Hi, everyone,
Okay, I finally finished this fucking thing. Holy shit, 12k words and some 20 pages. This was easily the hardest and most complicated chapter so far, but there was no way around it. This is, in many ways, the climax of the story, so it was obviously going to take a lot of effort. Still, I'm okay with how it turned out, and I hope I'm delivering something you can all enjoy.
As always, please leave a comment/review.
On that same note, there's something you all need to keep in mind:
Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene involving two consenting adults. If you don't like it, don't read it.
(And before anyone acts surprised, well... this story had a romance that and rated M for a reason)
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Chapter 14: Something Different
They arrived at the watchtower just before sunset. The old metal structure had been heavily damaged by time, but the concrete base, where most of the living arrangements were housed, remained mostly intact. Besides the dust, insects and occasional snake, the main room was perfectly suited for Sam. It had enough space for her things, an old bed and mattress that were still suitable, and a single table she could use to set up her map and eat meals. Even better, the tower was on top of a small hill overlooking the river, which meant easy access to water and 360° vision of their surroundings.
Sam was quick to make her way inside. Once she was sure there were no dangerous critters laying around the old furniture, she set off to make the place more livable. Some of the old rags could be used as makeshift curtains and the wooden chairs could be broken into firewood. Beyond that, the woman wanted to see if it was possible to climb the watchtower, in hopes of spotting the small dock a few kilometers away.
Chaser, on the other hand, was a bit more hesitant to go inside. He wasn't familiar with this soft skin hollow rock, and the interior was less spacious than the research facility. Still, seeing how Samantha was acting calm, he allowed himself to give a few steps inside, if only to keep an eye at her. Seeing her working was quite mesmerizing, how her hands were so dexterous at manipulating all these strange objects. He could watch her for the whole day without getting bored.
The small river besides this new shelter was perfect for a bath, something both of them needed. Chaser, in particular, was very annoyed by the mud clinging to his feathers. It could be very difficult to get it out, and he didn't have anyone to help him.
Well… there was Sam, obviously, but he didn't know how to ask for that. In addition, he was afraid of stepping over some sort of soft skin custom he was unaware. He knew some clans took baths as a bonding ritual between family members or lovers and he was afraid it could be the same with her kind. So instead, he settled to just watch her going through her increasingly familiar routine.
"How does she keep track of all those things?" He wandered. Amongst his kind, only the most basic of tools were kept, and the occasional crude toy made from bone or wood. In the soft skin's case, however, there was a seemingly unending number of objects she would carry around and take care, made from materials unknown to him. From her body covers, to her thunderer and all those trinkets inside her carry thingy. Most of them, Chaser guessed, were probably specialized tools, but he just couldn't understand why she needed so many of them.
Of course, his line of thought was interrupted by a small blanket falling on top of his head.
"You still there, feather brain?" The raptor quickly shook the offending piece of fabric off him and stared at Samantha. What on earth was she doing?
The woman, by contrast, merely giggled at his confused expression. Not every day she got the chance to surprise a raptor with a blanket attack. Really sucked she didn't have a proper pillow to hit him with.
A small part of her mind noted how incredible it was that she knew she could do these things without the risk of getting cut to pieces.
However, her lack of attention left her unprepared by the sudden counterattack by Chaser, and she soon found herself getting hit by that very blanket, as the raptor gripped the thing with his mouth and swung it at her.
There was a moment of confusion as her vision was suddenly blocked and her hands tried to figure out what had just covered her. "Ah! Goddammit Chaser!"
To add insult to injury, the raptor pushed her with his head, using just enough force to make Sam fall back on the bed behind her. Needless to say, Samantha was quite embarrassed when she was finally able to untangle herself from the offending blanket, looking up to see Chaser with a familiar smug expression. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes" he seemed to say to her.
"Alright, big boy, you win this time," She couldn't help but to smile as she spoke. Hell, this was probably the first time since arriving here that she was able to laugh a bit.
Meanwhile, Chaser was quite proud of himself. That's right, he's not about to let a soft skin get the better of him with her weird games. Still, as much as he enjoyed seeing her work, the enclosed space of the hollow rock was starting to become unsettling, so he decided to take his leave.
With that, Samantha was able to continue her work without any distractions, setting up a small, but cozy shelter for herself and her feathered companion. At the same time, she made sure to keep an eye out for anything else that might be useful. There didn't seem to be any holes on the walls, and only minimal water leaks. After all of that was done, she grabbed her SPAS-12 and headed outside, both to familiarize herself with the area, and to see where Chaser had gone to.
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The weather today was excellent. The sky was clear and the sun, though shining brightly, wasn't as punishing as it had been previously. So pleasant it was that Samantha couldn't help but to stand there for a few seconds to appreciate it all.
Her main objective was the river nearby, which opened up quite a bit after the swamp they had traversed. She could see from far away that the water picked up speed from here, which was good, made it less murky and more inviting. Taking a step closer, her eyes searched for crocodiles and semi-aquatic dinosaurs to make sure it was safe. She didn't even know if the first was present on the archipelago at all, but it was better to make sure.
A considerable part of her wanted to undress and jump right into those inviting waters. It had been so long since she had taken a swim just for the fun of it. Furthermore, she really needed to clean herself. The combination of sweat, mud and overall dirt was clinging to her skin and clothes, and she was beginning to smell. She didn't have soap, but it was better than nothing, enough to at least scrub the mud off of her.
Thinking about this, she remembered Chaser was in a similar peril. The usually very clean (and perhaps even regal) raptor had been left in a sorry state by the time the two of them had made it out of that awful swamp. "Chaser…" Sam chuckled, "god, this is so strange".
Calling him by his real name was surreal. He had a name, an actual name with a meaning which she had deciphered. It was both exciting and terrifying to think about it. It all made him look so familiar, yet still alien to Sam. It further hammered into her mind how incredible her experiences with him were, that she was able to learn so much from him and discovered this whole new society nobody knew existed. Not only that, but in this process, she had truly begun to see the… well… the "humanity" (for the lack of a better term) behind those big, yellow eyes. He was a person, a friend, whom she had grew to understand and care about.
"From mortal enemies to partners in crime" She muttered.
While she hadn't found Chaser, seeing the river made her reconsider her plans, deciding to instead wash some of her clothes while the sun was out. A quick trip back to the old observation post to pick up her clothes was all she needed. As expected, the water didn't offer much. At the very least, it would get rid of the mud and blood.
Trying to scrub each piece with her hands was tiresome and frustrating, but she didn't have much of a choice. By now, some of the items were sporting holes and tears, evidence of both the time she had spent here and the intensity of her actions. Still, they were good enough to wear, and it wasn't like she had the privilege to be picky.
The physical effort combined with the sun was beginning to make her sweat, leading Samantha to take off some of her clothes as well, only keeping her sports bra and underwear. She would have to clean them too anyway, so she might as well do everything on one go. Besides, the water looked inviting, and she felt like taking a nice bath.
She used a piece of string to hang the cleaned clothes between two small trees.
Just as she was about to begin cleaning another set of clothes, a large mass impacted the water in front of her, causing a wave to fall on top of Sam. She let out a startled yelp and jumped away, the cold water making her whole body shake with surprise and discomfort. Wet hair clung to her face, turning her vision red.
Though she didn't need her vision to know who or what had done that little stunt. "You motherfucker!" She cursed at Chaser. Once her hair was out of the way, she could see him clearly.
The raptor, for his part, looked very amused at her. "He's enjoying this…" She thought in anger. Though a small part of her noted this was the first time he had taken the initiative to do something "funny" or playful with her. Perhaps her failed attempt with the blanket had made him more comfortable with this kind of thing.
"Sam gooodd?" He asked innocently, but she could see the irony on his body language. His tail slashed a bit on the water and his entire demeanor screamed playfulness.
"Yeah, yeah, Sam all good," She replied with a roll of her eyes. Without another word, she went back to cleaning her clothes and setting them up to dry.
Of course, throughout the process her curiosity would occasionally make her watch him as he cleaned himself. As expected, it reminded her a lot of a bird, with the way he moved his arms to wash the long feathers along them, or how he used his mouth to take care of the more difficult spots. Though he also sometimes just swam around for the fun of it, which was also interesting to look at. She had never seen a land dinosaur, much less a raptor, swim around like this.
Watching his bath reminded her of her own state. Her clothes were as good as they were going to get, but her skin and hair remained in a sorry state. With a sigh, she decided to join Chaser.
The water was cold, but not terribly unpleasant. As she began to scrub her arms and legs, Chaser paused what he was doing to watch her. This made her feel a bit awkward, and for a moment she wondered if she had crossed some unknown social boundary. After a few moments, he continued on his own washing, so she assumed (with some relief) everything was fine.
Both of them stole little glances from time to time, each one equally curious about the other. To Chaser, it was interesting to see the soft skin once again without her outer layer of fabrics. Staring at the pieces of cloth on her chest and between her legs made him wonder what the significance behind them was, especially considering they didn't seem to offer any benefits. Why wear those little fabrics when she already wore the bigger ones? It didn't make any sense, and he was very curious as to why.
Of course, the lower one covered the area where he assumed her genitals would be (based on the anatomy of the male soft skins he and his clan had killed). Now that he thought about it, those soft skins also wore another layer of coverings beneath their main one, covering the same area.
He quickly connected the dots.
Okay, so he could assume soft skins preferred to keep their "junks" covered, he could understand that, even more on the male's case, as they didn't have a sheath to guard their precious bits. But that didn't explain why she needed another one to cover the flesh orbs on her chest. They were so weird.
Well, he supposed he could always try to ask her later.
At the same time, he also took note of the many scratches along her arms and legs. A small part of his mind was very much aware some of them were his own doing, back when he was still hunting her. He supposed "soft skin" was indeed a fitting term for her kind.
Of course, he found it interesting how this contrasted with the other side of Sam. She was anything but helpless, as her kind's name might imply. Time and time again Sam had proven to be capable of overcoming her physical limitations through ingenuity and sheer determination, something he himself wasn't really capable of doing, at least not at her level.
To think that at one point he was trying to kill her… Chaser felt sick just remembering that.
Wondering more about it, Chaser began to realize how those many wounds were also proof of Sam's prowess, of her capabilities as a fighter and a survivor. He thought back to their previous encounters with hostile beings, how Sam had jumped in his defense with her thunderer this very day, or how she had used her metal claw to help him when he saved her from the other clan. Not only that, but in-between these fights Sam had also learned how to communicate with him, to overcome a barrier that had existed between their kinds for generations!
She truly was an amazing person, he concluded. "By the stars, if only she was…" What? If only she wasn't a soft skin?
His mind halted at the realization. What exactly was he thinking? Did he just consider her in a… in what way?
He huffed a bit and looked away from her. Where were these thoughts coming from?
With growing dread, Chaser realized he wasn't tagging along just for sheer curiosity, not anymore. Throughout these days, his original curiosity had slowly been replaced by familiarity and fondness. The soft skin he found curious to watch now had a name and a personality, she had quirks and tastes like him and his kind.
No, this wasn't just him trying to answer questions, he had remained besides Sam because he truly enjoyed being around her. Every new thing he discovered about her, every new interaction, gave him a feeling of satisfaction he couldn't resist.
And he wanted more.
It was a simple, but overwhelming realization. "What could this be?" His mind wondered. It couldn't be what he thought it was, no, that would be too extreme even for him. He liked Sam, that much was obvious, and he would gladly consider her his friend, but was there something else lurking beneath his emotions?
He could almost see Midnight's smug expression.
Was he truly falling for her? For a soft skin?
He shook his head and ruffled his feathers at the thought. What would the rest of his clan even think? It had been difficult enough to get them to maybe (emphasis on that word) consider not killing Sam on sight, and now here he was imagining if he might be interested on her as a mate, a nest companion.
Yellow eyes once again focused on the woman. "What would she think of this?" He obviously didn't know anything about this part of her kind and hadn't even considered it. For all he knew she could find him repulsive and the very idea to be an abomination.
However, a part of his mind knew this wasn't true, at least not fully. Sam had clearly been comfortable around him, once he had shown her his intentions were peaceful. Not only that, but it was plainly obvious she also enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed hers. While this in no way meant she would be interested in him on a more intimate level, it was enough to show (at least to him) that this idea wasn't as irrational as it might look.
There were, of course, an insane number of details to take into consideration. If he was truly thinking about the soft skin this way, it would imply a lot of things he wasn't sure her kind did or were even aware of. Did they normally have a single partner or many? Was it a life commitment or just a seasonal affair? Was it the male who made the advances? The female?
Stars, for all he knew Samantha might be only interested on soft skin females like herself. Who knows? There was a million ways they might not be "compatible".
And all of that was not even considering the more physical aspects of such a relationship. It would certainly bring another level to this whole "compatibility" discussion.
Yet despite all that… He wanted to act on those feelings.
Yes, there was a big chance this wouldn't work, that Sam wouldn't even be interested, but he still wanted to try. The fact of the matter was that he was attracted to her, that this soft skin was an amazing person with the exact qualities he hoped to find on a significant other.
"Besides…" His eyes once again roamed her semi-naked form, "She does have an… exotic appeal".
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The woman in question was oblivious to the raptor's inner argument, for she too had found herself in the midst of a mental debate. Specifically, about what would happen if she indeed found a way out. Yes, she had decided to turn this first contact scenario into her main priority, but it was becoming near impossible to figure a way to do it without separating herself from Chaser. How was she supposed to make contact with her crew and also stop them from killing him on the spot? Even worse, what about the outside world, how would she explain she can communicate with a raptor, and that he must not be treated like a common animal?
Hell, she wasn't even sure how she was going to explain she needed him to come with her away from the island, from his family. How was she going to ask him that? Would he even agree to it?
All of this was incredibly frustrating, because not only was she out of ideas but she refused to even consider leaving Chaser behind. No, he was her friend, and she knew he was equally committed to this journey, even if she haven't been able to explain the details of it. This had to be done with him besides her, or not at all.
Speaking of him, Samantha realized he had stopped washing himself and was instead staring at her again. It made her both curious and slightly uncomfortable. She wondered what was going on inside his mind. It occurred to her that maybe he was curious about her bath like she was about his, or maybe about her lack of clothes (that last possibility made her feel weird). Now that she thought about it, what did he make of her clothes in general? It was probably a strange concept to him.
More time passed, and as she slowly scrubbed more and more dirt from her skin, the more awkward she felt about his staring. Funny… it's different when you know the creature looking at you is smart enough to judge you.
Having enough, Sam turned to face him. "Liking what you see, feather brain?" He glanced away, making her slightly offended. "Jeez, no need to be so brutally honest! At least pretend you're interested!" She vaguely gestured in his direction, before continuing her bath.
Eventually, they were both reasonably cleaner. The two left the water together, with Sam retrieving a small towel she had brought with her, and Chaser shaking the water off much like a dog would do, something she found amusing. With that out of the way, the strange pair set of to do other tasks.
They once again proceeded to try learning new words from each other, with Sam going as far as drawing things in the muddy soil near the river to see how good Chaser was at understanding visual representations (conscious of how important that ability would be if she were to ever teach him the concept of writing). To her astonishment, he was much better than expected, picking up on her drawings almost instantaneously.
It became quite obvious to her that he was already familiar with drawings, especially when he casually used his claws to copy hers.
Her mind rushed back to her memories about cave paintings. It wouldn't be much of a stretch to think the raptors might've also come up with some sort of visual art, maybe for storytelling or just for entertainment. She felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of encountering an example of it. Who knows, maybe she would get to discover it someday?
Well, for now her dreams would have to wait.
"So… Chaser likes sun color?" She asked him. They were learning about colors and similar vocabulary.
He inclined his nose slightly upwards, which Sam was beginning to see as a similar gesture to a nod.
"Yes," she heard him say "like head fur".
Like what now? Was he talking about her hair? "W-whyy? Mine hair is not sun color?" She was neither blond nor white haired.
"Yes, Sam is!" He insisted, "Like laying sun".
Her brows furrowed at his words. Did he mean… like a setting sun? Sunset? She supposed her red hair did look vaguely like that, and she couldn't help but to take it like a compliment. Her cheeks burned a bit at that. "Yes, I suppose head fur looks like… laying sun."
"Chaser likes it."
And just like that, her previous embarrassment was turned up tenfold. "I… uh, I thank Chaser," Sam stuttered, trying to come up with a good reply while trying to keep her emotions under control. Him, a raptor, complimenting her hair was really weird but… also cute in a way. "I like Chaser's… feathers too!" She blurted out, which only made her feel even more awkward.
"How like?" It was a simple question, but it forced Samantha to elaborate something she really didn't want to.
"Uh…" How was she even supposed to go through this? She didn't know how raptors complimented each other, or how to say it in the right way. Last thing she wanted was to unintentionally offend him.
Sam did her best to offer something simple, but positive. "Feathers look… good, make Chaser appear swift and in charge," it wasn't much, but the raptor seemed to enjoy it. "I also like the colors, look very good, very impressive".
Chaser was even more happy than she hoped, as the raptor had always been very proud of making his feathers look good, and to see a soft skin noticing it did wonders for his ego and self-esteem. On the other hand, it also reinforced his previous conclusions about a possible relationship between the two of them. If the soft skin could appreciate his looks, even if it was on a more aesthetic level and not necessarily with desire in mind, maybe there was a chance she would be willing to accept his advances.
His enjoyment of the simple, but meaningful compliment was interrupted by her next words. "Much better than soft skins."
"What do you mean?" His eyes focused on her.
This surprised Sam, as she had said her words in English. The damn raptor was learning quickly.
"Uh, I mean… soft skins have no feathers, we no look as good!"
Chaser looked confused at her. "Soft skins have…" He had to search for the right word in her language "Homans have clothing".
Huh, so he saw her clothes as akin to his feathers. Interesting.
"Well, yeah, I get it, but it's not…" she had to stop herself from going on a long rant in English, choosing instead to try explaining it to him in his own tongue. "They're not… body, not part of body. Without them we are empty, open."
A few seconds went by as the raptor considered her words, and as he did so, Samantha realized she had tripped into the most bizarre conversation possible. She was having a chat about looks with a goddammed raptor.
"Soft skin body still good," Those words made it even more weird. "No need feathers, have head fur, and body is soft,"
Sam found the words nice, but it was still weird coming from him.
"Look very good without coverings too!"
Her mind froze at those words. He couldn't possibly be saying what she thought he was saying, right?
"Wh-… what mean?"
"Samm look good without coverings," Her face was probably red as a tomato right now. "Look agile, healthy. Wound marks make Sam look strong."
How the fuck was she supposed to take this? In most situations, such words would make her either angry or very uncomfortable, even if they were well intended. Of course, given it was Chaser talking to her, she couldn't judge him by human standards, for he knew nothing about the social roles of clothing in society, or how he might be stepping these boundaries by suggesting she would look better without them. She instead tried to keep her reaction neutral, and just find a polite way to thank him.
Still, there was a part of her which felt… flattered by what he said. As awkward as it was, knowing he could appreciate her looks was nice. It was weird, but interesting in a way.
Sam vaguely wondered what Chaser (and raptors in general) looked for in potential mates. Her academic mind searched memories for information about avian creatures and what little sauropod knowledge she had, while another part of her was curious as to how high she would "score" in the raptor's tastes.
"Okay, now you're going too far with this…" She told herself. It was one thing to appreciate a misguided comment by her raptor friend, it was another to actually consider how "good" she looked for him.
Though she would admit it was kind of funny to think of him taking her for a date at some fancy place. The mere image of Chaser wearing a bowtie while drinking from a glass of wine almost made her burst out laughing.
Eventually, Sam gathered the courage to actually answer him.
"Maybe soft skins not look bad."
Before she could continue, Chaser interrupted her with a single word.
"Sam."
"What?"
"Sam not look bad," He stated simply. "Sam look good, very good."
She did her best to avoid becoming a tomato once again. "I t-thank you."
The two of them spend several more hours talking, with Sam quickly changing the subject before Chaser would say something else about her looks. It was a bit frustrating to him (he had taken note of her reaction to his compliments, and was having fun making her awkward), but at least he got to learn even more soft skin vocabulary, and vice versa. All in all, Chaser had come out very satisfied with the whole thing and was confident of carrying on his idea of trying to court her. For Sam, it had been an unexpected, but very interesting conversation, even if it had made her feel awkward. Still, she got more knowledge about how the raptors acted, about their customs, and even a bit more about herself. At the same time, a part of her found Chaser's compliments uplifting and…. Nice. It had been a long time since she heard something like this, and it made her feel a bit more normal, even if the context was anything but.
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Night was just arriving when Samantha finally returned to the small observation post. Having taken care of her clothes and personal hygiene was big win for her, and one less problem to worry about. Before she could crash on the old bed, she got rid of her still humid (and sweaty) underwear and sports bra. No point to keep wearing those when her other pair was clean.
She remained laid down on that mattress, lazily wrapping herself with her blanket. While fairly tired from the day's trials, her mind was in full speed, taken over by a storm of thoughts and ideas.
Her last fight, earlier that same day, against the young t-rex seemed like a distant memory. Instead, her mind focused on the conversation she had with Chaser by the river. Unlike previous talks, it hadn't been a simple language lesson, but a much more unexpected discussion about themselves, and how they saw each other. It had led her to see a side of Chaser she hadn't considered, and likewise to learn more about what he thought about her. She had already grasped some of his personality in these last few days, but now she was learning about his "tastes", his views on beauty and attractiveness. Not only that, but it had been surprisingly… understandable. His views weren't as alien and foreign as she expected. Even further, she learned he could even see positive traits on her, a human.
There were many ways she could've reacted to this. Awkwardness was a given. Confusion and even disgust were perfectly expected.
However, once the initial shock had passed, she found herself okay with it. To know that Chaser, a big raptor, considered her strong and agile was a huge praise. That he appreciated her body, going as far as saying he preferred her without her usual attire was…
Samantha didn't know if she could finish that sentence. Hell, she didn't know if she wanted to in the first place.
There was an old but familiar feeling growing inside her. This entire conversation had changed the way she saw him to something she didn't dare to elaborate. Time and time again her scientific mind screamed at her to keep a healthy detachment from her subject, reminding her of the risks of getting too emotionally involved with nature.
At the same time, another part reminded her that this wasn't just pure nature. What she had here was an intelligent and self-aware being, not that different from herself. This wasn't just a catalog of instinctual behaviors and patterns, this was a person with a name, a family and his own opinions.
Seeing it through these lenses allowed her to explore her feelings on the matter more calmly. Thinking back to how she reacted to his comments, Samantha realized it wasn't just awkward situation of him not knowing about human decency, of what he was saying would imply if he was human. No, the truth of the matter was… she had kind of enjoyed it.
This realization almost made choke on her own saliva. But the truth was out of the bag now.
With growing dread, she realized it was really true. She liked what Chaser had said about her body, that some parts of her were attractive to him, a raptor.
It wasn't the fact that he wasn't human. No, far from it. She sure as hell didn't like when a dog humped against her leg.
No, she liked the fact that Chaser, the person she had gotten to know throughout these days, saw attractive qualities on her. The fact he was a raptor only made it more… interesting.
"Holy fuck, now I really got myself in a pickle" She commented.
Realizing this was bad enough, but now she had to figure out what to do with this knowledge. The easiest thing would be to just ignore it and avoid the subject altogether, but she knew this was a hopeless endeavor. Her father had always emphasized the importance of facing her problems head on. "Well, old man, pretty sure you weren't talking about dealing with your emotions about a raptor saying you're sexy."
Okay, but what exactly would it mean to face this? Was she supposed to write notes about it, along with her writings about Chaser and the language she was learning? Or perhaps just walk up to him and say she really liked what he said?
No, none of this sounded good either. What else, then?
"Maybe just keeping quiet about it would be the best" She thought. She wasn't going to deny it, but for the moment it might be best to take some time to think this through. More than that, she needed to make sure both she and Chaser were on the same level about these things, to make sure this really was just a casual compliment and not something more.
"Something more, oh god…" Sam rolled her eyes at the mere thought, but deep down she knew this was a real possibility. Yes, she didn't have any indication this was the case, but who knows, he was a completely different species after all.
Though a part of herself reminded her that if, as unlikely as it was, this was indeed the case, it wouldn't be that bad. He was her friend, saved her life twice and was dedicating his time to help her out; if this wasn't an indicator of a good character, she didn't know what else was. Hell, were he a human, she would've certainly tried to make a move on him.
Yeah, maybe him potentially liking her wouldn't be that bad. Though she didn't know exactly how she would react. Her mind scrambled for an answer but found little.
As if to make this situation even worse, her line of thought was interrupted by the sounds of something approaching.
Her body froze for a moment, and her eyes shifted to the shotgun sitting beside her. Though she didn't think she would need it, as she was 99% sure of who it was.
The brown and white feathers, even if obscured by the shadows, gave it away.
It was the raptor himself, Chaser.
"Great, how fucking great," Her mind cursed. "As if it wasn't bad enough dealing with all these thoughts alone…"
Honestly, Samantha would've preferred to have a few more moments with herself to think about all of this, but it seemed destiny had other plans.
By instinct, her hands moved to make sure her body was properly covered by the old blanket. Yeah, he might not be human, but the mere fact he was intelligent, combined with the compliments he had given were enough to make her once again conscious about her decency, even if his words weren't meant in a sexual way.
Samantha blushed a little when she noticed he was starting at her.
"Hey Chaser…"
He approached the bed. Samantha lifted a hand and gently scratched his long neck. The two stood in silent for a while, and she began to think he was attempting to say something to her but couldn't figure out how.
His tail gave it away. He was agitated about something.
"Samm," he croaked, "want to talk".
Her brows furrowed at that, and she turned to face him. "Yes? What do you want to talk about?" She made sure to say it slowly and to pronounce the words well, so he would understand it.
"Sam saww Chaser's…" He struggled a bit, "Claann, you saw clann, yes?"
She blinked at him, "Yeah? What about it?"
"Quesstion… do humans have clann? Do Sam has clan?"
Great, out of personal reflections and into a sociological discussion. "Well, yes and no."
He was understandably confused by the answer.
"Look, humans have clans, but most have… smaller clans."
"Small?"
"Yes, small," It didn't help they hadn't gone into details about this kind of vocabulary. "Only those who are…" How could she explain the word "related" to him?
She gestured vaguely in the air. "Close, humans who are close," It didn't seem like he got it, his face continued to express confusion.
"So, Sam has no clan?"
"Yes, I do."
"But… no homanss close?"
"Oh, that's not…" Of course, they had only spoke about "close" and "far" in the literal sense, about physical distances. "I mean, humans who are fathers, mothers, sons and so on. Humans who like other humans."
This time, Chaser understood what she meant. It didn't remove all doubts he had, but he was beginning to understand what a soft skin "clan" was. Based on what she said, they could have clans similar to his, but most were reduced to people directly related to each other, like parents and their hatchlings.
He found it… sad. For Chaser, his clan was composed of several related families, an extended group, plus a few outsiders who joined for one reason or another. While not necessarily related, the clan still had a common sense of unity which went beyond direct family ties, and for Chaser this was an important source of companionship and belonging.
"Then Sam has clan, yes?"
She nodded. "Yes, Sam has a clan, but not here."
"What is clan like?"
"Well, there's my father and mother," she said with a shrug. "Others too but… not living close, not in the clan"
Chaser was thoughtful for a bit. "What about a mate?" this time he used his own language, mostly because he found the soft skin words for this a bit difficult, and because he was a bit embarrassed about what he was about to ask.
Samantha, for her part, was caught a bit by surprise, but quickly figured out what he asked. His question made her raise an eyebrow, but she dismissed it as just another innocent question.
It was her time to use his language. "No, Chaser, Sam has no mate right now."
Instead of another question, the raptor once again took a moment of pause. Slowly, he straightened his posture and looked her in the eyes with a mysterious expression.
He wasn't sure how to approach this. None of this was like what he had learned throughout his life. Sam was soft skin with a completely different culture. Part of him felt like performing a dance, of singing, the things his kind usually did when seeking to court someone of interest. But he knew this probably wouldn't work with her. Instead, Chaser figured that the only way he could approach this was to be blunt.
"Does Sam want a mate?"
The question hit her like a hammer. A million things flew around her mind as she tried to figure out if he was doing what she thought he was doing. The woman simply couldn't believe it, it was too much. Yes, she had accepted he appreciated her person and her body, and she was even willing to admit that she liked what he said, but this was a line her imagination didn't think was even possible to be crossed. In her denial, she decided to pretend this was just another innocent question, just like the last one (which now didn't look innocent at all, anymore).
"Uh… yes? Sam does want a mate. In the future."
"Chaser also wants a mate."
The simple statement almost made her lose her composure. "Oh, that's good…" what now, how the fuck does she answer this?
However, before she could come up with something, her curiosity took the better of her: "Who does Chaser want as a mate?"
Even the raptor himself struggled a bit to give this final answer. "S-Samm, Chaser wants Sam as a mate."
And just like that, Sam's world came crashing down.
The woman lost her ability to speak. She could barely breathe. Her mind screamed in all directions, trying to make sense what he had told her. Her hands gripped the blanket with an iron grip, slightly shaking. As best as she could, Samantha tried to control herself and stay rational.
"W-Wwhy?" The only thing she could do is try to understand what was going on. Why did Chaser want this?
"Because…" He tried to do it with her language this time, to make sure she could follow his line of thought. "Because Sam is good for a mate."
"Chaser attacked Sam," He stated simply. "Chaser hunt Sam, fought against Sam."
"But Sam… Sam saved Chaser, save life. Without Sam, Chaser and young would be dead. Sam fight to defend Chaser after being hunted, after being attacked."
Her eyes widened at his words. She could remember the first time they met as if it was yesterday. The hatchling headbutting her leg, the Carnotaurus, the fight…
There was a wave of realization as she began to understand how much it meant for him that she had saved him. She hadn't thought about it this way, really, as she didn't know of his intelligence when that happened. But now, she could see the whole event through his eyes, how he saw someone he had just tried to kill saving him and a hatchling from certain death.
"After that, Sam allowed Chaser to stay, understood not to fight. Sam helped Chaser speak like human, trusted enough to meet clan, to help."
The woman couldn't help but to blush a little at those words.
"But why me?" She interrupted him. "Why not others from your clan"
"Because others not like Sam," her heart skipped a beat at that. "Sam is strong, agile, quick. Sam help Chaser, fight with him against enemies, help Chaser understand Sam and humans. No others in clan are like Sam."
"But… I'm a human," She mumbled. "Sam is soft skin."
"Don't care." He answered. "Want Sam, because Sam is good, good friend, good human."
Samantha was left speechless.
There was a million ways she could've imagined this happening, yet the dammed raptor had still managed to surprise her. When she had considered the possibility of him being interested at her, she had imagined it as maybe just a fleeing curiosity. Instead, she had gotten a deep explanation (considering his limited vocabulary in such a short period of time) about how he saw her and everything that had happened between them throughout these days.
This made her realize the sheer capacity of the mind behind those big, yellow eyes. He had thought through all their moments, from their initial fight, her saving him, their mutual learning about their respective languages, the encounter with his clan, the times they fought together against common enemies, everything.
Her answer to him should've been a simple no. There were a million problems with their situation, not just because of how she had come to be stuck on this island, but because she knew this simply wouldn't work. They were of two vastly different species, and even if she was willing, there was no way she could ever have a normal life like this, not here, not outside the island either.
Yet… what he had said was enough to disarm all her completely. No matter how much her mind screamed at her to take action, she couldn't. The more she thought about his words, the more she realized how thoughtful they were. Worst of all, Sam was fully aware that if he hadn't been a raptor, she would've agreed right away.
More and more she found herself less willing to say no. Was it really wrong? He was a fully sapient being like herself, capable of abstract thought and completely self-aware, meaning she wasn't taking advantage of him. Furthermore, the mere fact he was asking meant he was capable of giving consent.
Yes, this would royally screw her future plans, both about leaving the island and of presenting her findings to the world, but so what? This was all in the future, and there was no one here to judge her. After all she had been through… both of them had been through, was she just going to say no because it might be difficult? It was nothing compared to what they had already overcome together.
Finally, there was the overwhelming fact that she… she wanted to try, because she liked him too.
Sam's voice was caught in her throat, as she picked up the courage to give him an answer. "I-I want-" she stuttered, "Yyes…" it came out almost like a whisper.
Chaser had to do a double take. Despite finally being able to tell her his feelings, deep down he thought it wouldn't work, that she would reject him. In truth, he had thought more about how to apologize after the rejection than what to do in unlikely case she said yes. Now, he found himself at a loss.
Probably sensing what was going on, Samantha gently grabbed one of his arms. "Chaser, I, uh, yes, I want… I want you too."
A simple "Oh" was his initial response.
A few more seconds passed in silence.
Finally making up his mind, Chaser broke the pause by moving forward and nuzzling her neck, making her let out a gasp of surprise. "Thaank youuu" He whispered into her ear, with a slight purr accompanying his voice.
He took a deep breath, feeling her scent and making her shiver. At the same time, Samantha wrapped her arms around his neck, in a clumsy hug, enjoying the feeling of the short feathers which covered it. God, she had only dreamed of doing something like this.
His claws, while not as flexible as her hands, also tried to explore her arms and shoulders, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin. There was no longer a barrier to stop him from exploring her body. Ever since he had first examined her, when she was passed out after her fight with the venom spitters, he had been wanting to do it again.
His teeth brushed slightly against the back of her neck, not daring to give her a playful nib (something normal amongst his kind) for fear of injuring her delicate skin. After that, he brought his head back to look at her face.
Sam used the opportunity to grasp him with her hands, holding his head steady, and then pressing her lips on his left cheek, just beneath the eye. He might not comprehend this action, but she wanted to do it anyway.
Chaser pressed forward a bit more, pushing Samantha down against the old mattress. He once again took to nuzzling her, this time on her front. Upon doing this, he realized something: she wasn't wearing her second layer of body coverings.
This simple fact made him even more eager to explore and feel her body, but he restrained himself for the moment. He wasn't sure if this might be a step too far. Did he dare?
At the same time, Sam squirmed underneath him and gasped again. "C-Chaser!?"
Yes, by the stars, yes, he was going to dare. Her saying his name like this lit a firestorm inside him.
Meanwhile, Samantha was thankful the blanket was at least covering her breasts. Her face was already blushing profusely. "God, what's he doing to me," she did not imagine things would escalate so suddenly. It seemed that accepting his proposal had made him very affectioned. At the same time, she hadn't been sure to what exactly his request would entail. If he wanted her to build a bird nest and lay down eggs, he would be out of luck.
However, it seemed this did involve a lot more contact than she anticipated. Not that she was complaining, she was absolutely enjoying this. Yes, this was new and strange, and yes, she had just hugged and kissed a raptor, but there was no one here to judge her, so who gives a fuck. Not her, by a long shot.
Of course, her thoughts were interrupted by Chaser gently trying to pull her blanket down. She froze at that, unsure what to do. Should she stop him? Ask him what he was doing?
He was a raptor, so he obvious didn't saw the same sex appeal at her breasts and other body parts like humans did, but she wasn't sure this was appropriate still. At the same time, she did agree to become his mate, his significant other, and he was probably just curious about her body, maybe wanting to explore her a bit. Honestly, she didn't really mind.
The thought of him "exploring" her body brought on a new shiver up her spine. God, why did that sound so good?
Restraining herself for a bit, she allowed him to continue. The blanket slipped downwards, revealing her breasts and her belly.
Chaser examined her body closely, looking at her like a jeweler searching a diamond for imperfections. He found none. Instead, he was intrigued by her form, the way it looked unrestricted by those body coverings. He once again took in her scent, also bringing one of his claws between those two mounds of flesh hanging from her chest. He found them really weird.
Samantha, relaxing a bit after the initial shock, giggled at his ministrations. "Bet he never saw something like this before" she mused.
There was something special about seeing her like this, devoid of any garments. Something told him she was showing a great deal of trust by doing this, and that simple thought poured more fuel into the firestorm raging inside him. She was so vulnerable like this, but also beautiful in a strange way. He wanted to appreciate every inch of her body, to show how much he wanted her.
Chaser continued to smell and nuzzle her, while Sam examined his feathers along his arms and chests. She loved how the bigger ones along the arms almost resembled wings, how his chest was fluffy mess of white feathers. Occasionally, they would each hit a particularly sensitive spot on the other, causing a wide range of reactions and sounds. Each one of those, from quiet moans to soft purrs, was like music to them.
Her heart was beating furiously inside her chest, and her body felt like it was on fire. The mere sight of him slowly feeling her body made her blush profusely. This whole situation was surreal, doing this sort of thing with a raptor whom she had just accepted as some sort of boyfriend after he opened up about all the great things he saw on her.
At the same time, she was more and more being turned on by this. If there was one thing she missed almost as much as good food was human touch, affection. Yes, she could relieve herself whenever sexual desire sprung up, but it always left her feeling lonely and sad after the orgasm had settled.
While Chaser wasn't human, his gentle touch was near equal. She could feel his affection with each gesture and was loving every second of it. However, this did make her slightly frustrated, as she didn't think the two of them were compatible in a sexual way or if she was even willing to test it. Sam didn't know anything about raptor reproduction, but she doubted it played the same social role as it did in humans, involving lots of pleasure and entertainment. For all she knew he might not even have…
"Okay, maybe I shouldn't go there" She thought. It was best to cross this bridge when the time came.
Right as she thought that there was a small spike of pleasure from her left breast. She looked down, seeing one of Chaser rubbing one of his claw's blunt sides against her nipple, seemingly amused by the way it hardened.
"Christ, this is just insane."
He took note of the way Samantha had reacted, and proceeded to do the same with the other, watching carefully how she squirmed at this action.
The woman, for her part, was beginning to think this was some sort of foreplay (as it sure felt like it) but knew this should be impossible. Animals didn't do this. Yes, a lot of them masturbated and were sexually active even outside breeding seasons, but the way humans practiced foreplay was very unique. Besides, Chaser was a dinosaur, something closer to a bird than a mammal, there was no way he knew anything like that.
Looking at him once again, Samantha felt she was about to find out, as Chaser's attention was going lower and lower down her body, getting really close to her hips.
Her breath was hitched in her throat as he finally slipped the rest of the blanket off, leaving her fully exposed to him. Once again, he took a moment to examine her, looking at every curve in detail.
This time, Chaser was even more intrigued. Her legs looked fleshier and more rounded than the males his clan had killed, more devoid of fur too. In the middle, there was patch of fur with an… opening below it.
Was this her…
His eyes went up, and he saw Sam frozen in place.
"Oh," He thought to himself. "This really is her entrance, interesting."
It was different from his kind, but still somewhat familiar. He noted there was a peculiar smell emanating from it.
He then realized why the soft skin was frozen like this. He had been caressing and exploring every part of her body, and now he was staring right at her parts. This was a really suggestive situation.
Such information had an immediate effect on his body. There was already a mix of desire within his curiosity over her body, but now this was being turned into pure lust over her. Again, his eyes roamed her naked body, becoming more and more attracted to it. Chaser didn't want to just explore, he wanted to be with her, be inside her.
Meanwhile, Samantha was torn between lustful curiosity and the more rational side of her brain. Her common sense was shouting at her to end this little adventure, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She wanted to know where this was going, even though she already had a good idea. The mere hypothesis that Chaser knew about foreplay was too enticing to ignore, she was seeing an entire new side of him, and of his kind as a whole.
Of course, she was only willing to keep going because of how much she trusted him.
Just as she thought about this, Chaser once again locked eyes with her and uttered a simple question: "Yess or no?"
Her answer could barely come out as a whisper. "Y-yes."
He proceeded to unceremoniously lower his head between her legs and give a tentative lick at her entrance.
The woman jolted in surprise as he made contact. Yep, this was happening.
Her mind was in pure chaos. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" She just couldn't believe this was happening. "How in the goddammed world does he knows this?" This had big implications about the raptors, it meant they were closer to humans in terms of sexual practice than she could ever imagine. The woman couldn't help but to almost laugh at the thought. "Yes, Samantha, just think about the social implications of a fucking raptor eating you out!" It was amazing how even in the most surreal situations her academic brain still managed to operate.
Another lick caressed her privates, and the woman squirmed on the sheets. His tongue was very different, it was pointy and longer than a human's. She could feel him trying out different parts of her, making her blush uncontrollably.
Chaser began to pick up her taste, noting how she was becoming wetter. He decided to go a step further and venture inside of her, slowly pushing his tongue in. The effect was instant, and Sam let out a quick moan mixed with an "Ah!". Her hands grabbed the sides of his head, but didn't try to move or stop him, instead they just caressed him in approval.
Samantha could barely gather the courage to open her eyes and look downwards. The sight of him doing that almost made her body burst into flames. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying it.
His tongue quickly stablished a rhythm, and Sam found herself moaning louder as he ventured deeper into her. At the same time, she noted he was paying attention to her reactions, and would change his "strategy" accordingly. There was an area, in particular, on her upper lips which seemed to make her shiver whenever his tongue brushed against it, and so he made sure to give it maximum attention.
By now, her juices had soaked his muzzle and the sheets beneath them, and Chaser found himself enjoying how it tasted. He also knew this was a good sign and was proud of picking up on her preferences so quickly. He wanted to make her feel good, make her relax, and he was succeeding on it.
As time passed, the woman became a mess. She could barely keep up with what was happening. Her modesty had been thrown off the window and she surrendered herself to the pleasure she was receiving. His tongue felt amazing inside of her. It had been some time since she had last enjoyed the touch of another, and so now all that pent up desire was bursting free.
"Ah! C-chaser!" Hearing her moaning his name was music to his ears.
Seeing a soft skin like this was unbelievable. A few days ago, this kind of thing wouldn't cross his mind, and now he was here pleasuring her with his tongue. Her kind were always seen with a mix of awe and fear, old legendary beings whom he only knew by what the elder members of his clan were willing to share. Now, not only had he seen several of these beings, but he had grown to know and care about one. Even more, she had accepted him as her mate.
This last thought made him more eager to pleasure her. This was simply unbelievable. He had a soft skin mate and was making sweet love to her. Her body was utterly alien to him, her voice, culture and personality were unlike anything he knew, yet the two of them were sharing the deepest of connections.
For Sam, it was a similar sentiment. She could never have imagined things would spiral into this. The first time she saw Chaser, she had seen a violent animal eager to kill her. Now, she saw a person she cared about and trusted with her life. Her body was completely vulnerable, she was naked in a bed, lacking all her tools and weapons, yet not afraid of all. She could see his big claws, his rows of sharp teeth, and it only made her more excited, for knowing she was having such a unique experience with him.
He picked up his pace with his tongue, feeling her insides beginning to contract around him.
She continued to moan and could feel her pleasure building up rapidly. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly and she instinctively lifted her hips slightly to give him easier access to her core. God, he was hitting all the right places.
His claws pushed her legs open, exposing her even further. He enjoyed how they felt, rubbing them a bit while continuing his work. His eyes focused on her face, watching how her expression change with each motion of his tongue, how she would bite her lip and close her eyes before uttering another moan. He was always amazed at how expressive soft skin faces could be. It seemed this was a big part of their communication.
Finally, her pleasure began to hit a maximum, and she nearly screamed his name. "Oh god, please!" Her body was covered in sweat, and she could barely move.
Chaser did his best to increase his pace, hitting all the places he knew were the most effective.
The pressure inside her became too much, and her body exploded in pleasure, clamping around his tongue and bathing it with her juices.
In the afterglow of her orgasm, Sam was left panting on top of the bed, her body completely limp. At the same time, Chaser took a few seconds to appreciate it all. By the stars, this had been incredible. However, all this work had made him very aroused and eager for release.
"Holy shit, I just got eaten out by a raptor" It sounded even more ludicrous inside her head. Her mind was in shock at it all, trying to understand how Chaser somehow knew how to perform oral sex. "Fuck, he was pretty good at it, too…"
Samantha rose up with her elbows and looked at him. The sight of his wet muzzle, which he was actively licking, made her blush return as strong as ever. She had to admit, seeing him licking her juices like this was very hot. She also noted he was purring somewhat, maybe his version of a pleasant sigh.
However, from her position, she saw something new on him. There was something long and red hanging between his legs.
Her breath was suddenly hitched on her throat for a second time tonight. "Uh… I-I guess that answers it!" Yep, she was now a bit more knowledgeable with raptor anatomy. He did indeed have a penis.
It had been hidden from sight before, but now it was standing proud. "He's aroused" This made her gulp slightly. She knew this was where things were going, but it was still surreal to actually witness it. He wasn't just horny; he was horny for her. Worst of all… she liked it.
"Sam," Chaser had noticed where her attention was focused, and he wanted to first ask for her consent before taking an action. "Do you want…"
Before he could finish, Samantha laid back down and motioned him to move closer. Her mind was made even before he decided to ask. She was okay with this, and she trusted him fully. She had already crossed this bridge the moment she said yes to his previous question. More than that, this felt right. She wanted to do this with him, to have him inside of her.
As he slowly approached, trying to find the right position, the woman took note of the size and shape of his "tool". It was pretty close in size to an average human (thankfully), perhaps a bit longer and thinner; it also didn't have a "head" like a man, but rather it simply tapered near the tip; there were also a few "bumps" along the length, barely noticeable. The reddish color made it quite imposing, and she wanted to feel every inch of it sinking into her. Her heart accelerated as his parts got closer to hers.
The raptor, for his part, was trying to figure out how exactly he was going to take this. His kind were generally pretty conventional when it came to sexual positions, usually with the male on top of the female's back. However, it seemed his soft skin mate had something else in mind, remaining with her belly up and encouraging him to approach. It made sense, really, as a normal position probably wouldn't work, due to their physical differences. Still, this thing she was laying on top off, this soft skin sleeping nest, placed her in a near perfect position for him to align himself with her entrance, which was very convenient.
They were both holding their breaths when he finally settled in position.
"Fucking unbelievable" She thought. Was she really about to do this? About to have sex with a raptor?
She looked at his face again and smiled. Yes, she was going to do this, even though it might be incredibly stupid. Well, that's future Sam's problems, not hers. Right now, she was going to fucking enjoy this, as crazy as it might be.
Chaser prodded her almost shyly, pushing slowly but steadily, while taking deep breaths. He was doing his best to hold himself. Honestly, he wanted nothing more than just slam his entire length into her, but he didn't want to risk hurting her. Besides, this was their first time, he had to make it special.
They both gasped as he finally made his way inside. As more him slipped into her depths, Sam could feel each small "bump" as they brushed against her walls. She could feel every inch of him moving there, it was amazing. Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around the base of his long neck and held him close. The feeling of his feathers against her naked skin combined with every centimeter of him going inside her wasn't like anything she had ever experienced.
To him, this was also a very unique experience. The way she had grabbed him was strange, but still very affectioned. Her core was hot, it felt different from his kind, but still extremely pleasurable, and perhaps a bit tighter. He continued to push forward until almost all his member was inside her.
The raptor experimented giving a feel lazy trust, just to see if everything was okay. The soft skin below him let out a moan, which he was becoming increasingly familiar with, signaling he was good to go. Slowly, he began to move in and out at a steady pace, which was easy to do due to her already lubricated walls.
Wet noises began to fill the room as their lovemaking took shape. Sam was breathing fast, barely able to keep up with the sheer pleasure and wonder of it all. As the raptor increased his pace, she found the rhythm noticeably different from what she knew, which was expected given he wasn't human. She could feel every detail of him going in and out of her, his length hitting different spots than she was used to, due to its alien shape. He also began to let out very soft vocalizations, almost like a weird bird croak.
"Is that his version of a moan?" She wondered. If it was, then she loved it.
Likewise, Chaser absolutely loved the sudden gasps and moans Sam was releasing with each trust. He wanted her to feel as much pleasure as he could provide.
At one point, he rose himself a bit and began to hammer away with more strength, having figured it out she could handle it. Once again, Sam was left a panting mess below him, simply enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from within her. Since his neck was a bit further away from her lazy reach, she instead brought one hand down her lips while the other grabbed her right breast, fondling it.
It was absolutely incredible. She could feel him with her fingers, his member pounding away at her. Her hand ensured no spot between her legs was missed, giving her the maximum amount of pleasure from it. Meanwhile, fondling her breasts gave this a more "human" feeling, bringing memories from her previous experiences (which were not even close to this, due to the sheer wonder of it all).
This last action didn't go unnoticed by Chaser. A quick glance downwards made him notice that hand on her flesh mound. His previous curiosity had already made him aware of how sensitive those two things were, but now it was becoming clear they were also erogenous zones of her. The weird flesh mounds were erogenous, how weird was that?
"By the stars, how would I even explain this to everyone?" He mused.
At the same time, he decided to try and help her with that, if only to see her reaction. He couldn't match her hand's dexterity, but he didn't need to use his claws. Instead, he simply lowered his muzzle next to the untouched flesh mound and gave the tip a good lick.
"Oh my god!" She exclaimed. Her entire body shivered at that.
He didn't need to understand the words to figured out she liked it. From there, it was a simple matter of keep using his tongue in the most creative ways he could think off.
Her mix of "Oh!" and "Ah!" was all the reward he needed. Her hands continued to work on the rest.
By this point, his member was going all the way inside her with each trust. The tip kept hitting the entrance to her womb, driving the woman insane. Pleasure was building up in both of them, begging to be released.
Whatever concerns Sam had previously held about this were long gone. Hell, why the fuck were people so scared of raptors anyway? She could bet nobody would be afraid of them after a session like this. Yes, this right here was something else.
The sheets below their point of contact were absolutely wet with a mix of their juices. There was a steady stream of it coming out from each trust, either running down from her entrance or dripping from his member. Her legs were spread out as much as she could, giving him all the access possible to her cunt. He trusted into her as quickly as he could, rubbing his many feathers all over her body.
Eventually, his trusting became more and more erratic, with more pre dripping into her as he did so. His pleasure was hitting a limit, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Sam was very well aware of it and was equally approaching another orgasm. The mere thought of him, Chaser, a raptor, coming into her womb was almost enough to drive her over the edge. She wanted to feel it, wanted him to spill his seed deep inside her.
She didn't have to wait long. After a few more minutes of lust, the raptor let out a shout and slammed into her a final time, releasing a flood of molten lava inside his soft skin lover. The realization of what just happened, combined with the intensity of these final moments made her reach her climax as well, and she let out a long moan as well.
They remained connected for some time after, with him still giving a few lazy trusts as more jets of his seed spewed inside her. Neither could believe what they had just done.
For Chaser, he had just mated with what was essentially a mythical creature. Despite an awful first meeting, he was now laying down with her as a mate. He loved every part of her exotic and weird soft skin body. Most importantly, he had gone to care deeply for her as a person and was glad he was able to show her just how much he did.
For Sam, it was a mix of amazement and amusement, as she realized she was probably the first human to have intercourse with another sentient and intelligent creature. "What a great scientific achievement," She joked. Still, while this wasn't what she had in mind earlier, she had enjoyed it immensely and didn't regret it one bit. Not in a million years she would've imagined she would end up in this sort of situation, but she was glad she did. She liked Chaser, owned her life to him, so if there was anyone she would be willing to try this, it would be him. More than anything, her loneliness, which had accompanied her for so long, was finally dead and buried. The final company she had missed, the company of a lover, was now satiated, and it was with wonderful person.
He slipped out of her eventually, leaving an absolute mess around the spot where their union had happened. Sam figured she would get rid of the old sheets and try cleaning her blanket tomorrow. It was already night and this activity had left her extremely exhausted. Instead, she just moved away from that particular spot.
Chaser was tired as well, so he climbed onto the bed and laid down next to her, using his long tail and neck to envelop Sam. The woman let out a content sigh at that, turning herself towards him and pressing herself against his white chest. This time, there was no shame in it, she could enjoy this wonderful feeling freely.
Neither of them had expected any of this to happen but were now happy that it did. Despite all their hardships and future challenges, tonight they could relax and just enjoy this brief moment of peace.
It didn't take long before sleep overtook them.
-x-
So there you have it, the weird couple did it. Figuring out a way to make this whole affair look reasonable was a huge pain.
With this, the story is heading to the closing chapters. I don't know how many exactly I'll need to wrap up, but it will take a while, because writting this took a lot of energy from me and I'll need some time to rest. Plus, there's also my job and college to consider.
As always, please leave a comment/review.