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Jurassic World Dinosaurs Bone	By : LetThereBeLood Category: G through L > Jurassic Park Views: 25340 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights nor make any money off of Jurassic World or Jurassic Park, or anything related to it. This is entirely fanmade, just for the fun of it.

Chapter List
- 1-Pachy Pumping
- 2-Raptor Romp
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The wind kicked up dusty dirt as she walked, leaving specks of it staining the lower half of her skirt. With the area along the cliffs the most secluded on the island, they had decided to build the raptor paddock here, but that didn’t mean she had to like it. The sound of waves crashing against the island was never not in the background, and without any tree cover, the heat from the sun would have been enough to make her sweat a bit. But the moon hung over head at the moment, leaving her to put up with just a chilly breeze.
Floodlights kept the area surrounding the paddock well lit, not that there were many people to actually benefit from it. At this late hour, she’d most likely be the only one here. The walkways that lined the perimeter of the paddocks upper half empty of life, and the only car nearby was hers. For the first time, she’d get to view these brand new raptors alone, and up close. She came to a stop in front of the sturdy metal gate that lead into a rectangle of sturdy metal bars. It was not unlike an airlock in function, although it was designed to keep dinosaurs in and let people out, rather than astronaut.
She turned to face the keypad to the left of the door, putting in the ‘691993’ code into it, a code only her and a few others knew. There was a metal sound as the gate was released, and slowly pulled open. Stepping in, she headed for the gate ahead of her. There wasn’t much to see here, it really was for the most part just an in between area for the two gates, alongside the keypads that opened them. The gate behind her would close automatically before the second opened, not that she was planning on entering. She could see all she wanted to see here.
The collection of trees and foliage in the center, which helped cover metal scaffolding that kept the plus shaped walkways above the paddock overhead. Dead leaves and dirt covered the paddocks floor, moonlight replacing what would normally be sunlight or artificial lights illuminating it. Yet, despite this, she could see no raptors. Even after leaning in, hand resting against the cool metal, she could not spot one. They had only recently been moved in, she figured they would have still been exploring and getting used to their home.
Perhaps they were asleep and she had simply come at a bad time? Her hand moved to reach into the breast pocket of her shirt, retrieving her phone. The sudden brightness of it’s screen made her eyes squint, but she could see that the clock read just after 11. Not exactly a busy hour, even for her. As she pocketed her phone, the raptor revealed itself. It erupted from the foliage in the center, springing into view and charging across the roughly twenty feet of open ground in only a few seconds.
Powerful legs launched it up and towards Claire, who had turned just in time to see the dinosaur collide with the metal gate between them. A scream left her throat, the lower half of it’s legs managing to reach through the bars. The curved, razor like claw on one of its feet slashed a cut across her button up shirt, and she fell back onto her rear in surprise. She scrambled back, leaving a shallow trail in the dirt as she hurried to put distance between them. Heart racing, eyes wide. Never before had she seen something move so fast, and attack with such ferocity.
Claire made a note to have a word with Owen about their aggression tomorrow, but now, she had seen enough of the raptors. As the raptor pulled its feet from the bars and got off its side, Claire did the same. Pushing herself to her feet, hands reaching back to wipe leaves and dirt from her backside. Content, she shook her hands off and pinched her shirt, pulling it forward. The sizeable tear had cut down diagonally, starting from her right breast and down towards her left side. Thankfully, she had been just far away enough that it didn’t cut through the purple tank top she wore beneath the button up.
Releasing her shirt and looking ahead, she made eye contact with the raptor, who had just gotten on its feet. It’s body stiff, head turning slowly to direct the one eye towards her. She could see it’s nostrils flaring and closing as it inhaled, the downward facing hands scratching at its hide. She was sure it would have killed and devoured her had it gotten the chance, but what was it thinking now? Head tilting down or upward, seemingly scanning over her body.
It sent a chill down her spine, and she took a step back. She’d have enough of this thing, and as the raptor began to angle it’s head upward, she turned to leave. She turned on her toes to face the open gate, only for a peculiar clanging sound to bring her attention back towards the paddock. The grey underside of a tail lifted upward out of view, and a thud echoed out above her. She leaned her head back, hands balling into fists as it slowly dawned on her. Claire turned to run, managing only a few feet before it fell into view once more.
The raptor stood now in front of her, just past the open gate. It’s back turned to her, giving her a full view of the darkish green color of its body. Black stripes ran down from its spine, not unlike a tiger. She froze, mouth hanging open in surprise. It had jumped from the ground up onto the railing of the walkway, climbed over that, and jumped down in front of her. Owen had never mentioned them being able to do anything remotely like that, and she mentally cursed agreeing to make these things.
The velociraptor began to turn, the muscles of its strong legs working as it rotated to face her. She took small steps back, instinctively trying to put distance between her and this now freed predator. As she came into view, its jaws snapped and its hands stretched, showing off the claws that each finger had. Claire couldn’t possibly think of what to do, she couldn’t run past it, or outrun it. Trying to squeeze through the bars behind her wouldn’t work. She’d surely get stuck, and it could just jump up onto the walkways again if it wanted to get to her. It began to slowly approach, leaves crunching underfoot, its head turning and tilting as it examined where they were.
Her legs began to grow weak. Knees trembling, body tensing as she pressed against the gate behind her. There was only roughly six feet between them now, and she was starting to smell the strong scent of a wild animal. It smelled like wet dirt and carcasses, and she started breathing through her mouth to try and avoid the scent. Now only four feet away, she could clearly see the way its eyes tilted and moved as it examined her, the tiny twitches in its fingers, or the way its own nostrils flared.
Claire's legs finally gave out, and she hit the ground with a soft gasp. Her legs were pulled in close, just short of pressing against her chest. Head leaning back, the raptor now loomed over her like doom itself, within a minute of striking. Her hands roamed the earthen floor she sat on, hoping to find a rock or...anything she could use to defend herself, to no success. This was it, this thing would eviscerate her, like it had done to all those goats and piglets she’d seen on recording. She averted her gaze downward, only to fall on something she couldn’t quite understand.
Between its legs, a length of meat now hung. Erect, stiff, wobbling faintly with each step. Her light green eyes couldn’t be pulled away, even as the animal stepped closer and closer. It was...not supposed to be like this. Every creature here had been designed specifically to be female, and without the oversights that had caused the downfall of the first Jurassic Park. So, why did it have this imposing cock? She got little time to think it over. The raptor leaned back, its clawed hands turning to curl its grasp around the bars in front of it. One foot raised, pressing carefully against the bar adjacent to her head.
She turned to look at it, watching its lengthy claw scraped against metal, a threatening sound. Seconds later, a fleshy and warm appendage poked against her cheek. She suddenly recognized the scent of overpowering lust and musk, cringing. Knowing full well what it was, she kept her head turned aside, raising a hand up to press against the underside of the animal. There was no way she could possibly push it off, but perhaps showing some resistance would get it to cease its efforts. She pressed and pressed, even attempting to talk it down.
“Stop, stop it. Down.”

She spoke as assertively as she could, as if trying to scold a rowdy pet. She wasn’t sure what reaction she was expecting, but she quickly found out what it did have in mind. The foot against the bar moved, finding a new resting place pressed firmly against her shoulder. She hissed in pain at the sudden pressure applied, and the scraping of its claw against her skin, leaving tears in her shirt. Claire wouldn’t be going anywhere, and the jabbing of its cock was getting quicker now. Prodding her cheek and chin as she turned her head to avoid it, leaving globs of greyish pre staining her fair skin.
“Get off of me, you shit!”

She suddenly yelled, hoping the change of tone and volume would startle it off. Instead, the raptor got lucky, hips lunging forward to stuff the flared tip between her lips. Her eyes widened, free hand quickly moving to press against its underside now. She got her first truly up close look of its size now, surely at least a foot long of pale flesh, hard and now between her lips. She turned her head each and every way in a desperate attempt to pull off, the tips outline visible beneath her cheeks when it pressed against their insides.
Nothing she could do could get her off!
The bars behind her stopped her from leaning back, and the foot on her shoulder ensured she couldn’t simply lean to one side. Trapped. Trapped and vulnerable to whatever carnal desires this creature had. Her legs pressed firmly together as it began to move, pushing and pulling slowly that cockhead in and out of her mouth. It ground against her tongue, forcing Claire to taste it. The taste aroused flesh and potent pre cum, which tasted no unlike a humans. She dug her fingernails against its underbelly, hoping she could at least slow its advances.
The gentle thrusting continued. Pushing tip and inches of meat into her mouth, forcing her lips apart to accommodate its inhuman size. It was just shy of filling her mouth entirely, and she could feel thankful for that, as this size was surely enough to leave her jaw sore if it continued for too long. Her nostrils flared, inhaling air through the only way she really could now, even if it meant also inhaling the scent of musky lust and wild animal. Her eyes shut tight, thankful that its thrusting stopped just short of her throat everytime.
It was simply using her mouth for pleasure at the moment, oozing pre onto her tongue as it humped her. She rode it out, keeping her mouth open as wide as she could so that the raptor could do as it pleased. Nothing she could do could get it off her, not now, anyway. This pace kept up for an eternity, at least for Claire, who was forced to sit and passively pleasure the cock invading her mouth. In reality, only minutes had passed when it decided to pull back. Falling just short of pulling out of her mouth completely, leaving her lips resting against where the tip meets the shaft. Her eyes opened and leaned up, only to see the grayish scales of its underbelly.
Those scales got closer as it suddenly lunged its hips forward, burying nearly six inches of cock into her mouth. It filled her mouth and went straight into her throat, falling just short of stuffing it completely. A pained gag left Claire, who cringed in pain and shut her eyes tight. Her breathing quickened as she tried to stop choking on its cock. Saliva oozed and sputtered past her lips, staining her chin and its length. Her hands pat at the belly of the raptor, desperate for relief.
Its hips began to retreat, length pleasured by the spasming and tightening of her throat as it tried to evict the dinosaurs manhood. It had just left her throat, giving Claire time to suck in one quick breath, before it lunged downward once more. Her jaw was pushed to the limit now, as the cock grew thicker as she drew closer to the base. It had surely pushed past her throat entirely, and with much the same reaction as before. Thighs grinding together, throat tightening and squeezing, desperate to force the cock from her throat. A few seconds of retching made her fearful that she’d vomit on its cock, but that fear subsided as it pulled back again.
By the third thrust, Claire was beginning to get used to its pace and size. She sputtered and gagged only a bit, even as it moved to swirl and churn its cock within her. It was going to facefuck her, and it had no care about whether Claire was comfortable with it. As its hips began to pull back once more, she prepared herself, ready for what was to come next.
The next few minutes were ones of total and deviant sex, as the raptor went through with facefucking her. Its hips lunged forward, only to pull back seconds later. It never went far past her throat, but the speed at which it did thrust was startling. Hammering away at her, occasionally knocking her head against the bars with how swiftly it moved. Claire, much to her surprise, took it well. Gagging only occasionally, even as it recklessly hammered at her hole. She’d surely be sore after this, and she hoped it would cum soon. Even if she wasn’t choking and gagging on its lengthy cock, she was still running low on air. The raptor gave her little time to breath in what she lost, and she wasn’t sure if she’d stay conscious for it all.
Minutes passed as it drove its dick in and out of her, but she was finally starting to feel it throb against her tongue. Claire was almost relieved, glad that it would soon be over. It pulled its lengthy back, almost to the tip, only to lunge it forward, stuffing her throat right then and there once more. A warbling sound left the raptor, like a hum, as it finally climaxed. Its length throbbing as it dumped its seed straight down her throat, down into her stomach. Claire's eyes drifted open, the edges of her view growing dark. Mind foggy, thoughts hazy, coming oh so dangerously close to passing out.
It dumped thick rope after rope of seed into her, before finally, pulling back. Air returned to her as it retreated from her throat, another load of hot seed blasting her tongue and mouth, before pulling out of her mouth completely. Claire would be thankful, if she wasn’t so focused on getting air. A loud gasp leaving her as the tip pulled out from her lips, chest heaving as she sucked in air. The raptor had one final shot for her, which erupted from the tip and splattered across her lips, chin, nose. Painting her in its greyish spunk. The pressure on her shoulder left, and the raptor started stepping back away from her.
It felt so good to finally not be on the verge of passing out, even if she was now wiping the cum staining her face away with a finger. She sighed, leaning her head back a bit to watch the raptor.
What would it do with her now? Had it simply wanted to satisfy its desires with her, or was it now planning on devouring her, like the animal it was. Its nostrils opened and closed as it sniffed the air, tilting and turning its head to peer down at her. For a moment, she wasn’t sure what it wanted. Her breathing once again stopped, holding her breath in anticipation.
Only to sigh in relief as it turned, nearly striking her in the face with its tail as it did so, and took off. Covering the ground from the enclosure to the treeline in seconds. It had spared her. Claire let her head sink to one side, eyes drifting shut. She mindlessly wiped away at the seed staining her face, wiping it off on her skirt. A moment to relax. To be grateful it hadn’t decided to devour her. It didn’t last.
She suddenly realized there was now a raptor loose. She’d gone from thoroughly face fucked and coming down from that lustful event, right back to being the person who ran this place. She pushed herself to her feet, wiping away the last of the seed with her finger, even using her tongue to lick up a bit of it. Her hands flattened her skirt, adjusted her shirt, and she headed for her car. She needed a shower, then she needed a word with security.
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