Recovery

“Doctor Amiri?” I asked.

“Doctor Devina Amiri,” she confirmed. “When we met it didn’t seem the time for formalities.” I smiled. I wondered how much Doctor Durant actually knew about our meeting.

“How are you feeling?” the doctor asked, checking my pulse.

“I’m fine, I’m just a little hazy,” I replied. “I don’t remember coming here.”

“That’s understandable,” she noted. “You were already convulsing when you arrived.”

“Where am I?” I asked, hoping to make more sense of my situation.

“You’re in Nhatchan, a female-only colony on the north of the planet. All of us here escaped the male rulers in the south.”

“How many are you?”

“Thirty- three,” the doctor noted as she checked my vitals. “Your fever’s almost gone, that’s good.”

“How are you safe here?” I wondered aloud.

“We have a domesticated dinosaur army to protect us,” replied the doctor. “We have dinosaurs that the male rulers have never been able to tame.”

“Brontosauruses?” I blurted out.

“Close,” the doctor said. “I can’t wait to talk more once you’re rested.” Her eyes held my gaze with a sharp focus. “You will be an invaluable resource, Doctor Renzella. Welcome.”

“Thank you,” I murmured. The doctor walked out the door with a staggering confidence. Devina grabbed my hand once more.

“I see not everyone in the north French kisses to say hello,” I smiled.

“I made that up,” Devina admitted with a grin, “but you didn’t seem to mind.”

“I was naked and riding a dinosaur,” I remembered. “It seemed almost innocent.”

Devina slipped her hand under my bed sheets, sliding her fingers into my underwear.

“Your pussy is not innocent,” she said with a wink. Her fingers circled, putting gentle pressure on the top of my clit. I inhaled sharply in pleasure as her fingers traveled lower, gently massaging the entrance to my vagina. Ten seconds was all it took for Devina to get my pussy wet enough to plunge her fingertips into. She slowly dragged them back across my clit. “But I promised Doctor Durant I’d let you sleep.”

I bit my lip as she pulled her hand out of the sheets and lifted it to her mouth, slowly sucking her fingers. Even in my weakened state I wanted her. With or without a dinosaur. She licked her lips.

“Your dinosaur has very good taste,” she smiled.

“Does Doctor Durant know about us?” I asked.

“She knows everything,” Devina said. “There’s no reason for secrets here.”

It suddenly struck me how little I actually knew about Devina. Back on Earth, I was used to at least having a few conversations with my partners before jumping in the sack. I tried not to think about my hungry vagina for a moment.

“What kind of doctor are you?” I asked.

“The medical kind,” she replied. “I’m a doctor of veterinary medicine.”

“So you’ve always loved animals?” I couldn’t resist the joke.

“Definitely not in this way,” Devina smiled. “I resisted for a long time. On Earth, I was an animal rights activist. I looked down on interspecies sexuality. I saw it as abuse.”

“What changed your mind?” I asked.

“These dinosaurs. They want to taste us.” Of this fact she was absolutely sure. She looked off into space, perhaps remembering her first, or our latest encounter.