Lands of Barinel (Furry, Beastiality, M/M, M/F, M/M/F/Futa, Oversized Cocks)

My longest single release yet! The futa's talents go to waste a little in this story, honestly, but I figured since it had been a while since you all had heard from me, and a while before you would again otherwise, you might like to see what I was up to ^_^ As always, if you want to see all my non-futa stuff, click my sig. Enjoy!

"One more," he muttered and, as if on cue, a raptor emerged from around a great, rocky foot of the mountain, slowly stalking toward the hidden human. Jared relaxed slowly, keeping a firm grip on the branch under his feet. The foliage should have hidden him from a glance, but the slightest movement could make all the difference. This would go much more smoothly if he could lure the raptor close beforehand.

A great, leathery-skinned beast, the raptor stood a bit taller than Jared himself would, and he was of no small stature. Wicked claws tipped its upper and lower limbs, and it bore great rows of teeth perpetually bared in a seemingly ironic grin. Its hide was a tanned orange, well suited to fade against the warm-colored rocks and sands of the mountains and plains it hunted. Reptile eyes darted about, and the creature's nostrils flared-- and it paused, sniffing again.

It had picked up on his scent. Jared smiled slowly, and watched on. The beast looked around, hissing softly as it followed the peculiar mix of scents Jared no doubt bore by now to the trunk of a large, twisted tree nestled against the sloped wall of a mountain. The human held his breath as the beast drew closer and closer-- and dropped down behind it with a soft grunt.

The beast whirled, snarling, no doubt ready to rend his life from his body in a smooth bite and tear of those vicious teeth, but Jared's hand flew up, hovering over the creature's snout as it aimed its strike. The creature paused. A curious churr rose from the beast, and it sniffed at the human's hand. A long, thin tongue slid from its maw to lick the sticky juices off his palm. Jared smiled again, letting a slow breath go. "Yeah, that's it..." he murmured, "you like those girl juices, huh?"

He unslung his pack and dropped it on the ground. It jostled and sloshed slightly, rolling to settle against his bare foot. Though he wore no shoes, supple leather armor encased his calves, topped with a sturdy kneepads. Above those, he was bare to the waist, where a belt with a few pouches made up the bottom of a leather harness wrapped about his torso. Leather bracers matching his shinguards completed his peculiar, rather exposing suit of armor. He didn't seem remotely concerned to have his unmentionables hanging against his thigh in the warm, lazy breeze in front of this flesh-eater.

His free hand slipped back, behind his back, and down. His fingers retreated between the cheeks of his rear, and he drew a slow breath before tightening his jaw. The raptor churrled softly, nuzzling his palm and shifting about slowly, the first hints of a growl sparking in its belly. A thic