FLASH!
FLASH
©2005 comidacomida
*FLASH*
"Quick... adjust the lighting and get more heat over here. He's hatching!" came a soft and excited voice through the darkness. The voice was obviously overjoyed at something.
The hatchling pressed against the confines of its small little world, aching for the light that was beginning to shine through the small crack that was created.
"It's about time." mumbled a powerful, rumbling voice that nearly made the egg shake.
"Quiet, Bryant. I told you this one would be good." stated the feminine voice again.
"Out of fifteen; it had better." grumbled the baritone.
The hatchling shoved against its confines, and felt its whole world tip. Finally, it felt the cool, outside air with a free limb.
"Look... there's an arm!" said the excited female. Moments later, the rest of the egg broke away, and the hatchling could begin to make out blurry forms in the bright light. He saw a big blur of brownish red shift position, and he hissed at it.
"I don't think he likes me." grumbled the deep voice, coming from the brown blur.
The hatchling blinked at it, then the whitish and gold blur spoke up. "No... he's just tired."
"hhhsssssssssssss..." stated the hatchling.
"So it's a 'he' then, huh?" asked the brown blur.
"Yes it is... you can tell because-"
*FLASH*
"What is this, Cynthia?" asked Zasik, looking down at the mostly congealed loaf of meat-like goop.
"It's your dinner, Zasik." responded Dr. Cynthia Garret. Her vocal sounds were familiar to him and he could tell that something was irritating her.
"What happened to the IRS?" Zasik inquired. He started eating the food log; it really didn't taste that bad.
"Your Instant Ration Stew was done away with." she grumbled. He could tell that was what bothered her by the way her vocal chords grated. "Dr. Lars decided that it costs too much and he wanted you to learn how to eat full solids. I told him that I thought you should have the IRSs for a few mor- hey! Don't eat so fast!" she put a hand on his snout, shoving his nose off of the food dish.
Zasik considered whether or not he should give her hand a good-natured nip but decided better seeing how his mouth was full and because he'd probably remove a few of her fingers thanks to his razor sharp teeth. Instead he offered a simple comment, "Mmm... if iff of fhat bab."
"Zasik... swallow then try that again." suggested Cynthia with a smirk.
"It is not that bad." he repeated after taking her advice.
"I know... you should probably be eating it anyway," she states, her hand playing across the scales on his back, "but I just can't help-" he looked up at her, curious, pausing to hear what she had to say, "No... you can keep eating." she offered. He leaned over and took another huge mouthful of the loaf, "I just feel that sometimes Dr. Lars doesn't respect me very much." she stated.
"Because you are the only female on base?" he asked after swallowing his most recent bite, then immediately took another once he had his question out.
"No... I think I'm just being egocentric here, but I think maybe he's jealous that I'm twenty six, he's fifty, and the research board respects me more." she answered, taking a seat in one of the lab chairs.
"Whab bos 'ebosenphric' een?" he inquired around his muzzle-full of loaf.
"It means I'm being overconfident and raising my view of myself." Cynthia stated, gazing off at the wall. "Swallow next time." she added, looking back at him.
Zasik swallowed, "I think you are a great doctor."
"And how many other doctors have you met?" she countered.
"Um..." he thought for a moment, "None... but I turned out okay, right?"
"Yes..." she started cracking up, "yes you did."
"Why are you laughing?" he inquired, tilting his head nearly sideways in thought.
"No reason... it's just that you're so good at noticing things I don't." she smiled, suppressing a further chuckle.
"Yep." he retorted, continuing his meal with reckless abandon. After all, it tasted better than the IRS any day.
"That's a good thing too... your training starts tomorrow." said Cynthia, standing.
*FLASH*
"Zasik, follow me please." asked Cynthia, walking just ahead of Zasik, the dinosaur following obediently.
"Okay... but what is down this way, Cynthia? You never brought me down this hallway before."
"We're going to go run another test." she stated simply.
"But the testing chambers back down the other way." he glanced over his shoulder down one of the other corridors, but offered no other objection.
"I know... but we're not giving you a combat exam." stated his caretaker, "I need to make sure your genetic cohesion is secure. The upper-echelon scientists want to know that you're viable." Cynthia pressed on a wall panel and the door opened, allowing them both entry.
"That I am 'viable'? 'Upper-echelon'?" he asked in confusion, following the doctor in. Zasik stopped in the doorway, glancing around the room.
It was filled with electrical equipment, a metal slab, glass jars, and floor padding. "Hey... this room looks a lot like the medical bay."
"That's right, it is." she walked further into the room, moving towards the metal examination table. "Your skills in training are fine, but we need to make sure that the organics are working well. I have to check your biological components."
Zasik moved to follow her, idly listening to the sound of his talons as they clicked on the stone while he walked, "Oh... well I guess that is f-" he jumped nearly three feet high as the door closed and a loud metallic clamp sounded. The Dinosaur turned and hissed.
"Don't worry... that was just the pressure seal on the door." Cynthia told him calmly.
"The 'pressure seal'?" he questioned, "Why does this door have a 'pressure seal' and the others do not?"
"This room is designed to keep out contaminants and make sure that any bio-hazards stay inside." explained the doctor. Zasik rubbed his fore-talons together, not liking the sound of it. Cynthia gave him an appraising look, "Why are you fidgeting?"
"WE are on the inside. Any bio-hazards stay in here with us." observed the raptor.
"Zasik... when they mean bio-hazards they mean things like body fluids of the test subjects, like you." She took several tools from the cabinet and set them on a tray next to the table. A syringe without needle, latex gloves, a small jar, a pen-light, and numerous other tools that weren't familiar to Zasik. She motioned him over.
"So you mean I am a bio-hazard, Cynthia?" he asked, walking to her, watching as she put on the gloves on. He took one of her hands in his forepaws and turned it over looking at the glove she wore.
"In a manner of speaking." she stated. He gave the glove a half-poke and she pulled her hand back, "Watch your claws."
"Sorry."
"That's fine..." said Cynthia, "Now put your talons here on the table," she motioned to a hand-rail of sorts connected to the slab, "and your feet on the pad." she pointed to the rubber mat on the ground next to the metal examining table.
"Alright... there." he placed his feet where directed then moved his fore-talons to grip the rail. Cynthia knelt down next to him "So this is just a regular examin-ahgh!" he jumped when her hand found its way to the base of his tail between his legs.
"Hold still, Zasik." the doctor directed. Her fingers quickly coerced a response out of him.
"Wha-what are-ahgh...sssssssss..." he hissed the words, and followed up with a deep rumble in his chest as a thrill ran through his body at her touch in the most sensitive of areas.
"I have to get a genetic sampling to make sure your chromosomes are paired and divide properly." Cynthia stated, moving around slightly to kneel beside him as she worked.
"I thought you take blood for-" his sentence was interrupted as a new rumble escaped him, eyes half closing, "medical tesssstsss? That is what-" he let out an extended hiss as his thighs started to twitch, causing him to make short thrusts against her hand, "...you do usually, right?"
"Stop moving so much, and concentrate on your speech... you're going back to hisses." ordered Cynthia, continuing her work.
"Oh... urghnnn..." he grunted, clenching then unclenching his talons on the metal table, "but it feelssss... it feelssssssssssssss..." his sentence ended, cut off by a deep rumble as he spread his legs wider apart.
"My supervisor wants to know that you'll be capable of reproducing and-" Zasik stretched his body, moving his talons to Cynthia's arms as he lowered his head, eyes closed, "Talons on the table, Zasik... not my shoulder."
"Oh...ssssssssss... sssssorry. Ungh...Sssssssynthia-oh... yesssssssssss..." he hissed out, moving his talons back to the metal slab, grabbing the railing in a death-grip.
"And checking motility count is the best way to determine your ability to reproduce." she stated, "Hold still."
Zasik shifted his feet, clenching and unclenching them, drawing large grooves into the rubber padding beside the table. His talons scraped along the metal of the examination table. He rumbled deep in his chest.
"Urrnnnggghhh!" he breathed, wheezing against the urge to move wildly, trying to compose himself as Cynthia's ministrations drove him closer and closer towards losing control. He felt a tightness building between his legs.
"Stop moving... or you'll hurt me with your claws." she stated simply.
"Ungh... ungh...can... not... help it...handssssss...your handsssss...ssssssso good..." Zasik let out a light hiss between his rumbling. He lowered his head onto the table, gripping the metal in his mouth, and his talons slowly shifted to the doctor's shoulders again. Zasik clenched the metallic slab in his teeth, grasping Cynthia's shoulders tightly as he began to thrust in time with her motions.
"Talons on the table!" she directed again.
"Ungh... ungh... all-" he grunted, interrupting himself, "alright... there... sssssssssssss..." he did as directed, not releasing the metal with his mouth, and latching onto it tightly with his talons, the claws puncturing the half inch thick metal.
"Good." she answered, speeding up her movements, "Stop moving."
Zasik exerted all of his willpower, clenching the rubber mat with his feet, driving his toe spurs into it.
"Almossst..." he hissed rumbling deep in his chest, "Almosssssssssss- ssssssss -GH-AH!" he exclaimed, talons clenching and tearing several chunks of metal free from the examination table. He threw his head back and let out a roar as he felt his whole body spasm. In the next breath he let out a high pitched screech as he felt shock wave after shock wave flow from the tip of his tail up to his abdomen and from his chest down to his toes.
Cynthia cringed beneath him, using her shoulders to cover her ears since her hands were occupied. She grimaced at the sound he made, and only then, when his mind came back into focus did he realize that he might have overstepped his boundaries with the screech, looking to her timidly, knowing her rules about screeching.
"Are..." he panted, "are you alright, Sssynthia?"
"You know what that screech does to my ears, Zasik." she said, setting a jar off to one side, stripping off her surgical gloves. She ran a finger along the inside of her ear.
"I am sssorry, Cynthia... I am sssorry... but... but... wow!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm, flopping down onto the floor next to her smiling hugely. Cynthia looked at him, started snickering, then broke out into a chuckle.
He made sure to quickly erase the last vestiges of a hiss from his speech before he questioned, "Was that... why are you laughing?"
"Nothing... just your expression right now." she answered, standing up. She set the sealed jar atop the undamaged section of the examination table, writing several things down on her clipboard.
"Was that mating, Cynthia?" he asked.
Cynthia coughed in surprise then turned to regard the dinosaur, "No, no, Zasik, that was not mating." she turned back to her work, attempting to hide a smile from him, "That was called manual semen collection. I need to make sure you'd be able to impregnate another of your species."
"Oh..." he rumbled, "I like it..." Cynthia's response seemed to be all too common that day, and Zasik frowned, giving her a look, "Cynthia, you're laughing again."
*FLASH*
Doctor Cynthia Garret grabbed at the lab coat of her supervisor. "But Dr. Lars, the mechanics crew said that they were experiencing trouble with the pulse rounds. I'm not sure it would be safe to-" her argument was cut off.
"Are you saying you doubt the abilities of the experiment, Dr. Garret?" Edward Lars, the second ranking scientist on Project Raptor yanked his sleeve out of her grasp. Both of them turned once they heard the sound of talons clicking across the floor. Cynthia took a step back, resting her arm on the dinosaur-like creature's shoulders.
"His name is Zasik, Sir."
"You can name him what you like, Doctor," grumbled Edward, "but he is an experiment nonetheless, and the schedule has him on the blast range in twenty minutes."
"Do not worry, Cynthia. You know I am good at combat exams." offered the Dinosaur confidently.
"You see, Dr. Garret? Even the experiment is confident that everything will go well."
"My name is Zasik, Dr. Lars." responded the dinosaur, working well to retain a neutral tone in the conversation.
"Now you two are even starting to sound alike." Edward Lars rubbed his temples with his fingers.
"Well he does have a personality of his own, Sir. That was part of the experiment." countered Cynthia, looking at Zasik, who barely noticed, eyes still focused on Dr. Lars.
"I can't help but think that it'll still cause problems, Dr. Garret, but Dr. Iisakson put you in charge of the project so it was your call." surrendered Edward, a completely open look of disdain clear on his face... one that Zasik never failed to notice when speaking with Cynthia.
"Yes it was... and I think giving Zasik a personality also gives him a change to understand emotion. I doubt that the military representatives are looking for a mindless killing machine." countered Dr. Garret.
"I like being able to think. It gives me a chance to-" began Zasik, but he was spoken over by Dr. Lars whose voice was near a shout.
"For goodness sake, Cynthia... now you're bringing morality into play? We're not supposed to question their desires, just present the goods..." he glanced towards Zasik, who made all attempts to avoid frowning, "and does the experiment have to be here?"
Cynthia let out an exasperated sigh, "Zasik... please return to your quarters and get ready for the combat exam... it looks like Dr. Lars intends to carry it out."
"Alright, Cynthia." offered Zasik, "I'll see you soon."
"And for god's sake, have it address you as Doctor." Edward Lars demanded of Cynthia, but Zasik did not wait around to hear more of the conversation, already looking to fulfill Cynthia's request.
*FLASH*
"Am I getting another shower, Cynthia?" asked Zasik with no too little hint of disdain in his voice.
"Yes, Zasik, you need one after that last training exercise." the doctor answered calmly.
"I do not mind the dirt... it keeps the bugs off of my scales." he offered.
"We have cream for that... and the doctors don't like the mud tracked in all around the halls." she stated. He had heard the whole lecture before but intended to make her work for his cooperation.
"Humans are picky... and that cream smells bad." stated Zasik, stopping in the hall, letting a little mud drop down onto the clean floor. He knew that Dr. Lars would throw a fit about it later... and the thought made him smile.
"I know... now come on." she said, opening the door to the shower room, "I have to get your harness off of you." the doctor unclasped several different parts of the harness and took it off the dinosaur. The harness, what Zasik had come to know as the bane of his existence, was an interlaced plastic polymer contraption that fitted over his shoulders and clasped around his waist, offering many pockets and holsters in which he could store items for easy retrieval. Cynthia dropped it to the floor.
"Ah... that feels better. I hate that thing." he gave the pile of straps a flick with the largest claw on his right foot.
"I know, but it holds important things for you so your claws are available." commented Cynthia, helping Zasik into the shower.
"I know... I know..." the dinosaur stood there for many long moments, letting the water from the high powered nozzle spray him all over, "Ahhh... I like warm water."
"Of course you do... you're warm blooded." she stated from outside the shower stall. He turned to regard her, and suddenly froze in spot; she was getting undressed too!
"Cynthia, wh- are you going to ssshower too?" he stumbled in his speech.
"No... I just usually walk around naked in my spare time." she stated flatly.
"Oh. I see. So do I." he answered.
"That was sarcasm, Zasik... now move over." she gave him a light shove.
"Oh... sar...cas...m. I see." said the dinosaur, blinking his transparent eyelids and taking a step to the side in the large shower stall.
"Alright... now hand me your talon." she stated, holding out one hand to him. He placed his right talon in it and she started to wash it carefully with a sponge, cleaning out the dirt beneath his claws and the dust within the cracks in his scales.
"There is another military exercise tomorrow, Cynthia?" he asked, watching her work.
"Yes there is, Zasik. Hand me your other talon." she stated. He complied.
"I like sponges." stated the dinosaur. He rotated his head in query when she started chuckling, "Why are you laughing"
"Nothing. It just seems like a funny thing to say."
"Well I do. They are soft and they clean off my scales." he said matter-of-factly. "Can I try using it?" he asked.
"Alright, here." she handed him the sponge, "I'm not sure how far you can reach with your arms. You probably won't be able to clean yourself ve-" he pressed the sponge against her arm and started moving it up and down.
"I think I am getting the hang of this." mentioned the dinosaur, scaled lips pulling back in a small grin.
"I thought you were talking about cleaning yourself, Zasik." she stated, and he watched her fight down a smile.
"Well... you always clean me." he answered.
"Yes, but that's because I can do a better job of cleaning you than you're able to do." she retorted.
"I could probably clean you better than you can." stated Zasik, cleaning her hand with the sponge how she had done his talon.
"I don't think so. I have arms and hands that are shaped better for using a sponge." Cynthia stated, watching him work.
"Okay..." he relented. Zasik dropped his sponge. He brought her hand up to his muzzle and extended his forked-tongue, encircling her fingers.
"HEY! I didn't mean for you to use your tongue!"
"It works better. You are right... I am not as good with a sponge." he conceded.
"Hold on a minute..." began Cynthia.
"Turn around... I will sponge your back and lick your neck at the same time. We will finish with the shower faster and then we will have more time to spend together before 22:00-lights-out. You can finish reading the book to me." he picked the sponge up again, looking at her for approval.
"Zasik, I have no idea where this idea came from, but it-" he cut her off.
"You are always washing me, so I want to wash you too. That is fair... right?"
She sighed, "Alright." Cynthia turned around, "There."
"Okay... is that good?" he placed the sponge lightly against her back making slow circles with it.
"Yes. But press a little harder or the sponge won't do any good." she stated, leaning back against the sponge.
"Like this?" he asked, pressing harder. Cynthia let out a faint sigh.
"Yes... like that." she noted, "I'm not sure this is supposed to be a skill that you need to learn, though."
Zasik slowly extended his tongue, leaning towards her and brushing it across the nape of Cynthia's neck. The doctor went rigid at the touch then slowly melted into it as the dinosaur began caressing her skin, tasting the traces of dried sweat. Zasik wuffed in a great breath of her fragrance, smelling her hair as he worked.
"Sssss..." he commented, feeling a little giddy at her close proximity and the smell of her body right up next to his. Zasik's muzzle slowly traveled down her spine, the tongue trailing.
"Zasik, sponge my back and lick my neck... not the other way around." Cynthia commented.
"Ssss..." the dinosaur continued the downward movement of his muzzle, feeling light headed at the scent of the doctor.
"Zasik, what are you- ah!" she began, but Zasik cut her off as his muzzle planted itself firmly between her thighs.
"Sssss..."
"Zasik... wait. Hold on." Cynthia spun away from the dinosaur, turning to face him.
"Why do humans wear clothes?" he asked, a warm feeling slowly radiating out from the center of his being as he sniffed the air. He felt repressed urges begin to swell within him.
"Because we do."
"Why?" he asked further.
"Because we have a degree of modesty." she answered. He could hear her heartbeat increasing.
"Why?" Zasik took a step closer, sniffing at her again.
"Evolution theorists think it's because we feel it provides protection against uncomfortable intimacy." she took a step back and backed up against the shower wall.
"Why are you not wearing clothes now?" he placed his muzzle on her stomach right above her navel and began sniffing her, slowly working his way down in his exploration.
"Because I'm taking a shower, Zasik... same reason you don't have your harness- watch your muzzle." she batted it away before it got too much lower. The Dinosaur crinkled his nostrils and looked back up at her face, cocking his head to the side.
"So you do not mind uncomfortable intimacy with me?"
"Zasik, I don't feel uncomfortable around you. I've known you for three years." said Cynthia, laying a hand on his head.
"I have known you all my life." he commented, taking a large wuff of her scent in, pressing his muzzle between her legs.
"Zasik... AHH... oh.... your-" she began and stopped several times.
"mmmsssssssss..." he murmured, head spinning with the exhilaration of her scent. He had to taste her. The dinosaur's tongue pressed out from his muzzle, exploring the space between her legs.
"Your.....your.... tongue.... Zasik..."
He merely rumbled in response, pressing his tongue further, deeper as the sweet taste encased it. She shuddered softly beneath his ministrations. His tongue continued its movements, eliciting another shudder from the doctor. Her thighs clenched slightly around his muzzle.
"Cynthia... you... are squeezing my head..." he stated.
"Zasik... I'm sorry." she said, maneuvering herself away from the wall.
"No...I am fine." he said, then turned around as Cynthia made for the shower door, "Do not run... wait...please"
"You shouldn't do that, Zasik." she said, leaning against the door, looking away from him.
"Why?" he asked, taking a step closer.
"Because I'm a Doctor, and you're-" she began, but he cut her off.
"An experiment?" he hissed, eyes narrowing. He never expected her of all people to say such a thing.
"NO! I wasn't going to say that!" she turned around, face one of concern. He looked down, anger dissolving right away, knowing full well and realizing she'd never use such a label on him. He took a breath to steady himself, his heart racing faster than it ever did on the combat courses.
"Then what is wrong?" he asked, letting out a second deep breath "You do not have a mate... and I am here..."
"Zasik... I'm not your race... I can't be your mate." she said, pressing her hand against his scaled cheek, raising his face so his eyes looked into hers.
"Why?" he asked softly.
"Because I'm not supposed to form a bond with you," she looked down, "Dr. Lars said so." Zasik placed his talon beneath her chin and raised her face to meet his eyes.
"Why?" he repeated.
"Because I'm not." she said, eyes beginning to tear.
"Why?" he questioned again quietly, muzzle slowly descending, eyes not leaving her face.
"Bec-" her response was cut off as the dinosaur extended his tongue once again, pressing it between her thighs, "Zasik... don't..." she pleaded.
"I will not hurt you, Cynthia..." he promised, gently grasping her wrists with either talon, muzzle trailing up her body, tongue following, making a thin line of saliva across her soft flesh, "I will not hurt you."
"Zasik..."
The dinosaur didn't answer, moving himself closer to her, and raising his head up so his muzzle hovered two inches from her face as water from the shower head cascaded around them.
"Zasik..." she whispered.
"Cynthia..." he breathed, his tongue forking out of his muzzle.
She closed her eyes.
"Please..." he murmured, tongue brushing her lips, like silk.
"Alright..." she relented slowly, pressing her lips against his muzzle softly, and he could feel her tension slowly fading in his grasp as she relented, "alright."
"sssssssssss..." he hissed, feeling the length of his member slide immediately from the confines of his scales. Zasik shivered as warmth spread through his being. Cynthia had granted that freedom to him. He pressed his body up against her lithe frame feeling the flawless silken skin of her thigh against his shaft as he backed her up against the shower wall. He pushed her hands against the tile, talons encircling her wrists, supporting himself against the wall on his knuckles as he spread his legs apart, leaning against her. Water flowed off his body feeling like hands rubbing him all over.
"Too tight... your talons, Zasik..." she commented, and he loosened them slightly. He curled his tail up between her legs, creating some much needed leverage as he aligned himself, feeling her warm opening against the tip of his member.
"they're-!" her comment was cut off, replaced by an exclamation of surprise as he straightened his tail part way and pressed his body forward, burying himself deep within her. He stopped when his hips met hers.
"Rrrrrrrrr..." he purred, shuddering as the heat from within her suffused his whole aching rod, "Warm... ssssssssssso warm..." the dinosaur hissed softly, and he began sliding in and out of her slowly, a rhythmic rocking of his hips as his tail moved in counterpoint.
"Zasik..." she moaned his name, and the mere sound of her words brought more warmth to his body from somewhere deep within him.
"Urghnnn..." he grunted, pressing deeper into her, grating his scales up against her flesh, "it feelssss... it feelssssssssssssss..." he issued a low, reverberating moan, "sssso good..." Water sprayed out into the air off his body as the powerful rumbles shook it away.
"Zasik..." Cynthia moaned, squirming on his shaft, pressing her own hips out to meet his, "Yes... yes."
Zasik grunted and hissed in pure bliss, pulling the doctor off the wall. He laid her down onto a waist-high shelf, her legs straddling his hips as he hunched over her. Now, essentially mounted, he let out a rumble and pressed his feet against the wall of the shower, thrusting into her with more power. "Oh... Sssssssynthia... yessssss..." he hissed in pure ecstasy as her insides pulled and stroked his shaft.
The doctor screamed in ecstasy, and the sound brought a shiver of pleasure that almost set his scales on end. Her hands clenched onto the Dinosaur's arms with a vice-like strength as she shuddered beneath him. She moaned out, "mmmmm" and Zasik could feel her insides spasm around his member
"Sssynthia... your handsss... uhgh... they are hurting my-uhaarmsss." he spoke, sentence broken by accentuated thrusts.
She spoke, murmuring out half-intelligible sentences he couldn't understand, her breaths coming in labored gasps. She let out a scream, body going rigid, head thrown back as her she bit into her bottom lip, muffling further cries of passion. Zasik felt her grip his shaft firmly within her as he continued to work away, feeling his whole body begin to tingle.
Cythia shuddered, taking hold of his shoulders and pressing her head against his chest as he continued to ungulate, slamming himself into her again and again, supporting her in mid-air against his body, "Oh... oh god.... Zasik... god..." she murmured.
The Dinosaur felt it coming, a blast of warmth followed by an incredible pressure within him. He gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes against the power of it, forcing himself into and out of Cynthia again and again, repeatedly as water cascaded down from the shower nozzle onto the two, still caught up in the moment.
"Agh... can... nott-ung...sssssssssss...ssstop-umph...ssssso-hurk... clossssse..." he hissed from between clenched teeth.
He felt himself teeter over the edge, lowering his head, burying his flared nostrils into Cynthia's hair. He shoved again, then again, and one more time as an explosive surge blasted through his member, "Ghuurrrhhhhhhunggggg!" he growled, which quickly turned into a roar, and he finally felt release as wave after wave of pressure escape him and he felt a new warmth on his thighs as fluid began to escape from Cynthia, his shaft still buried deep in her. Finally, spent, he collapsed with Cynthia onto the shelf.
He laid there atop her for many long moments, both panting from the exertion, warm shower water raining down upon them, soothing their muscles as they lay in each other's embrace. Slowly, Zasik rolled over, allowing Cynthia to rest atop him.
"I did not screech." murmured Zasik quietly.
"I know... thank you." she said, brushing her fingers along his face.
"You are really light, Cynthia. I like the feel of your body." stated the Dinosaur, rubbing his tail along her thigh, gently curling the tip around her ankle.
"You're just getting stronger, Zasik..." she answered with a smile.
"Can I hold you for awhile?" he asked, closing his transparent eyelids against several stray drops of water
"I don't think I could manage to say no." she said, pressing her lips against his muzzle. Her hair draped across his face, nearly tickling the small lines of skin between his scales. The doctor's presence warmed him in more ways than just physical.
"Cynthia..."
"Hmm?" she asked, laying atop him.
"I like the feel of your hair... and your skin." said the Dinosaur, brushing some of her wet hair out of her face. His member slid free of her. It's work done, it retreated back into its spot beneath his scales. He licked her face.
"I like the feel of your scales, Zasik." she said, folding her fingers among the claws on his talon.
"And I love you." he spoke into her ear.
Cynthia didn't respond... going very silent as she looked at his talon and her hand intertwined.
"I love you, Cynthia." he repeated.
His lover slowly turned to look at him, her eyes brimming in tears of happiness, "I love you too, Zasik... you're the only dream I ever had that came true." Their kiss was a long one.