Lost in Time
Copyright© 2025 by acolodude
Chapter 6
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 6 - After my parents’ funeral I am greeted by an Alien and offered the craziest, unbelievable opportunities you could ever imagine. Well maybe you could?
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Science Fiction Aliens Far Past
It did not take long to reach the camp. Chato knew where the river was less than a foot deep almost all the way across. Reamla looked at him sternly wanting to know how he knew this fact. Busted Chato admitted that he liked playing in the river but always looked for the shallow area to play in.
When we drove the wagons into camp everyone was shocked again at all the wondrous things I had.
The excitement went even higher when several of the locals began screaming and running past our wagons. Reamla heard what was being screamed and turned to me shouting “Two-Legs!” I remembered these were raptors, reptiles that ran on two feet and were very aggressive carnivores.
Those of us riding horses and mules moved forward to form a line of protections. The ones in the wagons were trying to get as many into the wagons as they could. Several of the men had grabbed their stabbing spears and were lining up in front of us.
There were about a dozen or more of these Two-Legs. It looked like three or four had already taken some people down. I shot five as quick as I could, two of them took two shots to kill. Their thick hide did not stop the hunting tips on the arrows and bolts. Both sunk almost 6” into the target. It did take two or three arrows or bolts to kill one. Both of my pistols went empty as I had been shooting a lot and had not reloaded. I holstered the pistols and swung the rifle around and just kept shooting.
When all the two-legs were dead the final count was 23 killed. It seemed like that was a lot of raptors or two-legs as the locals called them. I wanted to kick myself as I had not brought extra magazines for either the pistols or the rifle. I would correct that as soon as we got back to the cave.
I got the urge to look under a pile of rocks near where we were hobbling the animals. There was a note wrapped around extra magazines for both my pistols and rifle. The note apologized for not putting extras in either my belt or pack. It also said that if I fired most but not all the rounds in either a pistol or the rifle to switch out the magazines and just drop them. They would pick them up later when nobody was around to notice. Even if someone pick the empty up the aliens would just send nanobots to disintegrate it.
There were five pairs of rifle magazines and six pairs of pistol magazines. There was a case to hold a pair of pistol magazines that fit on my belt one on each side of the buckle. All the others went into the pack.
Seven locals had been killed, five men and two women. The two women belonged to two of the men who were killed trying to protect their mate. The other three men did not have mates. The survivors totaled twenty eight. There were six mated couples, and one couple that did not have kids. There were also four unmated males and five unmated females.
I explained that I wanted them to all come to my cave where we would all be better protected. Tila and Nala explained that there were better things to make living much easier. So I needed everyone to pack up everything that could be taken and put them on travois and in a wagon.
Reamla was quick to ensure everyone understood my instructions.
I had given Reamla the instructions for ALL of the members in the camp to take everything of value and put the heavy, large item into the wagons. We would also use travois for the smaller items and have all the children and women ride in the carriages. The plan was to leave at sunrise the day after everything was packed, we had ensured everything, and everyone was ready.
We had positioned the wagons in a large three sided box with the animals on a rope line forming the last side of the box. We had planned for everyone to sleep out on the ground together once all the huts were taken down. It was not the first time any of them would have done that. It was cool but not cold during the night.
We had different men standing watch throughout the night and I woke several times during the night to check on everyone. It took the rest of this day and all of the next to get everything packed leaving the huts for last.
When everyone woke all that was left were the sleeping furs and bedding. After ensured everything was packed, hitched the animals to the wagons, and those riding in wagons or on a horse or mule all mounted up. We were ready to leave.
Then I saw that there was a suspicious small herd of 8 mules and 9 horses grazing less than 100 yards from the camp. Tila, Nala, Reamla, Chato, and I were able to gather these new animals without any fuss or muss? I suspected the aliens had something to do with this but was happy at the outcome.
Since there were only 28 survivors from the camp it was easy to get everyone riding either on a mount or in a carriage since we were able to get most of the big stuff in the wagons and everything else onto three pack saddles on female mules that were also pulling a travois. We did not have to crowd any people together.
It did not take long for the new riders to figure out how to stay on the back of their mount. However, I decided to have all the new mounts put on a string like the mules and follow an experienced rider to prevent them from straying.
We made it back to the cave just in time to start cooking dinner while the new people moved their stuff into the cave.
Nala and Tila were just as suspicious as I was when we found the cave to have been remodeled to include new areas for the camp people. There was enough room now for three times as many people.
Tila, Reamla, Wenona, Bowanta, Fallata, and Mealla directed the new people to where they could unload their stuff. Each family group had their own space, all five of the single males would share a space, and all four of the single females had their own space to share. Once everyone had their personal stuff off loaded into their new hut / cave / living space?
We gathered in the firepit area for a huge meal of stew that Nala, Hatala, Kimla, and Shana prepared. Using three huge pots they had three different types of stew. There was beef stew, chicken stew, and plain vegetable soup. Everyone eat to their fill and slowly drifted to their new home to sleep.
My mates didn’t even make me shower or bathe they just helped me undress and climbed into bed.
The next morning came too soon. I woke as my mates were all moving to the bathroom. With nine of them they had to wait in line to use a toilet. Showering became a fast, get clean and get out, task with the only exception I would find out later was they would take turns in groups of three showering and the last group pulled me in for my assisted shower. This was allotted more time blaming me being male for the longer shower. The truth was I had to service the three that were assisting me. I am learning to do as I am told.
The women were taking turns learning to cook in the big kitchen. This first morning was oatmeal and toast as that was easy to make in large amounts and began the process of how to use the kitchen items. I noticed three coffee pots which were twice the size of the original one. I was concerned about running out of coffee, so I asked Tila how much we had left.
Giggling she just took my arm and pulled me to a cabinet which when she opened held nothing but one pound vacuum sealed bags of coffee stack five deep, eight across, on four shelves. She then told me that there was more in the pantry room. I followed her to the pantry room where she showed me an entire shelf 3’ deep, 16” high, and 4’ wide full of the vacuum sealed bags of coffee. I gave a silent ‘Thank You’ to the aliens.