Romancing the Raptor

She spread her legs wide, giving Scar room that he eagerly leaned in to fill. For a second their eyes met. Chastity knew that the hunger in his was mirrored in hers. He was massive between her legs, but his head seemed to fit perfectly in the valley of her legs. His lips seemed to curl in a smile before parting to expose a row of sharp teeth. Chastity closed her eyes, not wanting to see if Scar ripped into a femoral artery.

Instead of tearing flesh, she felt the weight of his tongue sliding up the length of her thigh, going higher and higher. The sensation when it reached her labia was chocolate and sunshine and a thousand other happy thoughts that exploded in waves through her.

Her muscles trembled as the soft brushing of Scar's tongue spread in soft spasms up from her clitoris to deep in her chest and beyond. Muscles tensed and relaxed over and over. Chastity felt as if she had run a marathon and when that yawn-like release settled in, she felt as if she were going to melt into the ground.

Even though her body felt spent, she wasn't ready to let it end. Apparently, Scar wasn't either. He was bending to bring his cock back into play. Lying on the ground wouldn't do it for him—he was made for doggie style. Chastity turned over and steadied herself on her hands and knees. The muscles in her arms and legs were wobbly, but they held. Scar clomped his feet on either side of her. She felt so small under him—he had to be on the plus side of half-a-ton, easy.

The huge cock pushed between her legs. Chastity squeezed her thighs tight around it. Scar began a slow back-and-forth rocking, bumping the head of his cock against Chastity's abdomen. It felt good, but it was just a tease—close to what they both wanted, but not enough. So Chastity reached beneath and slid her hand around Scar's cock. He pushed into her grip, forcing one more stroke to bump against her belly before pausing to let her take control. She leaned forward and guided the tip to her pussy.

It felt huge as it rubbed against swollen lips.

Chastity rolled her hips and pressed back, biting her lip as the tapered head penetrated the fleshy gates. She moaned as she slowly took the length of him in. The girth was almost more than she could take. His cock stretched the walls of her pussy until she could feel each pulse of blood like a blissful ache.

Scar must have felt something similar because he pivoted his hips forward, taking all the room her hole had to offer. The thrust sent electric waves through her, each one racing like lightning tongues bent on probing the conduits of her nervous system. Chastity gasped as muscles tensed then quivered in release. Her back arched, driving her into the suede-soft scales and downy feathers that covered Scar's chest.

Scar reached around her with his forearms and held her there. She couldn't move as he pulled his entire length out, stopping when the tip of his cock had only lightest, tickling contact with her labia. The sudden absence of pressure spread upward from her vagina through the rest of her body like the satisfying release felt after a deep yawn.

Then the flush of fullness that came as Scar's next thrust filled her again, his engorged cock gliding deep into the folds of her vagina. His breath was coming quicker; Chastity could feel it in the rapid rise and fall of his chest against her back. She pressed back into him, soaking in the heat of his body as he sped his movements. With each push and pull in and out, Scar built up speed. Chastity felt as if the friction would set her on fire if it kept up much longer. Beads of sweat joined and trickled down the curve of her abdomen and beyond. Chastity traced the trail with her fingers and massaged the swell of her clitoris. She could feel the muscles lining her pelvis tightening.

Scar lifted his head to the sky and roared. Even though she didn't believe it was something she could have possibly withstood, Chastity felt Scar's cock swell even more. Cum exploded from the mushroom tip buried deep in her, tipping her over the edge of her own release. Her own orgasm spread like wildfire deep from her clitoris into the rest of her body. It blazed through her body, consuming what little strength she had left like summer-dried kindling. Arms went weak and thighs trembled and toes curled.

Scar's forearms went lax and Chastity fell to the sweat-soaked ground. There was a soft pull in her crotch as Scar's shrinking cock slid out of her. It was a release like she'd never had before.

Scar swayed then listed to the left with the bulk of his body twisting toward the ground. Chastity mustered the strength she had left and rolled away, curling to avoid the curved claws that arced close to her cheek. The thump of his landing reverberated through the dirt.

What happened? Was he okay? Was worrying bizarre? Thoughts raced through Chastity's mind.

Worried thoughts stopped when the snoring started.

"What the hell, dude," Chastity said, annoyed. Get off and go to sleep appeared to be a quality in men, no matter the species.

"Not his fault, Summers," a voice came, familiar and uncomfortably close. Thompson stood up with rifle in hand and nodded in the direction of Scar's neck.

An orange fuzzy-tailed dart was imbedded just behind the jut of the scaled jaw.

"He'll be okay won't he? I mean... it won't kill him will it?" Chastity asked, tugging her denim shorts free from under Scar's haunch.

"Hunky-dory. Should wake up in a few hours after a good nap. Might have a little hangover though."

Thompson did a good job of averting his eyes as Chastity pulled on enough clothes to suit his sense of modesty.

"How did you find me? The drones, I was out of range."

"Didn't need them. Had other ways to track you than life sign drones." He held up his left arm to show his comm-cuff. "They have built in trackers. Led me right to you."

"Did you see?" Chastity asked, cheeks going rosy red. She didn't take the question any further. Her nude, a dinosaur with a limpy flopped on the ground beside her... anything she could have finished the rest of the sentence was embarrassingly obvious.

He wanted to lie, she saw it in the shift of his eyes.

"I saw you doing what you had to do to give me the time I needed to save my team," he said.

Save my team... But Thompson was still here.

"What are you still doing here?" Her voice was flavored with a little more aggression than she intended. "The wormhole it has to have collapsed by now."

"I think we might have a little time." Thompson gave a knowing grin and pushed up the brim of his cap slightly. "But best not to push our luck so we better get on our way."

Chastity followed Thompson to the four-wheeler. Her walk was a little bowlegged, but she made it.

Maybe they would be okay.

***

The trip back to the prison with Thompson was faster than the trip out. Now the purpose of the journey was straight-on speed, not the go, slow, give the dinos time to catch up, then zoom to lure them away route that she had done earlier.

The prison was a flurry of white jumpsuits and sparking electronics.

"You let them out of the cage? Aren't they dangerous?" Chastity asked as an old man with a bent back and pointy-head jarred past her.

"Dangerous for sure," Sanchez said, holding his rifle so the barrel rested in the nook between his collarbone and shoulder. "But we explained that if they couldn't find a way to keep the wormhole open, we'd be happy to set them free here to live their lives.

"They saw the light pretty quick. Not nice thinking you'll eventually be an appetizer for the things that live around here," Thompson said.

"They've jury-rigged the batteries and generators to the prison power grid," Chastity said, looking at the looped wires and cables that led from a medical pod and the two patrol robots up through a hole in the prison wall.

"Bought us enough time to collect you," Thompson said.

Chastity leaned into him. "I want to say more than 'thank you,' but can we get the hell out of here first?"

***

The debriefing went long, Chastity thought, because McMurtey repeated and rephrased everything that she said, then asked the same questions again in different ways.

"So you're saying that Mr. Frye is complicit in the entire affair, that he conspired to free Doctor Georgie Ashford for reasons unknown to you."

Chastity took a deep, frustrated breath. "It's not exactly reasons unknown. Tom said that Ashford was his uncle. It was a jailbreak."

"And that's the extent of your knowledge—that the two were related. Tom didn't explain any further?"

"He was pissed at me because Brinkley wanted to use the time machine to fix me. Again, that's it. I did what you hired me for. Most of the prisoners were brought back. Tom is a psychotic asshole. That's what I know—for the fifth time."

Ashford leaned back in his seat. "Yes, the job was done. The returned prisoners have been relocated, except for Jack Workman, who was never located and presumed lost, and Georgie Ashford, who is a fugitive."

"And Tom," Chastity added.

"Of course. Tom Frye. A shame, really. Such a fine mind." McMurtey slid a black box toward her. "As per our arrangement, here is the first month's supply of inhibitors. The rest will be shipped to your address. You'll find that the money has been deposited in your account this morning."

Chastity looked at the box and smiled. "I don't think I'll need them anymore." She picked up the box. "But send them anyway. I'm sure I can pass them along to someone who can use them."

She was free for life; the least she could do is give another one of Ashford's victims a year of freedom.

***

McMurtey rode the elevator deep into sublevels under the building until it slowed then stopped at Sublevel 33.

He walked though the empty lab and looked at the equipment.

Marvelous.

He wasn't alone.

"You've created a problem for us," McMurtey said, irritation coloring his normally even voice. "There weren't supposed to be any witnesses. She wasn't supposed to make it back."

"It's just a hiccup in the plan," Tom said, stepping out of the shadows. "There's no way for her to track anything back to the Think Tank—she's not smart enough to make the connections. She's nothing."

"Oh, I don't know about that," another older voice said. "Except for some deep-seated issues with following instructions, she had this spark inside of her. Her intelligence might be on the pedestrian side, but she does have a way of inflaming one's passions—in more than the carnal ways."

"Doctor Ashford," McMurtey said, walking to shake the man's hand. "It's an honor. I've seen your work. Simply amazing."

"And it'll be amazing again," Tom said, "now that you're free of government restraints."

"Very true," McMurtey added. "You'll find that we enjoy innovation here at the Think Tank."

"Yes. Yes." Ashford nodded. "It seems I've found my muse. "She's already inspired new paths for my research. It'll be revolutionary."

"A revolution is exactly what we're looking for, Dr. Ashford," McMurtey said with a smile.