A Trapped Beast

You would think, because of the media and the entertainment industry, that the first few “GMO Dinosaurs" would be tested and located in a tropical paradise off the coast of the Central or South Americas. SYNCORP sought otherwise and cut a deal to have their main headquarters in the westernmost region of Xinjiang in China, along its border with Central Asia. Not ideal for eager tourists or grad students, but it had one major draw: dinosaurs. Legitimate specimens on display and ready to be tested and gawked at by curious outsiders. Within just a few days after training at his certification center, Edgar was ready to start his own "field research" project, assigned to him by the mostly coherent Chinese national that was his boss. Interestingly, he was one of the only Caucasians there not from Russia; just a Brit in the midst of Russians, Chinese, and a few Koreans.

"Corridor H7C. Take lots of notes." Those were the basics of his orders. The large industrial building was hardly a maze, just hard to look at sometimes. The front lobby and meeting rooms were all in the front of the building, fancy modernist chic. The immediate back half was more akin to your average sci-fi movie with thicker plates of metal along the walls and floors instead of marble or fine sandstone. Posters and informational placards helped remind you just what country you were in, a mix of communist government propaganda and useful information if you could read Simplified Chinese. Edgar wasn't an expert, but knew enough to get around the facility. He scanned his ID card against a small square reader and entered the simulated outdoor cage area that housed most specimens. Today's subject was a lone female raptor; what kind of raptor was still up to interpretation given how many genomes they spliced. Surprisingly, he was able to waltz in without any body armor or tranquilizing weapons; he learned that all the creatures so far had shock collars set to sting them in case of any "unwanted behaviors", but it still made him nervous.

“Alright, where is this bloody thing?"

A dangerous pair of eyes settled on the male. They could have spotted a target eight times farther than the newcomer was capable of as he entered her domain. The next visible item was rows of teeth, like a biological chainsaw for ripping and tearing flesh, glistening as a long thick tongue ran along those naturally wicked sharp fangs. In fact, every single part of her anatomy was meant to stalk, run, hunt, fight, and own the lands of prehistory that her kind once reigned over. Yet, modern technology reigned now, having managed to pen her up, settled her savagery with their needles and jolts of pain, and did strange things to her head. Eventually the needles ceased, but the peculiar things did not, even now when her cries and shrieks had morphed into that parody of mating or hunting calls, one called 'language'.

Still, no amount of needles, shocks, or language could strip away what she was: a Huntress. And whatever her captives had branded onto her hide, such she would know herself as, while she crept ever closer to the fearful male that smelled different than the others. At one point she was visible, out in the open in some soft napping spot, but then she disappeared at the first sign of company. That rustling in the foliage around him didn't sound good to Edgar. Either this specimen was idling, dazed, or actually stalking him like prey. With all the security and cameras around (it was China after all), at least any recorded attacks or aggression would go on record. Still didn't make him feel safe.

“Come on now!" he called out to her, just so he could take his notes and get this over with. “Stick your head out, yeah?"

If she hadn't been dulled with the constant routine of shocks and needles, the Huntress would have leapt upon the lax and insolent soul, to feast and attack as she was made to do by the genetic crucible of biology and evolution. Yet now that wasn't the case, with the lithe lean body of the Huntress emerging from a thicket of ferns. He had to take a step back and recall himself just from the sight of her reveal. That was it, humanity's biggest achievement, looking a bit miserable from all the treatment she's received like an elephant forced to give rides to naive tourists.

“Oh...hello," he gave a weak introduction, then went right to jotting down along his clipboard. Stature? Eye color? Visible scars? They all needed detailing.

"Hello." The beast croaked out in her 'voice', a form given words it never should have had, but now did.

It was enough to give the man pause. 'What the fuck? They didn't say it could talk!' came his inner reaction, and on the outside he was equally taken aback. “Oh! Uh…" He gave a check-mark along her "vocal patterns" box noting that they were functional. “I'm Edgar. Did they give you a name?"

"I believe 'they' call me ecks-for-sehven-dash-vee."

It was the title that they addressed her, and perhaps even branded into her hide. Edgar guessed that this Huntress knew her true name, and didn't desire to share it with this stranger just yet.

“X47-V, right." Edgar repeated back to her. Her physical state seemed like it was in reasonable shape, unless she knew something he or they didn't. After some more scratches of his pen along the clipboard paper, he began his mental evaluation of the creature. “How are you feeling right now? Hungry? Happy? In pain? Sick?" He rattled off all of the descriptors she could respond with and/or attribute her current state with, as was procedure at this facility it seemed. Was he still nervous of her and her natural instincts? Of course, but the less he showed of his inner fears, the less agitated the dino would be. From all the questioning, prattling, and posture, X could see through his bluff and to the frightened male beneath it all. So, she merely stepped closer to bring her eye with his, avian-esque retinas focusing on his own, while her breath puffed out in bursts of hot air exhausted from strong lungs.

"You are afraid. Why?"

His spiel stopped and his eyes met with hers with a stammer in his throat. They were honestly gorgeous to look at from both a scientific and aesthetic perspective. The body they were attached to, while just as fascinating, could still rip him apart if the needles and shocks don't work.

“I'm the one asking questions here, okay?"

"Ah? And if I do not answer? What then? What will you do?"

Seemingly, the Huntress would not back down so easily, not when she had already replied to a question of his own, and had those of her own desires. She had something in mind, obviously; maybe she was tired of the same routine questions and diagnostics and wanted to have a decent conversation, or play a game of Yahtzee perhaps. Anyone's guess. The beast wasn't likely going to go barbaric on him either with that posture and look in her eyes.

“Alright, spill it. What do you want?" He dropped the happy scientist act, now more blunt and genuine.

"You asked me my name, and I answered. I asked why you are afraid, but you did not answer. I want to ask questions too. I was made to have a voice. Why, if I may not use it?" Her head turned, peering with her other eye, nostrils flaring to take in his scent. Well, if she wanted proper conversation, she was going to get it. Would be better for her mental state, probably.

“Alright, fine. I'm afraid because of what you can naturally do. Sharp claws and teeth, thick strong legs, and apparently cunning wit. Take it as a compliment, X." That was going to be her nickname for now, unless she wanted another one.

"Good. You are not as dull as other Two-legs."

Extending up to her full height, she towered far over the male, stretching and snapping her jaws with a flourish before she settled and rested once more. It was becoming clear how different from the rest of the lot he was, and not because he was more or less cowardly than they were. It was, however, reasonable to regard her in fear knowing what she was capable of and how she could get away with it, minus some more attacks of electricity or dulling medication. "I do not feel as you do. I am healthy, I have no immediate hunger."

What single word could describe his utter fascination and yet total anxiety over seeing her show off like that, stretching her body and gnashing her teeth. He noted down that her vitals were all in tip-top shape, but still he had to quiz her mental state. With a deep breath, he sat down as casually as he could with her. “Right then. Do they let you have any friends?"

"Friends?" If her vocal cords could laugh, they would be doing so. Instead, she rolled her eyes and turned her body to offer a sight at her most recent shots. “Do friends jab you with needles and place a collar on your neck to bring pain when they wish?" She grumbled. It was clear that these 'questions' were rhetorical, and displayed a sense of agitation in the beast. She let out a hiss and replied with a proper answer. "No. Why are you really here? You do not come just to bark questions at me. You do not come with the shocks and needles. You have a reason."

That made him even more anxious, but it was clear that her frustrations were with the facility and not him. Still, getting yelled at by a beastly bird was not something he expected today. His confidence might be waning, but if he stood up or walked away now, that'd just exacerbate the situation. “Don't shoot the messenger, X. They told me to ask you a bunch of questions, take notes, and leave. Not much I can do other than keep you calm." As a strapping young lad first day on the job, you would think she had a bit more patience for him, but she was just as ill-informed as he was. There were quite a few things he was ill-prepared for, one of them being an intelligent conversation with a prehistoric monster brought back to life. “And, if it's any consolation, it's been a childhood dream to meet a dinosaur!"

A pleased growling sound left her jaws as the beast nodded approvingly. "I see. A shame then, that all you wish to do is ask your questions, take notes, and leave."

It was a reassuring answer, but it begged the question: did the huntress have any rancor for the stranger? Or for anyone at this point? The more he prodded, it further came to him that she could change her place in life by her strength, speed, and skill, or she could not, and she was prey. “Well, come to think of it,“ He replied, loving the sound of those growls. “You're a smart girl, yeah? Know any jokes?" Her intelligence was truly nothing like he'd seen in a non-human creature; the closest he'd thought of was AI, but that was already programmed to have clever remarks stored away as a cheap gimmick. This beast had a natural learning brain, something that's obviously been trained in language arts, independent of programming, just like a person would. "If you don't know any, I could tell you some."

She gave pause, then curled an almost human-like grin with those sharp teeth. "What do you call a Two-legs in the wild?"

Without waiting for a reply, X snarled playfully and snapped her jaws together to accent the punchline. "Food~"

He jumped from the sudden chomp with a worried yelp escaping from him. Once his heart calmed and his body repositioned, he replied. “Hahaha...oh, what a kidder,“ was his nervous retort while he gathered himself from what seemed like a very real threat. They hadn't shocked her yet, so they must have seen that coming in the booth. “Well, uh...I got one then. What's a raptor's favorite number?"

An eyebrow cocked as the beast came closer, ready to hear the answer to this question. "Do tell."

His heart still raced each time she'd get close to him, but he had to keep his composure in order to have a good punchline. He gave a weak snarl–compared to hers–then gnashed his teeth feign-predatory. “Eight!"

Reeling back as if struck, X found this most amusing with how she let out such screeches and cries of mirth, which would probably just sound like bestial fury to anyone else. "Yes! I approve! This Two-legs has teeth!" Settling down into a bunched and ready crouch, for all the world the beast seemed ready to pounce, as she gave another attempt at humor. "How does a Two-legs make water?" Oh good, she liked his joke. But, now she had another, with the joke being she was gonna scare him into pissing himself. If he were a prehistoric beast like her, bred to kill and hunt, then teasing her prey was the obvious sport. Time to throw her off with a dull, scientific response.

“Create a plumbing system designed not just to water crops and quench thirst, but also assist in toiletries?"

"No~"

Seeming as crestfallen as a beast could, the Huntress slouched, snorted…

...then snarled!

"Like this!"

With that, she leapt like a bolt of biological lightning, soaring clear over the male and scratching her claws along the armored one-way glass. That damning encased observatory booth had always watched her, seeing her as more of a product than a living being. Edger had coiled from her game of leapfrog, only to see her bash and claw at the walls, then sink into an electrocuted slump. Judging from the furious pulsing of shocks and pains at her throat, her joke had worked and there would be some very sodden meals in that artificial construct. She slunk back against the wall and closed her eyes, hissing in discomfort as she endured the pain for the comedy of her sport. The day-one scientist had to pause to take it all in, but soon he'd stand, see himself fully dry, then hurry over to her fallen body.

“Jesus wept, X...are you alright?" He wanted to ask if she was a masochist, but that might be a tad rude. Still, he had to know her motives of self-harm, or if she just wanted to keep everyone on their toes. But, now that she had fallen, was the test over? The other scientists weren't pressing him to leave right away, but he didn't feel too comfortable staying in there.

"Hssk, hssk, yes...I am well..."

Cracking open an eye to peek at her interviewer, it seemed like the Huntress regarded the male with a new light. Weak and frightful in his soft human-y way, but there was more in him than to those with the needles and shocks. She liked him, insomuch as one could like her prey in all other regards.

"I do not think the others enjoyed my joke.~"

“No, I don't think they did." He knelt down and gave her cheek a gentle pet, perhaps in reassurance that this wouldn't be their only encounter. With that, he was escorted out of the cage, without apology or advice on such feisty behavior. Maybe it was implied that he'd have to suck it up and expect more of that, but ethically that's not how procedure goes with live subjects. Especially ones brought back from extinction tens of millions of years ago.

Later that night, Edgar had trouble sleeping in his cramped dormitory-style room. It could be the change in timezone, the malfunctioning Air-con, but most likely it was X. Something about her condition, her personality and wit attracted him. Not in a romantic or sexual way, as far as he knew, but in a purely scientific way. Peeking outside, not a soul was patrolling the halls and corridors. Not that it mattered that much since those CCTV cameras were still revealing his long walk to 7C. He'd think of an excuse the next morning. For now, it was time to escape into the night and visit the beast once more.

“Anyone awake in there?" He asked out loud in the protective glass chamber, turning on some lights, deactivating the cameras. Nothing too weird, right? Even without the lights, the dinosaur could be seen. An outline revealed to the male as he returned, yet this should have been far later than any scheduled needle, shock, or question session. The beast did not truly lay down, but relaxed in a comfortable crouch with her long sinuous tail shielding a pair of powerfully muscled hind-legs. She rested in a nest that was trampled flat from the tall grasses, not too foreign to what one imagined from her forebears sprinting through in the thrill of a hunt. Giving no reply save for a clicking warble of her throat, she made a sign that the Huntress knew the male would investigate. She was too comfortable to get up, and he had no way (or perhaps will) to force her, anyways, but investigate he did. Entering the environment once more, no clipboard or idea what he was doing, just a drive to be with the dinosaur once more. To set the mood, he had turned the lights off again, perhaps realizing he had to think about this in a more stealth-like fashion.

“Hate to interrupt your nap, but I just needed to see you again," Edgar simply said, sitting down by the laid body.

"Hrm, you are not afraid anymore. Pity. I enjoyed making you tremble."

Keeping her eyes half lidded, the animal didn't deny the male entry into her nest, and he would be wise to realize what such a moment meant to a predator like her. “You could, not that I would care. I have a feeling you wouldn't intentionally hurt me. How's it going, love?"

It didn't hit him at first, but the more he relaxed and sat with the beast, the more he realized that was a possibility. Given the fact that she was held inside this prison of an environment and had basic needs like any other living being, it was no surprise; he didn't have the nerve to initiate such action, though. A young mare could go into heat and show her availability to the farmer, even in the presence of a nearby stallion, but the responsible farmer knew better than to commit bestiality. Now, if the horse could talk and reason, was it still bestiality?

"Is it going? I believe you know that answer. A waste of a question. Nothing will change in this place for me, you and I know this." Blinking slowly to indicate her trust in the squishy soft human, X drew a breath, held it, then let it out slowly. She cracked her normally fearsome visage into a passable parody of a smile for the male's efforts. "I believe I am owed a question now. So, I will ask, what do they call you? Besides 'brave', I imagine."

“Oh, apologies. Call me Edgar," He reintroduced himself to the beast, grinning at the idea that he was 'brave', but with a cautious hand he did reach over to touch along her torso and feel her resting, breathing body.

"Edgar…" She rolled the name along her long reptilian tongue and murmured. “You are not like the others. You know this, too."

The feeling of her quasi-scales against his skin would be unique, as they currently baffled archeologists who had refuted the long held theory that velociraptors had coverings of feathers rather than scales. In truth, it was both at once, long sleek tapered scales with the aerodynamic qualities of feathers. Eyes blinking slowly still, X gave that rumbling growl of pleasure once more from the bold hand, as she did not indicate he should stop touching her. Just like a purring cat appreciative of attention. They were lovely to touch, and he felt all over, her back, her belly, up along her chest and to her chin. The scientist didn't just stop at one hand either, making sure he traveled both hands in affection. And as her pleased raptor sounds didn't cease, neither did his exploratory and perhaps intimate hands. The only place he'd avoid for the moment was her lower half.

“Question: does that make me your friend?" An important question for Edger to ask.

Moving her tail, the beast would show her dexterity as she coiled it about his waist and drew him closer, granting access to her vulnerable underbelly and sensitive regions of her anatomy. "I do not know if a predator and its prey can be 'friends', nor what a 'friend' is. Yet, I also did not think a being like you existed before now, Edgar. So maybe I do not know all that may be."

This was the closest he had gotten to a hug, a hand moving along her thick and scaly tail. But, now he could easily do a lot more than pet her. Dare he go further? He was already risking his position, his status, quite a lot just for sneaking out for a chat and cuddle, not like he wasn't in huge trouble already. Perhaps just an inspection, hand sliding down her belly to feel where her tail met her legs and bottom. Yet as his hands pursued some hidden agenda along her body, the raptor would stop him with a nudge of her head at his shoulder, before bringing her brilliantly hued and complex eyes a breath away from his own. He heard a clicking in her throat as she could sense his heart beating, breathing, all his vitals.

"I think you want more than a 'friend', in any case. Is this true?"

That gaze didn't stop his heart beating in heated passion. Was it really passion? Surely he never dreamed of taking a chance to stick his dick inside a prehistoric girl like her. Yet, here he was, stopped just short of feeling her up. “To be honest, I'm conflicted. Could you ever let a human go that far with you?"

"Would I take a 'hoo-man' into my nest? No. I would not." Perhaps he was being too handsy and comfortable. What seemed to be the end of so much, the promise of much more, and the beginning of an entirely insane affair began with just one word. Yet it surged back with a few more, as she shifted to lay down in a pose more inviting to the eager man. She couldn't reveal that part of her anatomy for him just yet.

"I would do it for Edgar, though."

Astonishingly, so much trust and care was put onto him to the point that now he really could do anything he wanted with her. The heat of the moment had cursed him with sexual attraction, but there was only one way to treat that! Edger jumped right at the chance, careless of his actions now or their consequences. He kissed and pecked along her neck and left cheek, one hand along her chest and the other finally jetting between those hindlegs and touching along her hidden slit. For a cold-blooded creature, she was becoming warmer to touch, but mainly around her underbelly. One might imagine how different it was attempting foreplay with a creature like her. With no interest or desire in kissing, and no breasts like a mammalian female would have, the options for foreplay were limited. Yet once more, this was not so much a drawback as just another facet to the beautiful being. Animals didn't need to be prepared or warmed. Most of them sought after sex for survival. A female could have been mounted, knee deep in mud, with rain pouring, for all she cared.

At the moment, X could sense that this was important to Edgar, so she relaxed and splayed her legs wide, revealing her sex and nethers for his eyes and hands. For such a forbidden fruit, it was so plain aside from being a singular horizontal slit rather than a long vertical line which separated birth from other bodily functions. That didn't stop him from toying with such a naughty hole.

“Ohhh, X…"

He exhumed the hot breaths of his lust against her body, indulging himself with nothing else to live for at that point in time. She would learn that night just how loving and passionate humans were when mating, even if it was just for the human's sake. Edgar pulled himself back and went right for his belt and trousers, stripping them off as quickly as he could while still straddling on top of her body. Given her predatory nature, he figured that she would be the one on top, but perhaps by nature females usually weren't. Soon enough, his stiff cock and hanging sack were on display, and bravely he turned around and brought them closer to her maw. “There's a certain…ritual humans like to do before mating. They like to indulge and taste their mate's sexes. Give it a try?" There was a prayer that she would taste him in a delicate way.

Her facsimile of a smile widened to display the rows of ripping fangs and cutting incisors, now a true leering grin as the Huntress eyed the slender but thick, throbbing but delicate organ of her partners malehood.

"Are you certain you desire that?~"

The thought of her chomping at his cock and balls only made the situation that much more exciting. Then again, he knew she wouldn't do that; why castrate your only two-legged friend? “Yes, and put your tongue to good use," he instructed, his face now meeting between her legs as he took in a whiff of sexually excited raptor cloaca. It was almost overwhelming at first, but he braved it and slid his tongue along that pair of lower folds, thankfully wet and enticing. Hissing in pleasure, the beast had never been touched like this before. Perhaps her folds had been spread with a gloved hand, but never had pleasure been the intent. She gingerly extended her neck to run her long thick tongue along his throbbing, leaking member. Unlike a regular human, she was able to wrap her appendage along his own like a grasp and stroking slowly.

“Oh, that's heavenly!" insisted her partner.

Her hips adjusted and squirmed from her surprisingly dexterous tongue. Coiling, licking, jerking off his cock. No other girl could compare; not that he'd know. He wouldn't tell her right now that his first time was going to be with this scaly beast, but really it didn't matter. They were sharing a moment, one with the most trust and love you would give to another being.

Hungrily, he dove into her slit, suckling and slurping against her hole, tongue drilling in deep like it was plunging for treasure. He grabbed along her thighs of trained muscle, keeping her spread for both his and her pleasure. As he explored her divide, Edgar would come to find that one thing no paleoarchaelogist would ever have known, and something even the needle and shock 'Two-legs' did not know: the interior of her folds were a maze of myriad bumps, turns, spirals, and various other formations meant to better allow her to birth those eggs she would lay in a natural environment; not to mention just how that could feel against the males sex. Now he really wanted her on top one day! He did have a thing for being tied up and used like a toy; one thing at a time, though. Right now, he was eager just to mate her and let her be his first. His face pulled back along with his tongue, a lick of his lips from the excess that leaked out. A hand patted her inner thigh to catch her attention further. “Alright, good work. Switch positions now. How's it taste?" He had to ask since she was slobbering and stroking him off, and seemed like she was enjoying it.

The taste, his scent, the pheromones and hormones that leaked from his pores and let her read his mood. Just this hunk of meat alone was like tasting his soul, drinking down his desire and licking up his lust. Even if he had no worries about her teeth, X did not wish to take his tool between her jaws. She knew that all it would take was one mishap, and she could bite right through his girth. Still, she felt his tongue inside her, feeling that touch at her leg, and she took it as a sign to cease. Doing just that, the beast flicked an eye towards her prey and nodded, before speaking with a sibilant hiss of bestial craving.

"It's...good...so...good…"

“Good, good...then I'll give you something better."

He moved downwards and straddled along her hips once more, cock now coated in her saliva, aiming for the freshly-tasted cloaca. As much as he wanted to keep their sixty-nine position, he knew they both had an end goal. Heart pounding in desire, he lowered himself and pushed the tip of his rod to her entrance, then he plunged into her slick and coated tunnel. Arching her neck, the creation of science and evolution would let out a long snarling hiss of pleasure, her tail tautening its grasp on her male while he began to mate with her.

"Yessssssssss~"

Unbelievable, going in balls-deep inside this dino beast, who was wrapped around his thumb at the moment. He expected some tightness given her possible virginity, but not the fleshy grip she had around his cock with each paced pump. His rhythm inside of her was slow and exploratory, and a bit clumsy as any inexperienced man would be. “Ahh, X. I...I have to admit that you're...my first mate…" he admitted.

"Ahhh, do you see any other males like my kind around? You are my first, as well."

With that out of the way, there wouldn't be any judging on either part, would there? Not like they were in a position to judge in the first place, but it is always a worry for first-timers. The human may have lacked skill, but so too did X not have a clear notion of what she should do. Yet it seemed like the beast had a hardwired biological set of reflexes for this, and so she moaned in her sibilant cawing way. It grasped at the girth with all the many and manipulative folds of her canal. He relaxed into his thrusts, sliding his hands down from her thighs up along her chest again, giving a deep gazing peer into her reptilian pussy. That very alien pussy clenching and milking at his cock; it might just spoil any other human pussy he would have encountered later on in life had he not chosen to delve into this beast. Not that he would complain, given the facility was a sausage-fest and he wasn't fond of that.

Powerful muscles clenched and uncoiled in a rhythm as the huntress used her legs to rock into his touches. Such a sublime burning of pleasure, rippling up through her anatomy. Those eyes would roll, dilate, gain and lose focus. She was well and truly fucked for the first time! And what a delight seeing how much pleasure his plunging rod gave. It only made him fuck her harder and faster. Their crotches slapped from combined efforts towards their mating display, with a rising build-up inside Edgar's loins. This was it! He was going to cum so hard, unlike anything his solo jerk-off sessions could muster!

“Oh X, I'm almost there...I'm gonna fill your pussy with so much cum," he moaned out to his loving prehistoric partner, arms now gripping even tighter around her body in a passionate embrace.

"Ssssssssyessss! Breed me! Fill me!"

Jaws snapped with lethal force in thin air. The beast was reaching her own peak, anxious about the tumultuous tempest that is stirring inside her loins. For once in her short span of existence, the raptor had met something she could not outrun, claw to pieces, or frighten with her visage. This feeling made her afraid, and so she turned to Edgar for support. She was hearing his heart pound like a stampede, his breath like the bellowing of some mighty beast, and she knew he was just as lost as her. In a way, this soothed X, and she gave him a rumbling snarl of pleasure. She was ready to take his seed deep inside her. Now that they were both at their climaxes, Edgar tensed up against her body with a torrent of his seed blasting past every inner crevice and into her womb. That throbbing and leaking cock was relentless with its pounding, and now it was coating her canal in climaxing cum. He was reduced down to pleasured grunts and sharp gasps, his whole body buckling down and hyper-focused on the primal urge.

That long thick tail whipped away from her mate to thrash and writhe in the air. For several long moments, the Huntress had to release the excessive surges of pleasure and energy. It was pounded inside her cold-blood brain, breaking free of its chains. Her talons carved along the false earth of the floor, great gouges of synthetic material and steel barriers alike. Such was her desire and frenzy. She even lost how to make sounds like a human, and could only howl, cry, shriek and snarl. Those noises that could curdle the blood of any prey unfortunate enough to be in her sight.

Perhaps Edgar should invest in some earplugs for next time, or maybe he shouldn't get her so riled up if he wanted them to be stealthy. Regardless, his eyes met hers once his body finally eased into the end of his release. His body slumped against the beast's, heaving breaths from their excursion. “What a call that was. I think I may have awakened something in you, X,“ Edgar noted in a sweet whisper.

"Mrrrrrl? Nothing is new in me…" The beast would reply, althewhile snarling and flexing her powerful sex muscles to continue to pleasure and manipulate her males member. Her instincts were driving her to seek out every spurt of seed she could get. “Besides you."

At that moment, Edgar knew what to do. Something clicked in his brain, something that had been warming up and realizing itself, and now at their climax he knew his true purpose and reasoning.

“X, we're running away." He simply stated, patting a hand along her belly as he slowly eased himself out from her body, feeling every crevice trying to keep in himself and gather his seed. “You need to see life for what it really is. Keeping you inside here, such an intelligent, cunning, dare I say...sexy creature like you? It wouldn't be right! I don't know exactly how we're going to get around security or the cameras, but...we'll find a way. Then, we can both be free!"

Nodding slowly in agreement with her mate–for that was what he was now, even if he did not have the same cold-blooded mind–X had long known she would not be able to live in this awful trap for all her life. She knew that there were only two forms of life, predators and prey. Even for all her strength, skill, guile and finesse, as long as she allowed those bastards to stick needles in her and shock her, it was clear she would be a prey in here. As she stirred back into a crouch, she looked to where she had clawed at the floor, and noticed that her scratches had made a sort of...hole. It seemed to be some passage, reserved for humans, hidden under a metal plate she had effortlessly torn apart in her passions. "What is this?"

Fastening his trousers and underwear back on, he watched the dino dig around for their exit. It seemed like her instincts had found a grated cover over some kind of passage. It would be possible to sneak in and see where it leads, but the problem was if it could fit both of their body sizes. “Some kind of passageway? See if you can pry it open."

Indeed, after tearing off the strange panel, flimsy as it was to her, the beast had indeed discovered a passage cut into the floor of her confinement. At first, it didn't seem as if there was a way out for her, the crawl space was just big enough for her mate and one more. The escape plan seemed all but lost, though eventually the beast could squeeze her body and contort her way through such a space. It did help that he was able to yank at her claws or head through some parts, but there soon came a path large enough for the both of them to go into a full sprint…only to be met with a group of understandably angry and concerned Asian men and women. They were armed as well, most likely non-lethal pellets. The both of them were commanded to step down and comply, in both Mandarin and English. X was not afraid, however, putting on a stance and snarling with intent to shred, eviscerate, and much worse. But that's not what happened.

It was the mad Brit that leapt into action first, to the surprise of every being in the area. While his flailing didn't do much to stop the armed military in front of him, the Huntress did manage to leapfrog and deal some carnage. Claws digging and ripping apart flesh and armor alike, heads and necks separated, a stolen gun firing back with mediocre accuracy–that was Edgar. To put it lightly, people died. Not Edgar, thankfully.

The Huntress had to take him upon her back at this point, sprinting across hallways and fields with frightened scientists waving portable lights and running to and fro from boltholes. She was damaged, pelted, and bruised. Yet these soft lazy prey couldn't stop or catch the lovers, and they managed to run off together, not into the sunset, but into a brighter future all the same.

The immediate area was quite the undertaking, what with the unforgiving mountains and dry, cold deserts unfit for most life. Following the roads was the safest bet, even if that meant hiding from or attacking passerby vehicles–they were mostly military anyway. The closer they got into civilization, however, the easier they could hide in the cold night and into the early mornings. Seemed like an abandoned home was their resting place. Perhaps their future wasn't as bright after all, but it was better than being in that damn facility.