands hit the dirt, and my knees followed suit. But before I could get a word out, his cock pushed into my sex.

“Whoa, there.” I turned and eyed him.

His cock slipped into my sex to the hilt, and he didn’t stop until I had every inch of him deep inside my pussy.

“God, you’re so big.”

He didn’t respond other than a grunt and then started fucking me like a wild beast.

His cock took me to the edge and back again. And then, just when I thought he’d cum, he pulled out.

I squealed and moaned in pain.

“Please. Fuck me. I need you.”

He wasted no time. Scooping me up in his arms, his cock was once more inside me, then his lips on my tit.

The bastard was both fucking and milking me. He milked me right there as he walked.

“Fuck. You’re making me cum.”

And that he did, making me cum not once but twice.

His cock grew, then swelled, and then he did something so wild, so primal that I wanted to strangle him and fuck him at the same time.

He fucked me until I was so raw that my muscles ached. My sex was inflamed, and I was flying high in orbit for a third time.

After that, I must have passed out.

The next thing I knew, we were at a clearing, and Garak set me down in an area filled with what looked like cave dwellings built into the side of a mountain face.

People, like Garak, milled about, collecting food, chopping wood, or tending to children.

It wasn’t as if I knew what the hell was going on, but at that moment, it dawned on me that he had a family.

“So, this is home, huh?” I looked around in awe. “Not bad.”

Garak grunted, his eyes falling on the fire ring. He made a motion with his hand, and I had no clue what he was trying to convey. His gestures were as alien to me as his silence.

Where was the eager, almost communicative Garak from before?

“Oh, you want me to sit,” I hazarded a guess, crossing my arms.

He grunted again, more insistent this time, and pointed at the communal firepit. The flicker of flames cast eerie shadows on his rugged features, making him look even more primitive and unreadable.

“Yeah, okay. I get it. You want me to sit.” I plopped down on one of the makeshift stone seats, more out of curiosity than compliance.

*What’s his deal?*

He sure as shit could use his words—or at least his attempts at them. My mind raced, trying to decode his sudden change in demeanor.

Had I done something to piss him off?

Or was he just playing a different game now?

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” I glared up at him, then cast a quick, anxious glance at the men of the tribe who were starting to gather around. Their eyes held a mix of anticipation and something else that made my skin prickle.

Garak leaned over me, his massive frame casting a shadow that blotted out the fire's warm glow.

For a moment, I thought he would whisper something, maybe finally explain what was going on. But then his lips, oh, his lips found my tit, and all my thoughts were silenced by the sudden, electric rush of contact.

My first instinct was to push him away.

This was different.

This was public.

The whole damn tribe could see us. But I hesitated, my hands hovering uselessly above his shoulders as conflicting desires battled it out in my head.

“Oh, fuck it,” I muttered, more to myself than to him, and leaned back. “Have at it.”

His mouth worked hungrily, needily, and I could feel the tension in my body start to uncoil.

The warmth of the fire and the cool night air created a bizarre, almost surreal contrast on my skin. My eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, I was somewhere else—anywhere but here—lost in the simple, animal pleasure of his suckling.

He took his time, longer than usual, as if savoring each draw.

My nipples were already tender from our earlier sessions, and every tug sent a mix of pain and ecstasy shooting through me.

I bit my lip, trying to contain the sounds that threatened to spill out.

How had it come to this?

Just a few days ago, I was a rational human being, and now I was some fuck toy, a plaything, letting a caveman take me in front of his entire tribe.

I opened my eyes and looked down at Garak.

His eyes were closed, his expression one of pure, unguarded need. It struck me that this wasn't just about feeding or fucking for him. There was something deeper, something almost spiritual, in the way he consumed me.

Does he care for me?

Does he even have the capacity to understand what caring means?

Or am I just projecting my confused feelings onto him?