Tamed by the Triceratops

Chapter Three- Verral

I hate the sand. It makes me feel filthier than his saliva tingling along my inner thighs.

The smooth curve of his horn glides through my wetness and trails it over my mound. My lungs ache as I cough and shake.

He closes his fingers around my nipple, pinching the tight bud. Arousal flares to life. I moan and ignore the tears trailing down my temples.

The sharp tip of his beak takes place of his horn. He traces my curves with it, adding his tongue and destroying my ability to process individual sensations. With his venom buzzing in my veins, his hand pinning me down, and his mouth gently exploring my body, I rise into another plane of existence, where nothing matters beyond my nerve endings. I hover on the edge of catastrophic release, my pussy throbbing and begging for attention.

His other hand teases the back of my knees. I jerk and whine, so stimulated the sand digging into my back feels like sharp little daggers trying to invade my body.

I want a nest.

He twists, flicks, and pinches my nipple, his movements slow and deliberate. It hurts but I don't want him to stop. Every cell in my body begs for relief.

He runs his fingers up my thighs as his beak scratches over the swell of my hip, leaving a stinging red line behind.

I die a thousand beautiful deaths as his thick finger sinks between my lower lips. He explores my soaking folds and finds my clit with his thumb. When fresh slick pours from me, he focuses his attention there, prolonging my orgasm until my heart threatens to burst from my chest.

His palm leaves my sternum and grabs my knee. He lifts my leg, opening me, and pushes his finger deeper into my pussy.

My mouth opens on a silent scream and the back of my skull creates a divot in the sand as my back arches with the force of my release. The invasion hurts in the most delicious way, stretching and filling me as no one ever has before.

He stops moving.

I heave until my heart stops trying to beat out of my chest.

"Please, no more."

He licks my belly button as he sits up. I can do nothing but watch as he holds me down with my knee to my chest and his finger filling me up. With the fading light of day warming my skin, I feel like a feast laid out for a predator.

But aren't triceratops vegetarian?

The ridiculous thought nearly sends me into a fit of maniacal giggles. I don't think I'm okay right now, but I can't seem to care.

He grunts, stealing my attention.

"Small omega. More."

The world shifts as he pulls me. My squeal turns into a coughing fit as more sand scratches my throat. When he parts my legs around his shoulders, I'm helpless against his strength. His finger moves inside me, sending shockwaves through my abdomen.

He settles his face closer to my pussy. I fill my fists with sand, needing something to cling to as he focuses his attention between my legs. With one hand holding my hip still, he works his knobby finger in and out of me, curling it slightly to hit my sensitive G-spot.

His tongue licks around my clit, urging it to engorge yet again.

"I can't. Not again."

His rumble shatters me. Slick splashes over his face as he flattens the tip of his tongue and licks directly over my clit again and again, his finger pumping in and out of me in a relentless rhythm.

Just as the waves of euphoria begin to lessen, he presses two fingers to my opening.

Unable to breathe much less fight back, I skyrocket into yet another orgasm as he mercilessly invades my body with two digits.