(Recap of what this is continuing lol)
Back in April was my birthday, but also my twin brother's birthday , while I was asking the author of "Allosaurus and Diplodocus" Kristine Lord (Aka Allan Dipalma) permission to do this pic, my brother, RhynoBullraq, fell for the silly and random ship of Sludge (the Ornitholestes) with the big beautiful Storme (the Diplodocus).
Now in the original story there's a brief time where Sludge is taken on to watch Storme and Crowe's eggs aaaand basically it goes pretty bad but in this alternative reality I thought it would be cute if the trio were forced to spend a little more time together.
So because my bro liked the silly ship so much and my author friend seemed entertained by it I asked Kristine if they could write a short story that would go with a multi part story that involves Sludge and Storme "Getting Busy" , so it basically turned into a big birthday project for me and Kristine Lord for a gift for RhynoBullraq.
Here's part two of three (these will be released ever other post):
***After moving into the forest and giving him a bit of a show, Storme noticed that Sludge’s erection had returned, and was twitching more fiercely than before. He was fully comfortable now with Crowe gone, and had no reservations about talking dirty.“Hungry, Storme? Would you like to try some meat for a change?”“Oh my!”She giggled and approached him, eyes closing periodically as the flies bounced off them. She blinked one away as it got stuck, then settled on just closing them as her drooling mouth approached his equally wet tip. She took his cock in her entire throat and neck without gagging, propelling herself forward primarily by sucking, and her clustered teeth, designed for scraping the leaves off ferns, barely grazed him before disappearing under her tongue. He felt thick saliva stretching between his maw as he shouted.“Fuck, yes!”After a bit of sucking, she parted from his slick flesh, licking her lips. Suddenly, she was towering over him. Her crotch was emanating a thick heat.“Mind if she gets a taste too, sweetie?”“Oh, fuck.”She slipped him inside of her, bouncing up and down with such pressure that his hips ached.“Oooh, yes . . .” she said.She thrust against him, pushing him deeper into the dirt. He laid his head back in a daze.“Fuck, yes.”He lost himself in the tightness.***
The art belongs to me
Characters and Writing belongs to Kristine Lord