The Primitive King ~ ON HOLD ~

SEVEN

(This is where I got the inspiration for Iden, though I picture Iden to have regular hair and the red complexion all over(: Feel free to imagine him how you want though! That's the beauty of reading.)

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ALVARA

I woke up to the sounds of the night yet again and found myself wondering how long this darkness would last. I missed the feel of the sun's rays. The silence in the cave indicated Iden was elsewhere, as well as the cooling embers of the fire. I knew the way to the hot springs, and though I didn't have any more soap, a nice soak sounded heavenly.

I stood and stretched, yawning the sleepiness away. I wonder where he went off to?

Cautiously, I peeked out of the cave entrance for any danger. I didn't see any creatures around, so quietly I made my way towards the springs. The night was warm and slightly humid, causing sweat to bead on my brow. My thoughts wandered to my ship and what it would take to get it working again.

There were obvious issues with the stabilization thrusters and the outer panels could use some love. I'd have to sort through my tools and extra parts kept in storage to see what I had to work with. I thought I saw a small toolbox that would be helpful but other than that I didn't really have time to investigate.

My thoughts were halted when I heard a grunt nearby, and knowing I was near the spring I ducked into the brush that kept me well covered with the swirling colors. I crept forward, hearing the grunts and breathing get louder. A splash startled me and was immediately followed by a growl. Whatever was down there was causing quite the commotion.

Basically on all fours, I finally was able to catch a glimpse of what was causing all of the ruckus, and needless to say, I was shocked and rooted to the spot once my eyes landed on him.

There, leaning on a ledge in the spring was Iden. He was unclothed and had his eyes shut tight. Usually, I'd be distracted by his shoulders or abs; and I was tempted by the look on his face to keep my gaze there, but the view below is what really captured my attention.

His large hand was coiled tight around his spear-like cock and was fisting it harshly. Up and down, he thrust into his hand with a harsh rhythm and allowed the most delicious grunts and growls escape his throat, primal sounding as hell.

I felt my breath catch, and instantly an involuntary clenching tingle between my thighs shocked me. A slow ache began to spread, as I studied his appendage with far too much engrossment.

It had to be over a foot long and looked to be as thick as my calf. I've never seen a man naked in person, but I knew I was right with my assumption about his potential in the porn industry. He was salivating, and the growls and rough fucking he gave his hand had my mind going in twelve different directions. All fueled by my fantasies for this absolute beast.

I felt the ache in my most tender spot travel up, through my chest's peaks, and to my cheeks. I was positively pulsing with need, and was ashamed but couldn't resist reaching down to tease myself with my fingers as I watched the show.

A white sticky trail of his precum leaked from the tip, he seemed to switch between viciously fucking his large fist and edging the tip lightly with his fingers. I was so entranced by the display, and when he gasped out "ahhh Alvara!"  my body trembled and clenched hard once. Then twice and then again. I hurriedly slammed two fingers into me, right on pace with Iden as he began furiously fucking his hand once more.