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Roberta grunted as her body slammed into a tree, aged wood snapping under the weight of her body. She felt the claws of Sorna's Spinosaurus grip upon her flank, his arms powerful and tense as he attempted to mount her.
The Bull's attempts-however aggressive with instinctive fervor-were too much for Nublar's Queen.
His weight upon her caused Roberta to fall upon her side-and her suitor joined her in the tumble.
The ground quaked as King and Queen fell, trees snapping and panicked birds taking flight.
The air was knocked out of Roberta's lungs, and her crushing jaws snapped shut in an echoing crack in vexation. She felt the Spinosaurus' arms snake around her form, clawed fingers gripping her scales.
A crocodilian hiss escaped the Bull, emerald eyes rimmed red, saliva welling and frothing between his jaws. An arousal raged and throbbed between his legs, heated and potent.
Roberta was fighting him. The Bull could feel her powerful and bulky form struggle to break free of his grip, and rise. But the male was determined to simply not let go.
The Bull's jaws snapped, and Roberta bellowed in irritation, smaller, yet muscular arms struggling to grip onto the earth. Her head shook, her legs kicked and her tail trashed.
Yet she could still feel the Spinosaurus upon her back, arms gripping her tightly. He nipped upon her, shifting his hips in his attempts to breed his Queen.
Roberta snapped once more, neck craning and great legs moving in an attempt to rise. Another low roar in vexation escaped the Queen.
However, Roberta found that her roar became lodged in her throat, and her breath stilled as she felt a forceful piercing of her core, powerful legs tensing. She grunted as she felt her body being filled and spread, the heated pumping of his heart reigning within her.
The Bull released a breath of pleasure, hips bucking forward-again-again-and yet again, until he was fully sheathed into her heat.
Roberta groaned, belly swelling upon fully accepting her mate.
Her leg twitched, yet instinctively rose to submit.
A low rumble escaped Nublar's Queen as she felt the volcanic pulsing and throbbing deep within her core. She felt her King's fingers twitch and grasp along her scales, his breath hitching in his throat.
His hips bucked forward in a powerful roll, Roberta grunting as her body was rocked along the disturbed earth.
Her toes splayed and curled, back arching and tensing against the belly of her mate as the Bull began to shift his hips, and retract himself.
Roberta's chest heaved, neck twisting and crushing jaws agape to expel heated breath. Her amber eyes attempted to look upon her mate, though found that difficult. Rather, the Queen's thick neck bent downwards, circular pupils dilating in arousal as she saw the potent girth of her mate's heated sex splaying the soft flesh between her legs almost from thigh to thick and powerful thigh.
The Rex's golden eyes were locked upon the sight before her-however limited her sight by age.
The Spinosaurus gave a pleased hiss, and his hips rolled in a forceful buck.
Roberta released a strained grunt, followed by a low, soft bellow from her throat as she felt his girth once more claim her insides and heat her belly. Her eyes screwed shut, legs tensing and toes curling. Her small arms attempted to halt her body from bucking forward along the ground with his thrust.
That was one thing Roberta knew about her mate.
He was as feral and aggressive in battle as he was in breeding.
While his thrusts were not swift, they were slow and powerful.
Roberta once more felt her mate's heartbeat begin to move from her heat.
A quiet, almost sullen grumble shook from her throat upon feeling empty, and cold.
She felt the Bull's crocodilian jaws lightly nip and bite at her scared hide, felt his breath dance in heated puffs upon her battle weary skin.
The Queen shivered as his tongue glided along her skin, leaving a trail of glittering saliva in his wake.
Yes.
Her mate could be fierce, but he could also be gentle.
His taloned fingers gripped her hide harder, muscles tensing.
And then a sudden, feral and forceful ram of his hips into hers.
Roberta's eyes went wide, and her crushing jaws opened to unleash a bellow.
Her roar, however, became rippled and began to waver as another thrust rocked and pushed her body along the ground.
Then another.
Then another.
Then another.
The Bull's hips rolled in swift, relentless succession, flesh cracking against flesh, feminine fluid and his own coating their sexes and thighs in their joined union.
Roberta's jaws were agape in a silent roar, her body rocking to and fro to the motion of the male's gluttonous hips.
Her bulky head hit the ground, eyes screwed tight and breath ragged. The Queen was brushing her head against the roots of a tree they disturbed and uprooted in their previous pushing around.
But she did not care.
The only thing she felt was the fire between her thighs.
The building pleasure.
The rising pulses of her body coming to life.
Her own hips attempted to move and slam into his, greedy and hungry to keep him inside her.
The Queen's bellow echoed with new found strength as pleasure erupted from within, her body clamping upon her mate almost with enough force to match her jaws.
The Spinosaurus' breath hitched in his throat, and his maw opened, yet no sound came out. He felt her fluids spray and soak his thighs. He felt her body milk and massage his sex.
She was milking him with such fervor-their union almost became painful as he became locked between her thighs, his hips stilling.
His sex swelled and pulsed to her eager urging for him to release, saliva welling from his jaws as he fought against her body's begging.
It was a battle the Bull could not win.
A weak, strained hiss riveted from his throat, and his seed sprayed forth in volcanic rage, sex pulsing and swelling.
Twice.
Thrice.
Roberta grunted, and grumbled lowly upon feeling his heat flood her core, excess seeping between her thighs and rolling lazily onto the earth.
Roberta felt the male suck in air against her back, his grip like a vice upon her.
And then his muscles went lax, and his grip softened.
A pleased grumble slipped form his throat, and his head lazily moved to rest upon her shoulder.
The Queen rumbled quietly, her raised leg slowly lowering, and then relaxing.
She was too lazy to twist her neck to look at her mate.
She was too old for that.
Her body was too busy reveling in the aftershocks of mating.
The Queen of Nublar could accept this defeat in dominance, this time.
It would mean her sailed mate would underestimate her.
And he would not see her coming when her bulky form would ram into him.
Then she would overpower him.
And dominate.
That was one thing about their courtship.
Sometimes their courting was just the pair throwing their weight around and bullying each other into submission.
Mateship was not all cuddles and sharing food.
Mateship was a war.
And mating, the battle.