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The Land After Time (Mr. M & Hahvoc Requiem)

All the stimulation felt almost like an overload to a ship's database, except her body was being overloaded. It was hard to process all the pleasuring touches from the ones that were new and slightly uncomfortable. Some of it was distracting while some of it took her breath. Yet she didn't feel trapped. Sure, she felt a little drugged and all instinct and nerves, but she felt like a real person. Being a bounty hunter came with certain treatment and half the time, she'd been treated as nothing more than a payment to be handed out. Here in this place, so far from anything she might even consider a home, she felt...safe. The feeling hit so hard she almost felt tears in her eyes, but she cut that feeling off, knowing they might mistake her tears- if she let them fall- for something else. She knew it wasn't love, or trust, really. But feeling safe with others was something she hadn't ever felt. It gave her some peace of mind.

As the pleasure and thrusting into her body from various points continued, she felt her body growing overly hot, tensing up as Hammond fingered her backside and Dunny thrust into her channel. She knew it wouldn't take much more to push her over the edge and into euphoria. She felt like she would be pulled apart, but she was looking forward to it. Besides, it would be one hell of an adventure to recall.
 
Gaining confidence from her moans and her lack of complaint, Hammond pressed himself up against her back. The stiff heat of his engorged member pressed firmly against her buttock as his hand was between her nether cheeks, cheeks which Dunny was gently holding open for him, using the grip to move her hips against him, to meet his thrusts.

Dunny kissed her hard, passionately, and Hammond took that moment to nibble, half-bite half-kiss, the junction of her neck and shoulder, just as he attempted to slide two close-held fingers into her nether opening, encouraged by her body's loosening in response to the pumping of the first. The expansion of her sphincter was tested by the extra digit, just as, at the same time, Dunny seemed to swell, expand in her.

The combination of the stretching in both orifices and the pressure along both sides of her whole body and the two mouths on her... it was quite a potent combination, pushing her stimulation ever higher, ever more powerfully...
 
She moaned loudly, feeling so much stimulation course along her skin and hitting her most sensitive spots like being electrocuted by Philip on occasion. Her hands eventually started to gouge marks into his back, leaving inflamed lines in their wake as a sweat broke out over her skin, making it hard to hold back anything from all the pleasure. As Dunny kissed her, she gave back the same passion, gasping at the bite/kiss that Hammond pressed into her sensitive nape, before arching her back as best she could as he pushed two fingers into her anus, making her writhe a little, knowing that too much more of this and she would explode and she felt that that's what they were hoping for: that she would burst.

It was becoming too much, her breath hard to grab onto as she gasped for air, her heart beating a mile a minute as her body slicked up between the two male bodies moving above and beneath her. If she blew up, would they explode with her? She didn't know and as the digits in the back stimulated unknown sensitive nerves that mirrored those in the front, she felt her body tense up so hard she thought her bones would break. And then the world exploded behind her eyes as she screamed unbidden, tightening around both of them as they penetrated her, her nails pressing in hard enough to break the skin. Black dots dotted her vision and her breath was gone as she felt her orgasm go on and on, as if it would never end, as if it would just grow and bloom and take her completely over until nothing was left.
 
Dunny was expecting it, but Hammond was taken a bit by surprise. When her body tensed up, Dunny reached over and pulled Hammond closer, his paw spreading on Hammond's naked back, pressing him against the twitching Raimei, forcing him to experience her orgasm from the back as it stretched on and on, her body spasming and her orifices twitching around both intruders into her body, squeezing and releasing.

Dunny never stopped thrusting, enjoying how her body milked him, and deciding to let loose some of his own orgasmic energy. He didn't quite orgasm like humans did, but he approximated, and he thought this was an excellent point at which to do so. Thematically, if not a peak such as humans experienced.

Ham, on the other hand was amazed at the power and the feeling. His rock-rigid cock was merely pressed between their bodies, but he found himself participating in her peaks, especially as it extended, as it stretched and went on and on. He was pulled against her, and even as he lay there, his best friend's hand on his back, he found his own orgasm rising inside him, sympathetic energies bringing his climax closer and closer, until he found himself spurting a bit against her superheated skin, just against her buttock and the small of her back; just a small amount, but still completely unexpected, and a lovely surprise at that. The small fireworks that went along with it were welcome, of course, but came so suddenly that he began to worry that he was also infected with whatever pollen or chemical that was coursing through her system. But only a small, background part of his brain was worried about that, as the rest was occupied, consumed, with Raimei and her experience.
 
With the explosion of her climax, she felt that whatever the pollen had done to her was ebbing - almost like it had reached its expiration date. There were side effects, she felt, residual echoes that would stay with her for the rest of her life. Perhaps it was a good thing, but as the pleasure spike began to slow down, drugging her body into a state of immense satisfaction, Raimei became aware of other things. Dunny was still thrusting into her body, which she still enjoyed, there was wet warmth on her backside from Hammond - she assumed he'd climaxed, too - and that she was full and just...happy. That was the feeling that was mixing with her pleasure haze. She felt happy. When was the last time she'd felt that emotion?

Her throat felt raw from her moans and screams, coming slower and softer now as her trip to oblivion returned her to herself. She was different, she felt. It wasn't a bad way, though she was wary, but just as if she'd had some sort of upgrade. She couldn't really process it much beyond that - and would take further speculation- but right here, at this moment, she was just happy to be in this place and situation. Extracting a hand from Dunny's skin, she reached back to stroke Hammond's hair, practically purring as she finally started to come down into a more normal state. Her skin tingled everywhere in sensitivity and pleasure - a state she didn't want to leave. She was warm and lazy and emblazoned with satiation. Feeling the two of them moving in and over her, it made her stay awake, sleep hovering just on the edge of her mind. She could handle more from them, wanted to help give them the same feelings, but she couldn't very well do that passed out, now could she!
 
Dunny sensed the shift in her energies, in her tensions, and slowed his thrusting, let himself move and slide against her in a more languid fashion. It took just a few moments to shift his mindset, to alter his goals, and he moved his face a bit to lap gently at her cheek, along her jaw to her ear, his tongue soft and long and amazingly limber as he rubbed his furry chest and pelvis against her. He didn't remove his cock from her body, and he didn't deflate, but he didn't try and build the friction, he just enjoyed the feel of her.

Hammond just held her, pressed to her back and felt her hard muscular buttocks beneath a soft layer of skin and sensitive padding beneath his own hips. That was... intense. He was far from inexperienced, but she'd just shared something with him that was entirely new to his experience. That intensity, that reaction, how it seemed to extend to him, that was unique, and he didn't really want it to end. So he held her, along with his best friend, and enjoyed the touch of her hand, nuzzling into her as she sighed and relaxed between them.
 
Feeling Dunny's strokes slow and become simply enjoyable like a good and satisfying massage, she relaxed further, making soft little sounds of pleasure as she shut her eyes, feeling his tongue tease the sensitive skin along her jaw and ear. In that moment, she felt like Hammond was being smooshed beneath the two of them but since she could still hear and feel him breathing, he must of been all right. Feeling him nuzzle into her, she sighed and idly stroked his hair still and Dunny's back, feeling all the ridges and marks she'd left from her nails. She hoped they didn't leave any scars, but she wasn't holding herself accountable to such things. She could feel bruises forming on her body, right at the junctures of both her shoulders and other places. But she didn't mind.

Distantly, she heard Philip make a soft little beep noise as if to tell her to go to sleep. He was asking if she was okay and that he was going to put more wood on the fire. After a few more soft beeps, he zipped away, quiet as a breeze. Sighing deeply, she felt like all her energy had vanished and she found herself drifting into sleep.
 
Ham murmured in her ear, the breath of a whisper. "Feeling better? I hope so." His arms slipped tighter around her, and in response, Dunny shifted a bit, his still-turgid member slipping casually from the clasp of her body. The lack of his presence within her was made up for by the snuggling of the furry hominoid up against her, his body providing a delicious natural heat.

Ham sighed, relieved and strangely content, his lips against the back of her neck. "If Philip will keep watch, you can rest. You've earned it." He himself was feeling exhausted, if pleasantly so. Between the crash, the running hike, and two rounds of carnal experimentation, he was wrung out. But he wouldn't have traded the slick, warm, comfortable sensation of snuggling up to a satisfied woman in the wilderness for anything.
 
She smiles sleepily at his words, barely registering them as she lay sandwiched between then, feeling Dunny slide out from her body but still snuggle up close to her frame. She heard Philip beep about keeping watch and she found she couldn't exactly translate since her brain was slowing down as everything started turning off in her body. She felt her muscles loosen further, her skin no longer tingling but pleasant still. She just felt content and settled and it was a nice feeling. She yawned, snuggling into their bodies as she drifted more.

"Philip will keep watch...he said...no worries..."

She opened her eyes sleepily, placing a kiss on Dunny's shoulder before stroking Ham's hair lightly. She smiled more before yawning deeply furrowing into sleep with them keeping her protected. She couldn't have been happier. As time passed and she regained herself and her strength, it was probably the best thing for her body.
 
Ham listened to her breathing settle into the slow rhythms of sleep, and raised his head to look over at Dunny. The damnable cat was already asleep, of course, with that quintessentially feline capability of his. Ham frowned, feeling they ought to do something else about camp this evening, but quite emphatically not wanting to move from his current placement, his arms wrapped around Raimei and so warm and comfortable against her. Finally, he just mentally shrugged and nestled in and let himself drift off.

He woke again with the sky above still dark, a moment of disorientation before he remembered all that had happened. Everyone had shifted in their sleep; he was on his back, but his arms were still around the woman, who was against him, using his shoulder as a pillow, and Dunny was curled over them both, seeming ever more like his base genotype. Ham and Dunny had camped together frequently, so he was quite familiar with Dunny's instinctive heat-hogging, but Raimei was a pleasant and welcome variation on the usual theme.

But something had woken him, and he raised his head to glance around, trying to detect what it was. At first, the only notable things he saw were the still-flickering fire, kept alive at a low level by the other thing, Philip. But as he gazed at Philip, the droid lit up, dropped the wood he was carrying, and whirled to face the perimeter, moving swiftly toward the sleeping pile of organic sentients while he bleeped in a quiet but insistent manner, trying to wake them. Ham gently shook his companions, his own eyes scanning the perimeter where Philip was watching. Was that movement in the bushes? Was it their quarry? Or was it whatever natives existed on this planet?
 
"Who's there?"

Raimei was awake as soon as Hammond shook her, a knife in her hand. Where it came from, only she knew since she stashed so many things in different places within her traveling pack. She slowly unfurled from between the pair and stood, the blade pressed against her forearm so she might better attack or injure her intruder. There was more rustling but still no one appeared. She frowned a bit and hoped it wasn't some stupid animal who had interrupted her REM cycle. She was gonna be pissed!

"Come out where I can see you!"

She called, finding one of her pistols and palming it in her free hand. She didn't care that she was naked, only that her clothes weren't gonna be able to give her any protection since she wasn't wearing them. No matter though, she had two weapons against whatever it was that was lurking just outside her campsite. It couldn't get into the area unless it disabled one of the perimeter blocks, which the creature was perilously close to. Philip beeped at her, but the sound was so jumbled she couldn't translate what it was. Was it a native? She was tempted to ask.
 
There was a hissing and snarling out in the woods, and the translator software in all of the off-worlders instantly matched it to a common enough pattern: reptilian, devolved colony referent. The noises were belatedly translated into "Hello? Is there someone there?" and future communication was translated reasonably normally.

Realizing this was a native, and therefore possibly a helpful being to befriend, assuming this first contact did not go off badly, Hamm went for his pack. There was a broadcaster in there, capable of converting known speech patterns into a generally audible track. He cursed the fact he hadn't loaded up Dunny's language yet; he always meant to do that. But if his translator had already pegged the native dialect, the broadcaster was bound to do the same. And then it could snarl and hiss in the native tongue of this world, so that they could understand the humans, at the very least. And the humans could translate for the droid and the cat-man as necessary.

He pulled it out and switched it on, muttering a few words to bluetooth his various comm gear together, and then spoke quickly into the broadcaster: "Yes, there are people here. Don't be afraid, we are not dangerous. We may seem strange to you, though. Please enter the clearing, so we may meet."

The broadcaster did its job, and the thrashing in the bushes paused, and then came toward them. Finally, a native stepped out. "Oh, off-worlders!" it exclaimed, in a tone of happy surprise.

(I'll leave their appearance in your capable hands, since you were the one who wanted a Lost World to play in. :) <3 )
 
Raimei blinked at the two large reptilians. To humans, they looked like living dinosaurs in various gear that would seem ridiculous and yet not. They weren't decked out in hula shirts or anything of the sort. They wore belts with various necessities, protectors on their knees and elbows, hands and feet, and strange looking eye wear. They had sensitive vision and so they needed the eye wear to see properly, especially at night. They both looked like they were part of a scouting party or maybe even just local hunters - as funny as it sounded. They didn't have rifles, but they did have claw extenders on their finger-like appendages for ripping and tearing. Their huge jaws were curved into smiling faces, but it didn't look friendly so much as creepy. Still, Raimei couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, we are off-worlders. I've been on this planet for about two months now tracking a fugitive. You might have smelled the chemicals from his speeder. Have you seen or heard anything other than us?"

She ventured to ask, dropping her weapons till they were at her side. She wouldn't fully drop them until she knew for certain they were friendly. Philip beeped at her and then pointed at her and she looked down, clearly confused. Oh, she was still naked. Sighing lightly, she shrugged her shoulders and listened to the locals chuckle at the group of them. She smiled a little in spite of herself.

"It's odd seeing a human without clothing. You got no scales or anything! You poor delicate things."

The taller of the two spoke in what sounded like a feminine voice. It was a female as they were usually bigger, but the differences were hardly noticeable. Not that you could say that at all unless you wanted them to get all offended. The t-rex type of locals looked very very similar, while others didn't. It was complicated.
 
"Oh, wait," said the smaller, the male, "that one has covering!"

"That's not a human," corrected the female. And of course, Dunny wasn't. He was studying the newcomers with a slightly tilted head, smiling gently, but not enough to be considered a threat display. Ham recognized the look, and rolled his eyes. You just HAD sex, he wanted to say, but this was not the moment.

Reptilids were just as variable in their behavioral cues as mammaloids, but there were a few constants, particularly among predatory species. Ham stepped to one side to draw attention but not seem like he was being aggressive, and spread his hands, moving gently while he spoke to maintain their focus on him. "I'm sorry, we don't mean to interrupt, but my friend Raimei is indeed on a very important mission. The human she mentioned, he is our prey, and we are his hunters. It would be a great favor if you could tell us if you have sensed his presence anywhere around here."

Not that they necessarily needed to move off right away, but if the prey was afoot, he'd done even less convenient things. And it's possible Raimei could use the activity; he wasn't feeling awkward about their tryst of last night, but he knew it was a new thing for her, and such events were often troublesome to come to grips with, emotionally. He hoped some quick re-engagement with her mission would help give her something to focus on while her psyche sorted out what lingering feelings she might be having.

For his part, he felt more than ever that he wanted to help her, and that even besides the fact that she was their ticket off-world and back to real civilization. And Dunny was so blase about such things, he was likely feeling about her exactly how he had felt when they first met her. Which was positive, clearly, but he never let something like sex get in the way of a friendship. Or a hatred, either, but that was a different story (several, actually).
 
"Yes, yes! We know of the little human you were speaking of. He's about...15 clicks away." The female calculated with a shrug before her eyes settled on Dunny. She looked a little interested, mostly because he was so different, but it wouldn't work. They weren't compatible as a species.

"Yes, 15 clicks is about right," said the male, nodding his big head and crossing his small arms. They both sounded so sure that it was almost comical. Raimei smiled at the two of them, practically beaming as soon as the information was confirmed for her. 15 clicks was about ten leagues for humans as the locals measured distance much differently since they would cover more mileage and hear sounds from much further distances as well. But still, Raimei found her adrenaline start to pump through her blood stream. She could think about her sexual conquests later.

"Thank you! If you don't mind, we're gonna go capture him." Raimei was soon throwing gear on, getting dressed within the span on five minutes while Philip beeped and completely cleaned up the camp within another ten. They were sufficient like that. They had to be in order to survive as bounty hunters. Raimei almost forgot about her two companions until Hammond caught her eye and she looked at him and Dunny.

"Get the lead out! We're leaving."
 
As soon as Raimei started throwing her gear on, Hamm leapt into action as well, throwing on his clothing and gathering up his stuff. Dunny's preparations were simpler; without worrying about clothing, he simply flung together the gear. By the time Raimei called to them to "get the lead out", all they had left to do was strap their packs on. And then they were off.

Once again, Dunny managed to keep pace with the lithe bounty hunter easily, their similar predatory instincts complementing each other. And Philip followed obediently, while Hamm, being neither a limber predator nor a tireless machine, lagged behind. "I'll come in as backup at the last minute," he kept telling himself as he plugged steadily forward, keeping a good pace, just not one as fast as the others, "they'll be thankful they've got someone in reserve, just wait."
 
Raimei almost felt bad about Hammond lagging behind, but the thrill of knowing her query was almost within her grasp eradicated all other emotional input. She ran fast, knowing Dunny would keep up with her all the same and that Philip would protect Hammond no matter what. The smell of oil and fumes reached her nose and made her cough briefly before inhaling deeply to distinguish between layering scents. Their prey had gotten ahead of them by a good amount. She hoped he wouldn't be able to hide from her without his speeder. He probably couldn't, not with the way she could move. Over even terrain with few obstacles, she flew over the land, feet barely touching the ground. She was coming back to life. That was the feeling in her bones.

"We'll catch the fucker!"

She yelled, completely gleeful, almost insane with the thought of catching her prize. Her fingers dug into her palms as she ran. She could feel the excitement pumping through her system like a drug. It wouldn't be long now. Soon....soon.
 
Dunny hissed his agreement with her, loping on all fours, ranging to the side to help triangulate. Whenever she paused, however momentarily, to reorient on the scent, he did the same, and pointed a long, clawed finger in the direction he scented. That's how they knew they were closing in.

For his part, the cat-man didn't worry in the least about Hammond, knowing the human was slower, but his tracking skills were quite up to following at least one sentient who wasn't trying to cover his tracks, much less two. And while Hammond was no marksman, he was a deft hand with a pistol such as those that had been packed in the survival kits. So he knew his partner would be along presently; when he considered it, he just hoped the human wouldn't miss ALL the action.
 
Raimei didn't stop for more than a few seconds at a time as she stalked her prey, keying in with Dunny to make sure the scent didn't lag off in any sudden directions. After a few good turns and diving under heavy canopies made by giant unknown trees, she saw the speeder cast off like a used up laser pistol. However, their quarry wasn't in the area. Cursing to herself in another language under her breath, she let her nose and senses take her around the speeder a few times before circling towards a tree. He wasn't up there, but he had tried to dislodge her by climbing up and down several trees in the area. She was much better than that, though. If he crossed a river, that wouldn't delay her either.

"He's probably in the thicker part of that forest," She said, pointing towards a darkened canopy of thick giant leaves attached to black trees. She could hear Hammond and Philip a ways off, but her eyes turned towards Dunny, in full hunting mode along with the cat-creature. Nodding to him, she suddenly took off, dust being kicked up by her momentum as she rocketed forward.
 
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