“Your bottom?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, Victor.” Her eyes didn’t move from mine as she took her hands away from her magnificent breasts.
She slid her fingers down to her bikini bottom and shook her hips from side to side a bit so that she could shimmy out of it. Then she stood with her hands at her sides as her chest heaved with excited breaths.
“You are beautiful,” I whispered, and a small smile spread across her lips.
“Thank you,” she lowered her eyes at last, and a slight blush came to her cheeks.
“Lay down on the grass,” I said.
“Yes, Victor,” she replied and then she followed my orders.
I took a few steps so that I was standing at her feet. Her hair was spread out beneath her head like the dawn light coming from the sun, and her feline eyes seemed to burn with an internal fire.
Her body was trembling, but I knew it wasn’t from the cold.
“Spread open your legs,” I said.
“Yes, Victor,” she replied, and then her muscular legs opened to show me her womanhood. I’d have expected her to be really hairy down there, but her light layer of fur seemed to recede a bit so that the skin around her lips was smooth.
I knelt down between her open legs and lowered my face to her.
I didn’t really know that much about oral sex, but Sheela had admitted she had only been with one lover, so I guessed that I’d probably blow her mind with my meager mouth skills.
I was correct.
She gasped when my tongue first touched her, but it only took half a minute for her gasps of surprise to turn into low throaty moans of pleasure. Her hands gripped my hair to pull me more into her, and her hips began to buck when I brought my fingers in to play with my tongue. Her orgasm came quicker than I expected, and her powerful legs almost ripped my head from my shoulders when she clamped them around my neck.
“Did you like that?” I asked after her body had stopped thrashing.
“Y-y-y-yes, Victor,” she panted. Her eyes were closed now, but she bit one of her fingers and let out a long throaty moan after she finished answering my question.
I was kneeling between her legs now, and she was more than ready for me. Her eyes opened wide again when I unbuckled my belt, and she sat up a bit so that she could watch me slide into her.
Then both of us were moaning.
For a bit, Sheela and I were lost within each other. There were a million things we both needed to worry about, but the only thing I wanted to focus on was her next climax and what I needed to do to bring her there. I still wasn’t that experienced with sex, but I could read the surprised expressions on her face when I did something she liked, so I just kept doing that until she reached an orgasm. I lost track of the time, or how many times she climaxed. We changed positions a few times until I had her on her knees while I entered her from behind. She really enjoyed this position, and it allowed me to grasp her hips and muscular waist while I thrust into her. She let out a growl of ecstasy when I climaxed inside of her, and then we both collapsed on the grass exhausted.
“Victor…” she muttered into my ear as our arms wrapped around each other.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I will go with you back to your home,” she said. “If we ever can go back. I will be your woman. You are the strongest man I have ever met.”
“I’d like you to come with me,” I said, “but we can stay here if you’d prefer. I just want you to be happy.”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she just kissed me with surprising passion and then moved to put her skimpy outfit back on.
“Yeah,” I moaned. “I guess we should get back. The sun is about to set.”
“Trel will be angry,” Sheela replied as she smiled at me.
“She’ll be fine. She likes you, and I don’t think she’ll mind sharing.”
“Perhaps,” Sheela said with a shrug. “Maybe I do not care if she is mad.”
“Sheela,” I gasped sarcastically. “Are you finally going to tell Trel to fuck off?”
The blonde woman let out a light laugh, and we both climbed back into Bob’s saddle.
A few minutes later, we were back at the camp. Trel and Kacerie shot us worried looks when we returned, but I waved my hands in a way that indicated I didn’t want to talk about the reason we’d been away for so long. Sheela jumped off Bob, and I left the group to guard my three friends while I rode Bob with the other two trikes to get water. The trip was uneventful, and I returned to find the team putting the last bits of clay on the logs.
“Damn, you all have gotten fast at this,” I said.
“Of course!” Trel beamed at me. “It is actually Kacerie. She isn’t as stupid as I first thought.”
“Hey!” the pink-haired woman shouted from where she put the clay on the last log.
“That’s a compliment!” Trel shouted back. “You are almost as smart as me!”
Kacerie narrowed her eyes at the spider-woman and smirked before she went back to her task.
Sheela was starting the fires on the logs, and I walked with Trel as she moved to the other side of the log.
“What about the door?” I asked as Trel handed me one of our fire making hand drills.
“I’ve got a good solution,” she said as we both set our drills next to the tinder in the chopped out nook of the log. “The logs we are using for the wall are six feet or so in diameter, and my circle design will ensure that they all support each other. However, the door will become the weak part. I’d like to use ten foot wide vertical posts for the entryway. We’ll cut notches in the bottom and then lay a horizontal support beam in the ground--”
“In addition to the dirt?” I asked as I spun the drill in my hand. All of us were practically magicians with the drills by now, and my tinder began smoking in less than ten seconds of me spinning the rod in my hand.
“Yes,” she replied. “It might not be needed, but I want to ensure any horizontal pressure on the door archway will be transmitted to the rest of the wall. I’ll do the same thing at the top of the twin posts. I’ll take another large log and then set it horizontally between them as a brace. The idea is that any pressure on the walls will continue to push through the entire structure instead of being halted by the gap in the door. That will give it strength.”
“Sounds like you are a genius,” I said as I grinned at her.
“Of course!” she giggled before she blew on her tinder. A few seconds later and our wood was burning, so we lit some branches on fire and moved to the next section while we continued our conversation.
“What about the door?” I asked. “You just told me about the arch. We need something to keep dinos, and maybe other people, from coming inside. Are you going to do another horizontally hinged door like you did for our first wall?”
“No. That isn’t going to work anymore.” Trel frowned. “The dinosaurs you have just acquired are too tall. I need to do doors that can be swung on vertical hinges. Ideally, we need two large doors so you can get even larger dinosaurs inside.”
“Can you make it big enough to fit one of those brontos in?” I asked.
“Oh, Victor, you are so cute sometimes. You really do think I’m a genius, don’t you?”
“Of course,” I said. “I’ll bring the dinos, you figure out how to house them. We are a team.”
“We will need one of those bronto dinosaurs to be able to raise a frame big enough to fit one inside of the door,” she said. “Or I need to build some sort of crane to lift up a log that tall. What I currently have in mind will work with some cord pulleys and your trikes as muscle. Any higher will be more difficult. Not impossible, just more difficult.”
“Got it,” I said. “So how do we build two giant doors on vertical hinges?”
“I have two ideas,” she said as we used our burning branches to light the next logs on fire. “They can both work together, but I will let you decide which we should work on first.”