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Sensual Saurians

Cocamo hopped out of the skiff and dragged it up the beach behind him until he was sure it was inland enough that the tides wouldn't reclaim it for the sea. He and a few other buddies - all mercs - had decided to enjoy a bit of a pit stop en route to their destination on the eastern shores of Koluma, and that pit stop ended up being on the island known as the Saurian Scar.

The Saurian Scar was world famous for housing the last population of ancient, pure saurians - dinosaurs and elder dragons - in all of Dalon. There may have been a few raptors and sea creatures beyond the shores of the Saurian Scar, but most of those types remained on the island.

Cocamo had been here before and had made friends with a single theropod when it was young many years prior, so he hoped he'd be able to find her once again, for she had a very distinct pattern on her haunches. In truth, he didn't actually expect to find her but it would have been nice, nonetheless.

The island had a look and feel unlike anywhere else in the world. No grass, lots of hardy ferns, rough, cracked soil, and a volcano belching smoke over the horizon gave the land an ancient feel. All of that combined with the rockwood forest and the many tall trees meant that everything felt so much more interesting than his destination. He almost felt like this was his home, even though he himself was not a dragon. He was a saurossin, though - an offshoot branch of the saurian bloodline.

Unlike the rest of his mercenary crew, Cocamo chose to go off in his own direction, opting to remain solitary with only his rifle and hunting knife to keep him safe in the event of an ambush. The loud explosions of the ammunition being ignited was enough to scare any beast off.

He tied his skiff to the nearest tree and slipped through the underbrush en route to the heart of the island. The barrier of thick foliage had to have been near a kilometer thick, but he was a rather large fellow with long legs so it didn't take him all too long to navigate it.

The moment he emerged beyond the treeline and into the ancient paradise preserved solely on this island, he was greeted with the image of a herd of sauropods heading across the dusty plains from one patch of trees to the next. Another herd could be seen with just their long necks jutting out from within a lake as small mammals drank at the shores. Cocamo happily drank in the scene.

Serenity shattered as a deafening roar echoed out over the scene, shaking the trees and causing all the smaller creatures to scatter. The sauropods in the lake started panicking as they struggled to escape the unseen force, tails swinging under water to create small waves. They were trying to defend themselves against something in the water.

Cocamo narrowed his gaze and focused on the threat, quickly identifying it as a pod of three theropods - large ones - swimming in the water like crocodiles while chasing after the slow-moving but powerful sauropods. Their tails, though submerged under water, seemed to be holding off the preds with relative ease, which actually disappointed Cocamo since he knew that they needed to eat.

The chase made its way to the shore of the lake, where the dozen or so sauropods all got a fairly quick and definitive advantage. Not only were there more of them and they had tails to whip their attackers, but without the water to slow them down those tails could crack the sound barrier and do real damage to those who would threaten them.

Those three theropods - which looked like allosaurs to Cocamo - knew this and opted to redirect themselves away from the herd, careful to remain outside of tail-whipping distance.

While things weren't looking good for the three allosaurs, they all lived to fight for another day and that made Cocamo happy. However, their redirect aimed the set of them against the same treeline that he found himself nestled up against and they started running at full tilt to close the distance!

Knowing they may have overtook him if he wasn't careful, he slipped back into the underbrush and crouched down, his camouflage blending into the foliage with ease. He remained there as the three predator dinos swept by him, their massive feet slamming down on the cracked soil of the prehistoric plains. As they passed, he held his breath to not draw their attention; he loved their kind but wasn't stupid enough to think that they were the kind to be nice to an outsider, especially not after a failed hunt. With this in mind, he remained silent and hidden as they blew past.

But then, just as the final one of the three allosaurs swept by, the first in line came to a skidding halt followed by a sideways skid, one so sudden the other two barreled into her and nearly knocked her over. She stood her ground, used her tail for balance, and started sniffing the air with her snout aimed in Cocamo's general direction followed by a series of guttural chirps to communicate with the others.

Cocamo grabbed his rifle and hunkered down, regretting not showering that morning. His funk was filling his camo and must have been billowing out in all directions regardless of his low visibility.

The pod of three allosaurs tiptoed their way towards him, sniffing and swaying their tail for balance as they took turns pushing their head in between the trees in an attempt to find the source of the smell. Considering that smell may have been lunch for at least one of them - probably only one of them - they were all fervently seeking to find the food first.

At this point, Cocamo had only a few options as to what to do next. He could hunker down and hope they didn't find him - which was a stupid idea and he knew it - or he could make a run for it and hope they couldn't catch him through the thick trees. This was also stupid, so he considered a third option that involved using his rifle to shoot the skies and scare them off. The explosion of the bullet firing was similar to that of a sauropod's tail breaking the sound barrier upon using it as a whip, so that association should have been enough to scare them off.

He had no intention of using his rifle on them. He loved theropods, he loved saurians! He'd never even consider bringing harm to them unless he absolutely, positively had to. If it came down to survival vs conservation, he would begrudgingly chose survival.

Time was running out quickly, for the leader of the pack was getting close, their snout mere meters away and sniffing the air around him. All three of the allosaurs had their tails poking out behind them as they searched for food in the form of Cocamo.

He was about to raise his gun and shoot the skies when he recognized something peculiar on the haunches of the allosaur closest to him. It was the same peculiar pattern of the young one he'd met many years ago, only now it was altered by three pink scars swiped across it. He couldn't be absolutely certain this was the same dino since it was possible that more than one had patterns like that, but in his infinite wisdom he figured he'd take the risk and see how things played out.

Rather than fire his rifle, he stood in place to reveal himself to her, eyes staring directly into hers as she recoiled and stepped back. He kept his hand on the trigger of his weapon just in case, but was careful to not let anything spook him; he was in a remarkably dangerous situation and his heart was racing but he didn't want to accidentally fire, he just needed to be prepared.

To his shock and delight, she leaned in and sniffed him again, massive snout nuzzling his chest as she took in his scent. Her hot breath tickled him from head to talons, ruffling his camo in the process while also nearly knocking him over as he stood tall in defiance.

The other two allosaurs saw this tasty prey expose itself so they closed in from either side of the main girl only to have her tail whip and snap at them like she was protecting him!

Her act of affection made cocamo weak at the knees as happiness swept over him. He'd never felt so validated in his entire life and the idea of a massive allosaurus female presiding over him and protecting him was a literal dream come true. And yet, despite her seeming to recognize him, she seemed to be confused; it was like she recognized the scent but didn't recognize his looks.

He took this to mean it was the camo that was getting in the way, so he slowly put down his weapon and peeled off his shirt to expose his natural colours to her, resulting in her widening her eyes and adjusting herself so that she was at his eye level, most of her body horizontal to the ground.

Once again, the other two tried to lean in and take a bite out of him but the main girl snapped and growled at them, using her tail to knock one off its feet and her front claws to slash at the other before returning to Cocamo to continue sniffing and nuzzling him.

In an act of bravery - or stupidity, depending on what happened next - Cocamo reached out and cradled the allo's chin, urging her to come in closer. To his surprise, she did precisely that, wrapping her neck around his body to pull him out from the bushes and onto the dried, cracked soil of the plains. She wasn't excited like a dog or horse would be, she wasn't playful, but she was still excited in her own way by eagerly sniffing and nuzzling him as the other two circled around him.

Cocamo was glad he grabbed his rifle from leaning against a tree before she tugged him out of the foliage; he seemed to be okay and not in any danger from the female head of the pack, but those other two could still be a threat and it was nice to maintain some safety on his part. Insurance was key.

Before he could make another move, the main girl bowed down, forced her head between his legs, hoisted him up high off his feet, and barreled through the thick foliage with the other two trailing close behind them! They seemed to have a destination in mind and yet all Cocamo could think was how he left his shirt draped over a branch where they met!

He had mere minutes to ponder his predicament as the allosaurs rushed through the jungle. He was able to realign himself in such a way that he could straddle her shoulders, but given that she had smaller arms, it felt wrong, so he slid down so that he was straddling her haunches. While there, the other two allosaurs tried snapping at him only to have her whip them with her tail to push them away.

Before long, they came to a skidding halt in a nearly perfect clearing with the main girl bucking him off and leaving him on his back in the middle with the three of them circling him.

Cocamo hopped to his feet and grabbed his rifle again, not sure at this point if he was safe or not since the mood kept shifting and he couldn't nail anything down. All three of the allos kept getting in closer and closer, their bodies, tails, and heads all forming a loop that ensured he had nowhere to go.

However, just as he was about to shoot, the leader of the pack pushed into him and nuzzled his crotch, knocking him off balance and pinning him to the ground with her foot followed by ravenous pecking and clawing at his body!

He panicked and aimed his gun, expecting to have to defend himself, but quickly realized he was still in no danger. She was being aggressive, but it seemed she was entirely focusing on his pants. She wasn't trying to hurt him, she was eagerly trying to separate him from his clothes, tearing them in the process! Once he realized this, he pushed her snout away and kicked his pants off, resulting in him being completely nude for the three of them to stare at.

The moment was surreal with all three allos glaring down at him with what he interpreted as a hungry look, but then the moment of apprehension was shattered when the main girl flopped down on him with her neck and head on his chest, tail swaying in the dust of the clearing while the other two chirped into the sky, claws digging at the soil and tails slamming into the trunks of trees.

Cocamo was quite certain now that he was in no danger, so he put the safety on his rifle and tossed it away, losing it to the underbrush while also kicking his pants in the same direction so he had a general idea where his weapon had gone when the time came to retrieve it. His mercenary unit paid well but he had to replace and maintain his own weapon in the event of damage or loss.

Once that concern was alleviated, he started idly stroking the girl's snout, resulting in her chirping and churring at him, a deep rumble reverberating through her throat that teased his groin. It was only at this point he was able to properly discern the difference between the three allosaurs. The one pinning him to the ground was the same one he met before, the one with the pattern on her hip. She had a mostly brown colouration with hints of green, red, and yellow interspersed between her scales and plates. He'd call her brown for the sake of simplicity.

The other two were very similar, bearing the same patterns and mixed coloration, but the smaller one leaned more towards the green end of the spectrum while the larger of the two besides Brown was more yellow. He could tell them all apart due to the accented colours despite all of them having elements of brown, yellow, red, and green all over their bodies. He couldn't be entirely certain, but based on their hip structure Cocamo was pretty sure they were all female.

Brown kept him pinned to the ground while her tail swept across the cracked soil, making a mess of some of the ferns at the edge of the treeline while the other two shifted in place and hovered over the pair of them. Green stepped over top of Cocamo, revealing that the slit under her tail was moist, swollen, and ready for a male. Seconds later, Yellow did a similar thing, only she squatted a bit so that it was closer to him. Naturally, he reached out to see if he could touch but it was just out of reach so Yellow stepped away.

Then, as he was focusing on Green and Yellow, Brown shuffled her way forward so that she was straddling him, her hips grinding down on his while smearing her natural fluids all over his groin.

It was at this point that Cocamo came to theorize that she potentially didn't recognize him but that she simply smelled his musk and new he was a male, and it seemed all three were in season.

Recognition or heat, it didn't matter to Cocamo. He wasn't going to waste an opportunity to indulge this fantasy of his unless it got him killed; that would be the only thing stopping him from making a move by this point.

With Brown on him, pinning his form to the ground with all her weight, he pressed against her belly and urged her to get to her feet. To his shock, she did exactly what he hoped and raised herself off him, allowing Cocamo to roll to his feet, and upon doing so he realized just how soaked he was from her fluids. She was quite thoroughly aroused and the proof practically poured out of her.

However, just as she got to her feet and remained in place with her tail up right at Cocamo's face height, Yellow came over and flopped onto her back with her legs up and claws digging into Brown's haunches. This resulted in both Yellow and Brown both intertwined with one another, Yellow on her back and Brown straddling her. Both females raised and wrenched their tails to the side to reveal their slits to Cocamo, the only male in the clearing.

Curious and eager to test and see just what he could get away with, Cocamo stepped over top of the base of Yellow's tail, lightly caressing her slit to see how she responded, palm sliding over her mound and fingers slipping between her scales.

Much to his delight, she arched her back, widened her stance, and pushed up into him with enough enthusiasm that her ventral scales swallowed his hand up to his wrist with ease!

He gulped as his member swelled to full firmness almost instantly, the shocking warmth of her flesh enveloping him and the resulting tingle of pleasure shooting up his arm. Saurians were not cold blooded like reptiles but warm blooded like birds or dragons, so they were regularly quite hot to the touch, especially when I a prehistoric environment that seemed to trap all the heat it could.

At the same time that he gave the first a bit of attention, Brown shuffled back with her tail held high and her vent right at Cocamo's eye level. The aromas wafting out from between her legs was intoxicating to him and the fluids soaking his hand from Yellow turned out to taste quite sweet and tangy, as far as he was concerned. And yet, rather than lick his fingers clean, he used that mess to rub into his crotch, soaking his cock from tip to knot before making his ultimate move.

Green remained off to the side, tail up and eager to be serviced while Cocamo buried his snout in Brown's vent and guided his cock into Yellow's. All at once he was inundated with pure, full-bodied pleasure as he felt the warmth of allosaurus pussy wrapped around his lips and cock at the same time. His snout wasn't inserted, but his muzzle did part her ventral scales and expose the soft pink inside while his loins pressed tight against Yellow's cloaca.

In order to best get his leverage over the pair of them, he leaned in and came to rest his knee on the base of yellow's tail, tongue probing deep into Brown while he wrapped both arms around Brown's haunches in a hug. Part of him wished for her to just sit on him and soak his face until she was satisfied but he knew that wasn't going to happen. Instead, she pushed back, gyrated her hips, and seemed eager to feel more of him inside her.

Unfortunately for Yellow, her hot flesh mixed with Brown's vent over Cocamo's muzzle was almost overwhelming for the mercenary! Not only was he not prepared for an allosaurus orgy, but the blend of fear and arousal that swirled in the back of his mind kept him off-guard and unable to fully control the situation!

The pleasure quickly peaked inside him, resulting in his knot flaring out within Yellow's vent as he bucked as hard as he could, loins slapping against loins while his member shot burst after burst of his seed deep inside her. Much to his delight, her depths constricted and tugged on him every time his length pulsated and pumped more of his essence into her, literally milking the cum from his depths!

All the while he managed to just barely keep his lips pressed tight against Brown's vent, sampling her scents and flavours as best he could. He kept both arms wrapped around her hips and the base of her tail, squeezing even harder when he finally climaxed inside Yellow.

Things were going very well for him until Yellow decided she'd gotten what she came for and roughly pushed herself out from under Brown and Cocamo, her claws catching on his arm and thigh before she was able to roll away and get back to her feet, leaving Cocamo's cock drooling into the dirt.

Still, he had no interest in stopping any time soon. He kept his maw pressed tight to her slit until she bent her legs and lowered herself onto her belly with her tail up and slit exposed. He couldn't keep his tongue in her from that angle, but she was exactly at the right height for him to mount properly! So he did! He wedged his one leg under her thick tail to wrench it to the side while using his free hand to aim himself at her vent, careful to not lose the control he had gained.

The instant he felt his member slide between her ventral scales and into her depths, she pushed back with all her might and nearly knocked him over! He stood his ground, claws digging into the dirt below him while her tail wrapped around him to hold him in place as she squeezed and clenched around his knot. She wanted he seed!

Fortunately for him, he still had the rest of his round chambered since Yellow pulled away before he could completely deposit inside her. It took him only a few minutes of growling, chirping, and grinding against Brown's backside to swell once more to full girth, knot pressing out against her flesh while her walls squeezed him and tugged at his length.

Just like before - and because he was already at the cusp of his climax thanks to Yellow - the warmth of her flesh milked him thoroughly within minutes. His knot lobes expanded, his length started to pulsate, and he couldn't help but lean forward to chomp down on her haunches as he slammed his hips into hers. She kept one leg forward and raised so he had better access, all while grinding back into him and stealing every bit he had to offer.

Another glorious shot of his essence pumped deep into her, which in turn triggered her loins to squeeze inward and suck the seed from his depths. He twitched, she grunted and clenched, and Green hovered around with her slit just as moist and ready for him as the other two.

Unfortunately for Green, Yellow and Brown decided that their time had ended.

Within seconds of Cocamo's final eruption into Brown's vent, she released her tail's hold, stomped the ground and dug furrows into the cracked soil with her claws, and pulled away from him. She did a single roll on the ground - presumably to percolate his seed into her depths - then got to her feet and chirped some command to the other two before bounding off into the jungle. Yellow followed closely but Green stayed behind, torn between her allegiance to the alphas of her pack and the promise of a proper mating from this apparently virile drake.

She stepped up to Cocamo and spun to expose herself, but just as he reached out to touch her a barking chirp came from beyond the treeline and she bolted away, leaving Cocamo alone, naked, and soaked from head to toe in allosaurus arousal.

And just like that, it was over quicker than it started. They got what they wanted from him and bolted, leaving him to do whatever he wanted while the pack moved on.

He did feel a little disappointed that he didn't get to play around with Green, but of the three she was the smallest and likely the one with the lowest hierarchy so she probably only got scraps and had no sway between the three of them.

Still, mating with two allosaurs in quick succession - with both of them eager for his seed and aggressive in their demands - was the sort of fantasy he would love to share with his mates back on the ship. He had no idea if they'd believe him, but he still had his memories and still smelled like in-season saurians as their fluids soaked into him and permeated his every breath. That was good enough for him.

After cleaning up, he gathered his tattered pants and rifle, then headed back to where he'd left his shirt and hunting knife before returning to the shore. There, he untied the skiff and paddled his way back to the ship.

He had no intention of having a shower, not as long as that lovely aroma clung to him, the scent of one sensual saurian!