Knocked Up Dino Romp Read online

  Copyright 2014, Fiona Thompson

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  Warning! This is attended for adult audiences only. Who enjoy some dark fantasy in their pregnancy erotica and do not shy away from extreme themes. It is all in fun and is intended for entertainment purposes only.

  Under the care of the King Pterodactyl Alice has given birth to her triplet alien babies. She has sworn to be his forever to protect her lover and her three young daughters. Now Alice is to be his mate as the last female of his kind has long died out.

  As her pregnancy advances, Alice finds herself falling more and more under his strange spell. Will she find a way to escape with Stud, her alien lover? Or will she betray him for her new dinosaur mate?

  Chapter One: My future

  It’s a relief not to be pregnant anymore. It feels like the first time in years. But I know if the king pterodactyl has its way; I’ll be pregnant again soon. Who knows if I’ll even survive?

  But it’s the only thing giving my lover Stud a chance to survive. So I have no choice but to buy him and our daughters time.

  The king’s quarters are large and there’s a huge nest where he sleeps. I’m given this nest for myself as I heal and I’m allowed to breastfeed my babies here. They lay on me suckling my breasts.

  The more they drink, the larger my breasts become. Now so full and engorged, my skin is like elastic. Stretched to the max with deep stretch marks down the side. When the babies aren’t feeding, my breasts ache in pain. My overextended nipples ripe from all the sucking and moisture.

  When they are done, the babies fall asleep and I rub their heads. Studying their beautiful expressions, even if they are not human.

  After a while they take the babies away so I can rest. The pterodactyl king has had warm blankets made for me. They don’t cover all of me, but enough to keep me warm so I can get sleep. When I ask to see Stud, I am told the same thing over and over again.

  “Not yet. When you complete your end of the bargain.”

  But can I really? I’m too tired to question them and when I drift into sleep, I’m hit hard.

  In my dreams, I dream only of being pregnant. My tired, aching body is stretched beyond recognition. I am used not for my sexiness like when I was back on Earth. But as a vessel to create life. It is like a parasite has invaded my body. It feels like punishment for always being such a whore.

  Now a beast is going to use my body and I am helpless to resist. And I can’t help but be a little turned on by it. Why do I find being objectified so sinfully erotic?

  I startle awake, aware my nipples are throbbing. It’s been too long since the triplets have fed. The king pterodactyl is asleep in the nest with me. I am laying against its fleshy belly and its razor sharp tail gathers around me like a warm blanket and a seat belt. I can’t go anywhere he doesn’t want me to go.

  Afraid at first, I lay my head back. It rises and falls with each breath the dinosaur takes. I can hear his heartbeat. Gingerly, because I’m afraid, I touch his tail. I stroke his scales. It’s softer than I imagine. Something about it is large. Comforting. Warm.

  It’s muscles tense around me. I think maybe it likes being stroked.

  So I continue. Work my fingers up toward its back. There are small hairs covering it’s skin I never noticed before. They stand on end when I stroke him.

  The pterodactyl king’s eye opens and he peers at me. “Not yet.” The voice says in my head. “You still need to heal.”

  That wasn’t what I was doing. But I lay my head back on him an close my eyes. I can’t help but smile. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was trying to push his buttons. Maybe I already was looking for an incredible fuck. A new type of orgasm. But what of Stud? I said I loved him. So why didn’t I care about him more?

  ****

  I’m able to walk again and they allow me some freedom in the cave. But, an escort of two pterodactyls are always with me. They follow me down the halls and when it’s time to bathe, they watch my every move.

  Deep in the twisting caverns is a hot springs. It should make me uneasy to get completely naked in front of giant reptiles, but after being probed and pregnant twice, I am less modest. I am able to lower myself into the bath and enjoy it for what it is.

  Bliss.

  Hot water. Soothing ripples against my skin. I pour water over my head and lean it back, resting it against the rocks.

  I sigh, happy to be where I am. My body isn’t in pain. Slowly my skin is going back to normal. But I miss Stud and our babies when they are gone. I wish to see them.

  I startle as a wing strokes against my breasts. My eyes shutter open and I see both my guards around me, rubbing something on me.

  “It is time for your cleanse.”

  “You are to be purified. You will be our masters and no one elses.”

  It seems it wasn’t just a simple bath like I thought. The king pterodactyl was up to no good. Lulling me into a false sense of security and now what was going to happen to me?

  Now what.

  ****

  A grand feast is called in my honor. King pterodactyl has a dress of moss and loose vines made for me. It covers up my ample bosom and the vines cling to my hips. It separates at the thigh revealing my curvy, muscular legs.

  I wear a crown of dried flowers.

  A buffet of food is laid out for everyone. Fruits, nuts and delicate meats. I don’t even want to ask what they might be. But I eat. I feast because I’m starving. Nursing 3 growing aliens full time keeps my milk supply up. I need calories and the food, despite my reservations, tastes amazing.

  The cavern halls were filled with more pterodactyls than I ever wished to see. They are every size and an array of colors. Blue, green, yellow. Some are less respected than others. The colors seem to symbolize their standing in their reptile society.

  The blue ones are the highest respected and the king, the one I am to mate with, is the deepest blue there is.

  No one talks to me directly and I am not allowed to mingle with the guests. I lay in the nest, a colar around my neck. There’s a metal chain that goes from me to the claw of my king. It is clear I am not respected. I am nothing but a pet he plans to breed with.

  I should be horrified, but somehow I feel safe. I know he won’t let anything happen to me.

  The others bring me gifts. Lotions, food, even a few gold bars. But hardly anyone looks at me. It is like they are paying tribute to their king, through me.

  I eat more than I should and when everyone starts leaving, I know this is it.

  This is the night it will happen.

  The king pterodactyl will take me by force, or consent, and my womb will be the new home to a baby dinosaur.

  Chapter Two: Sex with a dinosaur

  I’m terrified, but I have made a decision.

  There is only one to make. Instead of fighting the king, I will submit. As many times as necessary. No matter how badly it hurts or grotesque it might be, I will lay with him and accept him inside of me.

  I’m afraid of how horrible, how painful, it would be if I was taken by force. This is the only way to make it easier on myself.

  I made a deal with him and now I need to honor it. For Stud and our daughters.

  But that doesn’t help my fear. My heart is palpating all over the place.

  If anyone notices, they make no mention of it.

  They guide me as far back into the cavern as I’ve ever gone. At the end of the long cavern is a nest. Bigger than the one I’m accustom to.

  The dinosaurs wait for me to crawl in. My skin shivers as I see the cuffs and chains. They are long enough that I’ll be able to move, but won’t be able to get away.

  My wrists clamp into the metal and then I hear the king pterodactyl’s voice in my h
ead. “For insurance.”

  The others leave the room. My heart pounds the king flaps his wings and perches into the nest. My body slithers, like it’ll get away, but it won’t. I am between his legs.

  I don’t say anything but can’t catch my breath. He nuzzles my dress with his beak to gather the fabric away from my legs and hips. Beneath it I’m not wearing panties. I’m commando. The King takes a deep breath, taking in my scent. Embarrassed, I turn my head. My cheeks a flame.

  “Ahh,” says his voice, “you are ripe for the taking. But first….”

  I shudder as his beak massages between my legs, slipping just past my lips. I tense and grab the edges of the nest. My butt clenches and I turned my face away, cringing in fear.

  “Relax.” His voice whispers and edges me on.

  Something sticky leaves his beak and sticks in my vagina. It radiates with heat. Burning. My mouth parts and I moan. It’s getting so hot I can barely handle it.

  “It will stretch you. Made for easier penetration. Breathe, Alice.”

  The way he said my voice does relax me. There’s a tremor. A loving, soft quality to his voice.

  I open my eyes and they lock with his. They are calm. He might be an animal but there is almost a human quality to them that I can’t begin to even understand.

  My tongue strokes my lips for a brief moment. “I’m ready.”

  He nods his head. He gets it, understand. The king moves closer to me. His massive chest and neck are against my skin. His scales are rough, but there’s a softness to the way they glide against my body.

  I swing my arms over his neck and my legs fall open. Allowing the dinosaur to purch closer. My head is pounding. Adraline is flowing and I can barely think as I feel his dino dick stroking against my pussy.

  I close my eyes again as it slowly slips between the folds.

  “Keep them open.” The king commands me like I am some type of servant. Like one of his people. “I must see you Alice.”

  Afraid of upsetting him. I open them and he slides in further. Slipping deeper inside me. My mouth falls open and my eyes can’t look away from his. There’s something hypnotic and tranquil about them. It can’t be denied. And I can’t deny him in any way.

  He still isn’t all the way inside. But I can feel his cock moving in me. Deeper with each thrust. My insides tremor. My hips ache. I feel like I am going to snap in two.

  I lean my head back and I moan. Aching for breath. So far there is no pleasure thanks to the widgth and the depth of his member. There’s only pain.

  “Put her feet on my back wings. Purch. It will help.”

  I don’t know how he knows that or if I can even move, but I try. Doing it pushes my ass out of the nest so I am nearly suspended in midair. When I do so, my pussy accepts the full length of his cock.

  The king lifts his head up high, his beak trembles, and he lets out a low rumbling squack. It’s pleasure.

  It turns me on. Heat returns to my face and my quaking pussy. The ridges on the end of his dick massage my lips. My clit. And turns me on. Relaxes me so I can feel everything he’s doing. Right beneath his skin, his dick is pounding me. Gliding into places it has no places being as it passes my cervix and heads right toward my womb.

  I clench my ass and moan, driving my hips up to him. I don’t know how long I can keep it up. The sensation is so over powering, I want to bite him. Show him pain. Beg him for more.

  My hands fall to what would be a person’s shoulders, but are the rounded edges of his wings. I grip them and my eyes drown in his. “You better go faster if you want to get me swollen with a baby pterodactyl.”

  His eyes dilate. I get what I asked for and it drives me to madness. Insanity. My head rolls back and his wings caress me, hold me so I won’t fall out of the nest. The pain and pleasure come in waves so close together there is no break. No time to catch my breath.

  My heart is doing things it has never done before. And my body is in exctacy. It doesn’t know if it loves it, or hates it, but it’s a wild ride. I cling to him for dear life.

  Orgasm comes hard and fast for me. I lose count of how many times my body twitches and the spasams that over take me.

  “God.” I mutter. The king keeps going and going. His scales are hot against me. There’s a small trail of sweat on his giant beak. He’s going for broke and all I can do is endure it. Enjoy it for what it is.

  Everything in him clenches. His cock fills me so thoroughly I scream and then it happens. He goes wild like an exploding rocket in my pussy. Gobs of semen shoot directly into my womb.

  His head tilts back into the air. The beak opens, and a loud, guttural scream escapes. The other pterodactyls in other caverns all squeak and scream in response.

  Almost like they are all celebrating.

  Like I’m already pregnant. I just hope I can survive.

  Chapter Three: Knocked up and Horny

  It doesn’t take long for my body to swell and the expansion is anything but easy. What I felt on the alien ship when expanding with multiple babies was a cake walk compared to being pregnant with one pterodactyl.

  Three days after being knocked up by a pterodactyl my breasts ached and I had grown a small hooch in my belly. Nothing huge, but the king warned me that pterodactyl pregnancies were short and in a month’s time I would probably give birth.

  Ready for round two.

  By five days after the fact, my breasts were swollen and tender to the touch. My belly was visabl rounder, even when laying down.

  And a week later, I was so hungry, I ate all the time. Mostly meat with the occasional craving for vegetables. The meat was raw and juicy. A year ago it would have disgusted me, but now just thinking of it made me salivate.

  Being swollen with the king’s spawn, I was given some luxuries. I was free to walk around the caverns, bathe when I wanted. And once every few mornings I went for a walk through the trees thanks to my pterodactyl guards.

  They gave me a flimsy dress to wear. Purple and sheer, it barely supports my heavy breasts. Big before thanks to the breastfeeding of my triplet aliens, but now they are even larger. Like half melons and so full of milk, it aches to breath.

  The dress split after them and fell open to the side, allowing my rounded belly to go free—and it was exposed. Large and inflated like a giant, glistening ball. The pterodactyl inside of me was learning to move. It kicks my ribs and pushes against my abdomen wall.

  Two weeks pregnant and the beast inside of me is so strong, I call out in pain.

  But the walks are nice, and a good distraction from what I am about to go through. I try not to think about laboring such a beast from my body. Instead, I eat berries and track small animals. I have grown accustomed to picking my next meal.

  The pterodactyls are happy to slaughter anything I want.

  As it grows late, I squat down low and drink from a stream. A sharp pain makes me cradle my belly. I caress it, feeling the skin changing and stretching in my hands. Pregnancy was supposed to be a miracle, but for me I’m beginning to think it’s a curse.

  I teeter back up to my feet, grabbing onto a tree to help me. My guards just watch me and then lower their heads to the ground. I know the king is calling them because my nipples tremble and twitch. My pussy grows wetter just when my mind shifts to him.

  When the king is ready for me, my body always knows it. Maybe it’s the monster in my womb, or maybe it’s something else. Whatever it is, I let them hurry me back to the cave.

  If I don’t get to lay with my king soon, I might have to pleasure myself. Something the king forbids.

  ****

  My feet perch high up on the cavern rocks. My toes grip as tight as they can. The king and I move in time. My hips grind against him as he slowly fucks me. I caress his head, down his long neck, and keep him as close to me as possible.

  I moan, rolling my face against his scales. His wings scoop beneath my back, gathering me up like I’m nothing but a doll, squishing me against him.

  The orgasm comes.
Slow and controlled.

  I realize we’re not fucking. We’re making love. The realization rolls off of me. I don’t know how it’s possible. He’s an animal. He can’t love me. But I am relaxed like I am comfortable with him. I trust his eyes, his mercy.

  And when we come together, I’m filled with love. I lust for him because of what he can do to me. But I love him for his gentle nature.

  When it’s done, I am out of breath. My growing pterodactyl belly, bobbing up and down as I struggle to calm my heart. The king sweeps his beak lovingly across my cheek. Slowly he lowers me back into our nest.

  I moan with sleep and rub my belly. My back arches and I feel stretched from the inside out. My belly’s warm flesh jets out from everywhere as the sharp wings inside me push against me. I cringe in pain and a scream rolls off my tongue.

  “I know Alice, my love. It feels like it will destroy you. But it won’t. You are protected from its fangs and claws.”

  “Someone should tell him that.” I said and watch as the king sweeps his wings across my growing belly. It’s like a basketball jetting out from my middle. A basketball that keeps moving, growing.

  But the king is kind. Sweet, the way he strokes it. He leans down and strokes it with his face. It’s as close to a kiss as he can get. He loves the child and extension me.

  It’s hard to ignore the pang in my heart. I stroke the top of his head. He glances up and we are nose to beak. If I could find a way to kiss him, I would.

  “I will get you our special drink. You can use the nourishment.”

  “Thank you.” I say and watch after him when he goes. I cradle my belly when he goes painfully aware it’s getting harder to put my arms around it.

  Chapter Four: Feast

  Twenty days pregnant and my body has expanded in ways I never thought possible even in my worst nightmares.

  I am more belly now than woman. When I can get through the pain and manage to walk around the cave, it leads me around. My chest is thrust forward, and I almost teeter back. My lower back hurts so bad, it brings me to tears.