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Despite the late hour, the island is still sweltering and the sun is still leaving white and yellow stains on the western sky when Claire leaves her board meeting. Ocean wind rustles the native and imported flora; some of which were resurrected and enhanced for color.
The growth statistics presented by Dr. Wu for the most recent asset are more than promising; they exceed expectations. All focus group studies suggested the Indominus Rex was going to have the most profitable premiere in the park's history. Any further growth will increase guest satisfaction… and create a logistic complication.
With such an auspicious event on the horizon, security is more important than ever. The escape of the tyrannosaurus in the '70s had caused five casualties. There is no doubt the Indominus will be capable of much worse. Her enclosure would need to be reinforced.
Claire had spent years overseeing the mega fauna of the prehistoric continents, but these days nothing made her nervous like the Indominus. Her palms felt clammy as she ascended the stairs into the paddock's viewing room. No other asset, except the sauropods, are larger than the Indominus Rex. And certainly none of them are composed of beasts infamous for their prey drive, six inch teeth, or foot long claws. No sauropod required isolation on the edge of the island for having butchered her siblings.
Heavy shadows cast the observation room into darkness. The only light is the fading sun well past the paddock wall and the small security lights along the floor.
The Indominus is not hard to spot. She is a mere ten yards in front of the viewing chamber, lapping at an artificial stream recently installed into her exhibit. The lower half of her mandible beneath the flowing fresh water.
Her eyes flicker towards Claire's position and she lifts her head. Aware she is being watched and watching in return.
The soft thud of heavy footfalls can be felt as much as heard when the Indominus approaches the glass.
Red eyes align with Claire's, filled with predatory intelligence. Two females of alabaster and shocks of red. Two paragons of the Jurassic World, standing nose to nose. The Indominus Rex's head is larger than Claire's entire body. Despite her petite size, Claire is well acquainted with authority, and thus unwilling to flinch first.
The Indominus backs up a few feet as if losing interest in her tiny voyeur, ready to return to the thick brush for the night–
–Before charging forward and slamming the hard roof of her skull into the glass. The entire viewing room creaks on its foundation. Two of the quills atop her head piercing through entirely.
Shards scatter about the room, refracting the minimal light and twinkling all around Claire. She realizes she is on the ground only by the soreness in her hip and the sharp edges cutting into her hands as she tries to put whatever distance she can between herself and what little protection she has left.
Upon a second charge the glass buckles entirely. The head of the Indominus fills the room, easily blocking Claire from the exit if she chose to do so. A vocalization in the beast's throat vibrating her croup; the air in the room seems to hum with tangible dread.
Any attempt to stand and run would only activate her prey drive and hasten death. Knowing it would be impossible to fight or flee, Claire has no choice but to freeze on the concrete floor and wait for Pale Death to decide.
The Indominus retracts her head slightly, adjusting her bulk to circle back on Claire. She tilts her head to the side, as if to grasp something otherwise too low for her mandible to scoop up. Claire realizes a second later that this thing the Indominus means to collect is her. Unable to do anything else, she screams as her calf and foot are caught with surprising care between two jagged teeth. She is dragged far too close to the edge of the viewing room. Fear of falling flashes through her mind, as if she didn't have far bigger problems right now.
That massive mouth envelops the lower half of her body and with a bloom of warm mortal terror in Claire's rib cage as certainty settles in that this is how she dies. This is how she dies and there will be nothing left of her to give her family but the security camera footage. This is how she dies–
The flat of a thick tongue runs up her leg, tasting, exploring. As that colossal snout goes higher between Claire's legs, her skirt is drawn up and her thighs spread ever wider. The razor sharp cairns of the Indominus Rex's teeth grazing over her thighs, threatening to catch and tear. The femoral artery suddenly consuming Claire's mind.
Any dampness she feels between her legs should only be sweat of running around in Isla Nublar's tropical climate and what remains on the final days of her menstrual cycle. Should be, should be.
The Indominus can tell the difference in Claires scent and it interests her in a way shes not quite understanding of, but instinct drives her on. A tongue as thick as Claire's arm flicks at her covered sex and she squirms. Fear and unintentional pleasure sending a shiver up her spine.
Deciding she likes the taste, the Indominus uses the tips of her teeth to tear away the fabric before digging in with her tongue.
Claire is stuck between disgust, fear, and a warmth too much like sexual gratification as the tip of Indominus's tongue runs through her labia—surprisingly gentle, not to break the source of the scent—then up to the clit. Head thrown back and throat exposed, Claire hears her own cry of pleasure like a bird calling from somewhere else. It shouldn't feel good but pinned under those clever red eyes there is the intensity of a lover. And not for the first time she wonders what the Indominus understands of her existence, of her own actions.
Claire's thighs tense around the Indominus Rex's snout, internal walls clenching involuntarily and leaking out more of her own slick.
As if rewarded, the Indominus doubles down. Intent on experiencing all of this savory treat. So thorough that Claire can't help but roll her hips into the sensation of that thick tongue laving against her entrance.
It's too easy to start relaxing into that maw, giving the beast what it desires. As if being devoured and becoming a small part of the Indominus Rex's terrible beauty were worth the price of those teeth clamping down and never letting go.
The Indominus takes a step closer so that her head angles more vertical than horizontal. Against her own better judgment Claire reaches out a hand to grip the massive snout. The scales are smooth and cool like a snake.
The great beast seems to take this as if it were praise, as if she cared for the opinion of this tender morsel within her gossamer thin mercy.
Damp with quim, every whirl of that tongue against her clit, every tease of her slit with a blunt tip far too big to penetrate, is erotic within its horror.
"Oh God!" Claire gasps. Orgasm takes her by surprise, as focused as she was on what it means to be caught between these teeth.
More slick earns more fervent cleaning, as if she were a toy with a treat inside to be teased out and now she had been properly opened up.
Claire can't help but squirm away when the heat fades and is replaced by stinging hypersensitivity. Most surprising of all is that the Indominus relents. Drawing away, apparently satisfied in her own right.
Leaving Claire on the viewing room floor, trembling with fear and awe... and gratitude for having survived this encounter. The glass would have to be built thicker. Next time she might not be so lucky.