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Day 17 Post Temporal Displacement - Upper Paleolithic Era: The stench of wet mammoth wool filled David’s nostrils as his temporal stabilizer sparked against limestone. Disaster. Stranded 30,000 years before WiFi, with only a cracked holographic map flickering “OXYGEN SATURATION CRITICAL.” He barely registered the bison paintings bleeding ochre on cave walls when she emerged from the shadows. Her name was U’la – though David wouldn’t learn that until later. She moved like seismic activity made flesh, mammoth-hide loincloth doing nothing to hide coarse crimson hair between thunderous thighs. Ochre clay streaked her biceps like war paint. “Ghrrak!” Her growl vibrated David’s teeth as calloused hands flipped him onto thatch bedding. Before he could fumble for the stun-pistol, flint knives shredded his hazard suit like rotted hide. Cold cave air hit his bare skin. No. Panic seized him as her knees pinned his hips. U’la’s nostrils flared at his erection – involuntary betrayal by millennia-old biology. With a grunt that shook dust from the ceiling, she impaled herself on him. David gasped. Her heat was volcanic, muscles clamping his shaft with tectonic pressure. Sweat-slicked, she rode him relentlessly, breasts swaying beneath bone necklaces that clattered against his chest hair. Each downward thrust forced his full length deeper, her fiery pubic curls grinding against his pelvis. “S-stop!” David choked, glasses fogging. U’la bared teeth stained with berry juice. Her hand smacked his cheek – not cruel, but corrective. “Khaat!” Quiet. Her hips rolled in primal circles, triggering spinal tremors that made David arch helplessly. Ancient pheromones flooded his brain: musk, woodsmoke, and salt. Through half-lidded eyes, David watched their shadow dance across cave paintings. The bison figures seemed to watch, antlers dipping in approval. U’la’s woad tattoos rippled as she quickened pace, her guttural moans echoing like bedrock splitting. When David spilled inside her with a shout, U’la threw back her head. A roar shook stalactites as her climax hit – volcanic, undeniable. Milky fluid dripped from where their bodies joined, steaming on cold stone. Afterward, she rose without ceremony. David trembled, watching U’la wipe their mingled fluids on a cave wall… adding two new figures to the ancient mural. A man with strange eye-crystals. A woman straddling him.
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