Deities & Dinosaurs Three Book Bundle (Dinosaur Erotica)

by Natasha Hunter

  He pulsed between her hands. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and soaked her wrists and streaked her arms. She shoved her face against the tip and wiggled her head from side to side, tasting his milky white fluid. She stuck her tongue between the fine, thin slit at the end of his cock and probed around while using her hands to massage him.

  He gave an inhuman groan before he shot his cum out all over her face, forcing her head back. She was covered in it, gobs of white gooey fluid coated her face, hair, and shoulders. It poured down her body, covering her completely.

  She pulled away laughing as he shape-shifted in front of her. "Never do that to me again!"

  He laughed as he straightened up and stretched, "I don't know, you seemed to like it."

  "Only because it was you!"

  "Mmmhmm. Somehow I don't believe that." He took her into his arms and wiped his hand across her face, cleaning it a bit, "Let's get you cleaned up then retrieve that amulet. That will give us a couple of hours still to play around down here...can't want to show you what else I can transform into. You seemed to like those tentacles from the black water..."

  Deities & Dinosaurs

  Ayomi's Affair

  Natasha Hunter

  copyright © 2014

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be copied or reproduced in any format without prior consent of the owner and publisher of this book.

  Ancient Egypt

  "You're not supposed to be here."

  Ayomi gasped as one of her brother's royal guards came up behind her. She tensed as she felt his hot breath against the side of her neck. "This is a dangerous place, Princess," he whispered.

  "Then why are you here?" she responded quietly. She took another step towards the wall of mist that separated the dreaming world from the realm of Gods.

  "To keep sleep-walkers like you safe," he replied as he slipped an arm around her waist, holding her in place. "Go back to your dreams."

  Ayomi writhed in his embrace, trying to break free of his hold. "I just want to have a look..." From beyond the mist, she could hear a cacophony of sounds: beasts, humans, and a delightfully strange music that called to her.

  "It is forbidden," he whispered sternly.

  The silhouette of a great winged creature flew in front of her, swirling the mist. Parts of it split, giving her a momentarily glimpse into the other side. Moonlight illuminated a great temple; fire-light flickered around the circumference in golden braziers. In the center, hauntingly beautiful women danced around several large beasts.

  "What are they?" she whispered to the guard.

  "They are a lifeform from long ago, made from the ashes of fallen gods before man walked the earth."

  Her eyes moved from the guard and looked out over the various giant beasts. Large dinosaurs, a mosaic of green and brown skin tones, large jagged teeth and ferocious, deafening roars. "I've never seen anything so...magnificent." She had heard the tales of them before, whispered between servants and slaves. Beasts so large they could blot out the sun, so fierce they could destroy an entire village in the matter of minutes, and so powerful that once a female ever mated with one, she'd never be satisfied with a mere mortal ever again.

  Beyond the misty veil, one of the smaller creatures pushed a dark haired girl from behind, forcing her to brace herself against a marbled column. He parted her legs and slithered his thick, serpentine tongue down the length of the girl's back, leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Ayomi could hear her moan out as the creature thrust it's tongue into the crease of her plump bottom. A mixture of shame and arousal heated Ayomi's cheeks as she watched the creature feast on the girl, its mouth opened wide over her backside. He flicked his wiry tale around and massaged her full breasts, grinding against her upturned, rosy nipples.

  "Does it excite you to watch?"

  "No!" she protested hotly.

  "I don't believe you." The guard slipped his hand down the front of Ayomi's tunica and cupped her smooth mound over the delicate fabric, his fingers massaging her wetness before she had a chance to protest. "Your secret is safe with me, Princess."

  Her breath caught. She pushed at his hand to no avail; he kept it firm against her pussy, wiggling his fingers against her clitoris beneath the sodden fabric. "You should stop," she said weakly. The sight of the creature claiming the girl was too much to bear, it aroused her to the center of her core. She could feel sweeping hot tingles pulsating beneath the guard's expert fingers, the rough friction eliciting a stifled moan.

  "I should," he agreed, without actually doing so.

  The mist parted again, allowing Ayomi to see the girl now being impaled by the dinosaur's long, slender cock. The girl wore a look of sublime pleasure as the smaller dinosaur pumped its cock in and out of her glistening wet pussy. Beside her, another girl sat on her knees beneath one of the beasts, using her hands and mouth to stimulate the strange creature, stroking its massive, pinkish brown cock with both of her hands. Her mouth stretched wide as her tongue writhed across the dinosaur's sensitive flesh. The creature's head jerked back as it screeched.

  The guard pulled the fabric of Ayomi's tunica up and slid his fingers between her legs, thrusting two thick digits into her slick entrance. He kept his thumb against her sensitive nub, caressing it with swift little circles while he impaled his fingers deeper into her wet depths. She could feel his mouth against the back of her neck, sucking as he fingered her hot little cunt. "You want something bigger in your pretty little cunny, M'lady? Want me to shove my big cock into you, hmm?"

  "Stop it," she protested feebly as she felt his hardness pressed intimately against her, rubbing against her ass cheeks. His fingers delved deeper and curled up, hitting that elusive spot within that brought her to the cusp of orgasm. Her panting matched the girls within the realm. One of them moaned out as she was covered in a torrent of beastly white cum; the liquid raining down on her shiny black hair and cascading down her shapely body. The other girl cried out as the beast pulled out of her and squirted ropes of pearly white cum across her taut stomach.

  Ayomi dropped her head back against the guard's shoulder as she trembled with her own orgasm. Her inner muscles pulsated and tightened around his fingers, clinching tightly.

  "M'lady?" The call of her handmaiden roused her from sleep.

  Ayomi blinked her eyes open with a start, still feeling the lingering sensations from the dream. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and her pussy still quivered from the aftershocks of orgasm. "Y-yes?"

  "Your brother requests an audience...there has been a most unfortunate accident. Hurry and I shall help you dress."

  Ancient Rome

  Egyptian Princess Ayomi quirked a thin brow as she slanted her kohl-rimmed gaze at Cloelia, her Roman sister-n-law.

  "I want to show you something," Cloelia smiled devilishly as she whispered to Ayomi. She curled her delicate, long fingers around Ayomi's and gave her hand a tug, pulling her down the torch-lit corridor.

  Cloelia's tone made Ayomi nervous. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" she asked as she followed after her friend.

  Lovely, polished, and high born; Cloelia was used to having her every whim sated, and would never take no for an answer. Ayomi didn't bother protesting. Instead, she dutifully followed after her friend.

  Ayomi admired her adventurous spirit. She was vastly different to the females she'd been raised with in Alexandria. Back home, she could scarcely trust anyone, always afraid that someone was plotting against her. Since the death of her mother, she had reason to believe she would be next. She confided her fears to her brother, Prince Nave, and together they plotted her engagement to Roman General Lucius Valerius Quinctius. Marrying the Roman would allow her to leave Egypt almost immediately.

  Though Lucius was away waging war on behalf of the Senate; the wedding took place with Lucius's younger cousin standing as proxy. Ayomi had settled into the Quinctius household surprisingly well. She fell under the protection of Cloelia, who had instantly adopted her as her 'forev
er sister'. A bond had formed almost immediately between the two, and they had become inseparable. She'd never enjoyed such closeness with another person, and hadn't realized how much she had missed out on until she had come to Rome to marry Cloelia's brother.

  "But first we should say goodbye to Mother." Cloelia said as she led the Princess into her Mother's chambers. Decima, Cloelia and Lucius's mother, sat perfectly still as two cosmetic slaves finished up with the final touches of her elaborate red wig.

  "Mother, you look divine! That cow Seviani will be quite jealous of you, I dare say." Cloelia released Aymoi's hand and approached her mother, giving her a near kiss on her cheek, careful not to touch her so as not to ruin her perfect, pale makeup.

  Decima chuckled, her blue eyes twinkling with mirth. "Cloelia, you have the mouth of a plebeian." The older woman checked her reflection in a hand held mirror, turning her head from side to side, admiring her hair. "But I hope that you are right," she said with a smirk.

  Cloelia giggled, "Oh Mother, you know it is true. And anyhow, my mouth is perfectly pleasing. Octavius says so." She wiggled her brows suggestively as she gyrated her hips, "Hopefully he will think so about the rest of me soon!"

  "You are a minx, Cloe. Stay away from Octavius until you are married, else he might get the wrong idea of you." Decima smiled indulgently to Ayomi, "You keep an eye on her tonight, please. I don't know if I can trust this one. Keep her out of trouble."

  Ayomi placed a hand to her heart. "I shall do my best, but I dare say it would be easier to cross the Rubicon on the back of a scorpion!" she said dramatically.

  "Oh Mother! Ayomi!" Cloelia laid her hands loosely against her hips and hooked her thumbs into the braided belt that held her tunica in place. "We will be fine. We are merely going to enjoy a nice, quite night. Perhaps I'll teach Ayomi how to play the aulos."

  Decima rose carefully and gave the girls a disbelieving look, "Mox will tell me everything, you know." She smiled as she lightly kissed each girl on the cheek. "I will be home in the morning." She then made her way outdoors and settled into her lectica. Four slaves lifted the sedan and carried her off into the crowded, cobble-stoned streets.

  Cloelia watched as her mother disappeared, then grinned devilishly, "Mox will do no such thing," she said to Ayomi matter-of-factly.

  "What are you up to, Cloe?" Ayomi asked apprehensively.

  "All in good time, my dear." Cloelia took Ayomi's hand and pulled her into the house. "Mox!" she yelled out.

  An older, large Germanic woman entered into the foyer, wiping her hands on a towel. "Yes, Missus?"

  "Mother is gone. So if you could take care of that thing I paid you a year's worth of wages to keep quiet..." she said in a higher pitched, almost musical voice.

  Mox chuckled, "I'll go now, Missus."

  Cloelia grinned, "Thank you. We will be in my Father's private entertaining chambers."

  Ayomi was still clueless. "I know you are up to something but I can't figure out what. And I feel it has little to do with the aulos. You don't even like your music lessons."

  "Come along and you shall see." Cloelia dismissed the rest of the house slaves before leading Ayomi towards the back of the house, a place where they were normally not permitted to be. As soon as she stepped through the forbidden door, she understood why. The walls were covered in paintings of people. Nude people, engaged in the most provocative of sexual acts.

  "Sweet Horus," Ayomi uttered under her breath as her dark gaze skimmed across a mural of several women forming an erotic circle. Her cheeks flamed as she realized there were at least nine of them lapping at each other's centers.

  "Positively wicked, isn't it?" Cloelia asked as she stood beside her, admiring the mural. "All those tongues and cunnys. Mmm."

  Ayomi gasped, "I didn't take you for Sapphic...."

  Cloelia giggled, "Oh, you're right. I prefer men. But I can appreciate how nice that must feel.

  Secretly, Ayomi could too.

  "So what are these chambers for?" the Egyptian princess asked.

  "It is where Father and Mother host their private parties."

  Ayomi studied a mural of three women pleasuring a male with their tongues. "I wonder who painted them?"

  "Probably someone invited to the parties?" Cloelia snickered. "No doubt he would have a lot of inspiration!"

  Ayomi shook her head while grinning, "You're a beast."

  "But a lovable one, yes?" She swung her hip to the side, bumping it against Ayomi's. "Look, this one fascinates me." She led her over to a mural of a red-headed woman with two men; one buried deep inside of her, the other with his cock pressing against her berry-stained red lips.

  The mural caused warm tingles low in her belly. "Two men? Why ever would you want such a thing?"

  "A better question is why not? If one cock is nice, shouldn't two be twice as nice?" Cloelia answered as she lifted her hand and traced her fingertip across the cock that was jutting into the woman's mouth.

  "You better not let Octavius hear you say that."

  "Hmm, but maybe he would enjoy it? I will ask him tomorrow." She winked. "He gets all flustered when I speak of such things."

  "Your poor fiance, how you torture him so."

  "But he likes it, I dare say."

  The pair wandered around the room, marveling over each erotic scene. Ayomi felt her pulse beat just a little bit faster and her skin flushed with heat. Sweat trickled down the back of her neck and moisture made the slit between her legs slippery as she walked. She was embarrassed by her reaction to the erotica, and said a little silent prayer to Isis that her friend wouldn't notice.

  Cloelia squealed as someone knocked at the door, "Oh, it is time!"

  "For what?" Ayomi asked, a hint of panic laced her voice. She was certain they weren't supposed to be in the chambers and wasn't too keen on getting caught in there.

  "I have a wedding gift for you!"

  "But my wedding was weeks ago..." she protested as the door was pushed open. Mox entered, followed by two nude men. "Cloelia? What are you up to?"

  Cloelia took Ayomi's hand and lead her to a cushioned bench. "Just a little treat." She pulled her down while motioning over the men.

  "Cloelia, no! I am a married woman, I cannot!" she exclaimed.

  "You can. And anyhow, your virginity will be intact for when dear ole brother comes home." Cloelia made a sweeping motion with her hand, indicating that the men should come closer. The pair neared the girls and stopped with their hands behind their backs. "That will be all, Mox. If you will stand guard?"

  The Prussian servant nodded before closing the door.

  "I don't understand what is happening...?" Ayomi gasped, thinking that she was to witness Cloelia and the two men, like in her favorite mural. "Cloelia, I cannot watch such a thing!"

  The Roman girl laughed. "You aren't going to watch me with them. I have hired them to lick our cunnys. That is all. They are gladiators." She said it with awe, as if they were Gods instead of slaves paid to fight for the amusement of the masses.

  "You jest." Her face flushed with embarrassment as desire pulsed between her thighs. The image of the stranger nestled between her legs made her moist and tingly.

  "I do not! I have paid handsomely for this! So please, sister dear, do enjoy it. They come highly recommended. Josina says they are well worth their price."

  Ayomi felt her blood racing. A part of her thought she should leave that very moment, but some other wicked part of her was too curious and wanted to stay. "I shouldn't be here," she weakly protested.

  "Oh stop being so Egyptian." Cloelia rolled her eyes. "For once in your life, do something for yourself and just enjoy the moment. When in Rome..." She grinned.

  Shame heightened the color upon her cheeks as she decided to stay. "Very well."

  "What are your names?" Cloelia asked.

  "Flavius," the one on the left responded. "Ontho, my lady." The other replied.

  Cloelia twirled her finger in the air, "Could you spin around please. I wou
ld like a better view of what I am paying for."

  The two, well-toned men pivoted slowly, showing off their nudity with pride. Ayomi couldn't look away if she wanted to. Her dark gaze drifted over Ontho's sleek body, admiring the way the flickering firelight highlighted the contours and curves of his physique.

  "Oh my! Look at his cock. It is the biggest one I've ever seen!" Cloelia beckoned Flavius to her with the curl of her finger. She parted her legs eagerly as Flavius knelt in front of her.

  "I'm not certain if..." whatever else Ayomi was going to say was forgotten as Ontho settled down at her feet. He lifted her foot and pulled her sandal off gently, then kissed the center of her arch. Her pussy clenched in response.

  His well-skilled hands kneaded her flesh, moving with expertise along her calves. He watched her face as he massaged her. "Relax," he commanded.

  "I'm trying," she whispered breathlessly as she stared at him. She admired the color of his eyes- startling blue, deep, endless.

  He moved his hands higher, roaming beneath her tunica. "You are lovely," he complimented as he gently pushed her legs apart. Pushing the fabric out of the way, he began to lick her inner thighs. His stubble tickled her delicate skin.

  Stifling a groan, she rolled her head to the side and bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep from being too loud. She watched as Flavius pulled Cloelia's dress down her torso, baring her perky breasts. He lapped at her rosy-pink nipples, causing Cloelia to moan. She could see his fingers massaging Cloe's center, glistening with her wetness. Flavius kissed his way down Cloelia's stomach and centered his mouth above her pussy.

  Ayomi returned her gaze to Ontho. He stared up at her, his piercing blue eyes swept down her body and settled onto her puffy, pink nether lips. A rush of pleasure coursed through her, making her light-headed as he teased the tip of his finger down the crease of her pussy, probing slightly to feel her wetness.

  She wasn't prepared for his quick assault. Suddenly her body felt like it could melt as Ontho delved his tongue between her folds. He wiggled it from top to bottom, flicking across her clitoris for brief second, teasing her without mercy. She groaned loudly as his tongue rolled in swift circles around her clit.