Ravished On Raptor Island

By Pornelope

Everyone assumes the meters-thick science compound walls are too sturdy to be breached--until one stormy night when the whole world goes mad. Nearly everyone is killed by rampaging dinosaurs. The few survivors scatter across the island and take shelter wherever they can find it.

Cleo barely escapes with her life. She vows that if she survives, she’s going to learn what she’s been missing by finding a virile man and having sex with him as many times as she can.

Gavin is happy to oblige her, but he has his own plans for innocent little Cleo. He intends to ravish her when, where, and how he pleases. She’s in for the ride of her life--and when he’s done with her, she’ll never be the same again!

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

Now that her hunger and thirst were sated, the other hunger started to kindle in her belly again.

At first she’d only wanted Gavin because he was a man, he was there, and she desperately wanted to feel alive and vital. During dinner she’d covertly studied him, and she’d realized he was not only a man, but a very attractive one. His skin was bronzed from recent weeks in the sun, and the muscles in his arms were clearly defined. Just watching him as he led her back to the straw pallet where she’d slept was making her unbearably horny.

What would it feel like when his hands glided over her? Would he be rough with impatience, or gentle with her? Would she feel pleasure when he took her? Or would the pain her mother had warned her of—to keep her from doing anything reckless, she was sure—keep her from enjoying the experience?

It didn’t matter. She had to know. She wanted to experience every single thing life had to offer, starting with giving herself to this strong, clever man who had rescued her.

“No, I’m not going to have sex with you,” he said bluntly when he saw her fingers lift to the top button of the oversized shirt she was wearing. “You’re not strong enough yet, and I’ve been working hard all day. Now lay down and get some sleep.”

“I’ve been sleeping all day!” Her voice was perilously close to a whine, and she made an effort to control it. “I’m not tired.”

“Well, I am.” He flopped down on the single sheet, and began to unlace his boots. “What?” he demanded when she just blinked at him in surprise. “Where did you think I’d be sleeping? Until we can carve out a larger territory, this is it, sweetheart—our entire home-away-from-home.”

The caustic way he said ‘sweetheart’ wasn’t exactly romantic, but suddenly Cleo didn’t care. Maybe he wouldn’t have sex with her tonight—but at least she’d get to sleep next to him. Maybe she could snuggle up against him in the middle of the night and...

“Don’t get any ideas,” he snapped, reading her expression with disturbing ease. “You’re not up to anything, and neither am I.”

He was lying, of course. His shaft was so hot and hard, it was standing straight up and banging energetically against his flat stomach. But she was probably too innocent to notice that. He hoped. He wanted to take her with a single-minded intensity that scared him a little—but damn it, if she was going to throw herself at him this way, he wanted her to meet him on even ground.

Gavin shrugged out of the loose shirt he’d been wearing, and tossed it toward a rack full of oddball mechanical parts. It missed by a wide margin, but he didn’t much care. The point hadn’t been where it landed, but to divert Cleo’s attention while he shifted the thudding steel beam inside his pants.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Aug 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005439415

Pornelope

Remember the old Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books? Everyone thought they were written by Carolyn Keene and Franklin W. Dixon...but they weren’t. Over a dozen different authors contributed ideas and used those two author names, no matter which one of them actually wrote the book.That’s who Pornelope really is: a group of close friends all collaborating on stories and sharing the same author name. Why? Because collaborating makes our stories spicier and more interesting...and brainstorming and working together is fun!You may notice some differences in writing styles or word choices, but one thing will always remain the same:Pornelope offers well-written high quality erotica that’s sure to rev your engine!

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Ravished On Raptor Island

By Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2018 Pornelope

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

It was raining on the night the world went utterly mad.

Later Cleo would only remember jumbled flashes, like a camera taking random shots of a disaster movie. Screams and flashes of lightning, and deep guttural roars that shook the wet ground under her bare feet. Branches whipping back and forth, striking her arms and face like whips. Pain and the sticky heat of blood pouring down her scraped shin.

Agony exploded through every nerve in her body as she tumbled blindly down a steep rocky hillside. Then lights exploded when her head struck a boulder, and everything went blessedly dark.

When she finally regained consciousness, the sky was a dismal gray and at entirely the wrong angle. It took nearly twenty dazed minutes before she finally realized she was the one at the wrong angle; her battered body was wedged between a big rock and a fallen tree. It hurt too much to move, so she lay there trying to remember why she was soaking wet and shivering in the cold drizzle instead of snug and warm in her parents’ little apartment.

There had been a tremendous crash, and the lights had gone out. Then she’d heard screaming and more crashing, as if half the building had been torn away and hurled down a steep cliff. That might actually be true, she realized, blearily focusing on a scrap of twisted metal hanging from another tree nearby. It looked like part of a window casing. There was a brownish smear on it that puzzled her. Then she realized what it must be, and her stomach pitched.

If she was right and the livestock had broken free from their enclosures…

But how could that have happened? The entire island was separated into dozens of quadrants rimmed with steel-reinforced meter-wide barriers that soared sixty feet into the air. No creature alive could have breached those walls!

Maybe an earthquake had cracked the foundations, and the larger T-Rexes had forced their way through. If they’d gone on a rampage… She’d seen stampeding buffalos back in the States. Nothing could stop them once they got started. T-Rexes were the same way—they’d rampage until they ran out of energy. And they had a lot of energy.

If she was right, she had to find shelter fast. Right now she was easy prey for anything that hunted. And the scientists had gengineered a whole lot of predators.

The problem was, she felt weak and shaky, and she was starting to feel feverish. How far could she go in her torn nightgown and lacerated bare feet before something snatched her up in one greedy gulp?

Groaning, she wriggled until her legs were dangling in the open, then squirmed some more and finally eased herself from the little nook that had protected her from being crushed. Another foot, and the falling tree would have pulverized her.

Her legs swayed, but she braced herself against the wet boulder until the dizziness passed. Then she made her slow, unsteady way down the hillside and across the brush-clogged stream. Something huge had definitely pushed through the trees; they were toppled over like a child’s game of pick-up sticks, and she saw the massive imprint of a clawed foot in the soft mud beyond the far bank.

Instinctively she froze, barely breathing, when something flapped by overhead. Was it one of the pteros? They were hunters, too.

She didn’t breathe easily