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HOT DINO GIRLS 2 PREVIEW

Paul Lucas

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This is NOT a complete story. This is a three-chapter PREVIEW of the fantasy erotica ebook HOT DINO GIRLS 2. I already put up a preview of the first and third book, so I figured I should just go ahead and complete the set, as it were. If you're interested in the complete book, check it out on Amazon and Smashwords!

Amazon Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/Hot-Dino-Girls-Paul-Lucas-ebook/dp/B0190MWXYE

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THE STORY

On an alternate Earth populated by human-dinosaur hybrids, normal human Mike Ardavan works as handyman and herdmaster at Niska's Bed and Breakfast Inn. He shares his life and bed with two curvy Apotosaur women twice his size, the mature and earthy Niska as well as her young and eager assistant Lorika.

Trouble looms as Anaika, a Triceratops hybrid, joins on as the Inn's new cook. Lorika experiences unfamiliar jealousy and resentment toward the newcomer, until a stunning revelation changes everything and leads to unexpected danger.

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CHAPTER 1

The seven-and-a-half-foot dinosaur hybrid smiled as she bent down, hands on knees. "Are you ready, Mr. Nakamura?"

The older human's jaw hung open as his eyes drilled directly into the deep valley of the Saurian's green-yellow cleavage, barely kept from spilling out by her low-cut homespun shift. His wife beside him swore crossly in Japanese and smacked him hard on the shoulder. He sheepishly tore his eyes away. "Y-yes, I am ready. Thank you, Ms. Lorika."

It took Lorika a moment to process his words. English was not a native language for either of them, and she and the Nakamuras spoke it with wildly different accents. It had taken most of the couple's four-day stay for Lorika to fully understand them without excessive repetition.

Nineteen-year-old Lorika's hybrid race was patterned after the dinosaur species Apatosaurus. Her genetic make-up was over ninety-nine percent human, but with select features of the dinosaur grafted on for various purposes.

The young woman sported a long neck and a blunt angular head with a small snout. Her facial features proved very human-like and expressive, centered on large, very intelligent green eyes. Three fingered hands terminated her arms and a long, sinuous tail sprouted from just above her backside.

She towered above both humans by some two feet and weighed three hundred pounds. Her form sported very feminine curves for all her size, with full breasts and wide, muscular hips and legs.

Lorika turned around and squatted down. She leaned to her rear and Mr. Nakamura climbed tentatively onto her broad back. She looped his legs into her arms and lifted him up piggyback-style, being careful of his bandaged foot. His arms hung loosely over her shoulders on either side of her long neck.

"Watch where you put your hands, you old pervert," Mrs. Nakamura snapped in english. From her tone she meant it as much as a warning for Lorika as an admonition for her husband.

"I do not want to put my arms around her throat and strangle the young woman," the human male said. "Of course I could hold on to her front at a lower point..."

Mrs. Nakamura smacked him in the thigh and crossed her arms in a huff.

"If we're all ready then?" Lorika said diplomatically. The older couple nodded. She carried Mr. Nakamura out of the room, with his wife following close behind.

"You are so strong!" the human woman said with admiration. "And you have already done so much, carrying all our bags down as well. Are you sure my husband is not a burden?"

"Not at all, Mrs. Nakamura. My breed was originally created by the Makers of Form to be laborers. I could handle much heavier loads if need be. In fact, I used to be carried around like this by my mother when I was little." She ducked her head down. "Not that I mean to imply you were a child, Mr. Nakamura."

"Ah, if only I was," he mused. "I would not be having such a severe attack of my arthritis."

"Does this happen often?"

"Often enough. But this time is my own fault. We went for too many walks in the amazing forests around your inn, and when the air turned cold this morning, my ankle vigorously voiced its protests."

"Stubborn old lizard," Mrs. Nakamura said. "I said you should have rested more."

"And miss walking on an alien world with the bride I married all those years ago? The woods were beautiful, but not as lovely as her."

Mrs. Nakamura kept her expression immobile. "S-stubborn old lizard," she repeated, but in a significantly softer voice.

The trio made their way through the curving stone-lined corridor. Niska's Bed and Breakfast Inn had originally been built as a lighthouse over a millennium ago, a circular stone tower that reached up over two hundred feet on a cliff face overlooking the ocean. They descended the curving ramp leading to the ground floor, and then out into the open where a hovercraft waited to return the Nakamuras to the human Crossworlds base.

Beside the large vehicle stood Mike and Niska, talking to the hovercraft driver Miranda. Niska was an Apatosaur hybrid like Lorika, but half a foot taller and much bustier.

Mike was the Inn's only resident male, and consequently the alpha male of their small three-person herd. Niska and Lorika were both his sexual partners. It did not bother either Saurian woman that he was a human from a parallel Earth, or significantly smaller than either at only five foot ten. He worked diligently to make sure their small group was prosperous and safe, and to a Saurian female that mattered more than anything. The fact that their 'herdmaster' worked equally hard at satisfying them both sexually did not hurt, either.

Lorika settled Mr. Nakamura into the passenger seat. His wife took the young woman aside for a moment. "I want to thank you, Miss Lorika, for being so helpful to us during our stay. And to apologize for my husband's leering."

The Apatosaur hybrid blinked. "He was leering?"

Mrs. Nakamura sighed. "To be young again. But I want to thank you properly. I know it is the American custom to give a tip, so..." She reached into her purse and pulled out a handful of human currency.

Lorika held up her hands. "Oh, no, Mrs. Nakamura. It is my herdmaster who is American, not me. And even so, I can't take your money. I helped because I wanted to. I don't need extra money to be kind or to do a good job."

For the first time during her entire stay, Mrs. Nakamura cracked a genuine smile. She put away the money and gently patted the Saurian's hand. "You would make a good Japanese girl."

Lorika had no idea what to make of that, but thanked the older woman anyway.

"What do you think she meant?" Lorika asked Mike ten minutes later. They stood beside Niska as the three of them waved good-bye to the departing hovercraft and its passengers.

"Maybe that you would look sexy in a schoolgirl outfit?" He laughed. "Truthfully I really don't know enough about Japan to make a real guess."

"A schoolgirl outfit?" Lorika rolled the odd phrase around on her lips. She didn't know what that was, but if Mike found it sexy, it might be worth looking up.

Niska stretched and whooshed out a breath in relief as the distant vehicle disappeared around a bend in the dusty road. "We don't have any more guests coming until later in the week. Looks like we might be able to relax a little."

"I'm be looking forward to it," Mike said. "Things have been hectic ever since I signed on here."

"But in a good way," the mature Apatosaur said. "Oh, by the way, I also have a surprise coming in a few days."

"What kind of surprise, Nana?" Lorika asked.

Niska winked. "You'll see."

CHAPTER 2

In the late 1970s, the United States tested an esoteric theory about the creation of kugelblitzes. A kugelblitz is a black hole created solely by concentrating vast amounts of energy into a single tiny pinpoint. Using carefully customized and synchronized atomic weapons in an underground test, the scientists sought to create a short-lived black hole that would, in theory, evaporate away within milliseconds.

Instead, in the crater of ground zero in the smoking aftermath, floated a strange mirrored globe ten feet wide.

It took the scientists many days of panic, tests, arguing, scanning, and recalibrating sixty years' worth of quantum theory to realize that they had accidentally created a stable wormhole. One, they soon learned, that led to a parallel Earth in another dimension.

Later that year, the experiment was repeated, with similar results. Another wormhole, and another alternate world opened up to humanity. Then another and another, as the United States, and later its allies and its rivals, refined the techniques for accessing these other realities.

The near-identical copies of modern day Earth as imagined in science fiction never materialized, however. These new worlds, while still recognizably Earth, had radically different histories from the one humanity experienced, some diverging thousands or even millions of years ago.

One had boasted a completely new orders of life such as shapeshifters and dragons. One had never developed multicellular life and featured barren continents surrounded by thick, goopy oceans. Yet another was a glacier-choked wasteland, the victim of an ice age that never ended.

By the turn of the millennium, the existence of these parallel worlds was finally declassified to the public at large. The leading nations had by then learned to create wormhole portals with particle accelerators instead of messy nuclear weapons, and many countries leased the technology to create portals of their own.

One of the earliest alternate Earths discovered did have humans living on it... once. In this reality's version of history, an ancient civilization called the Makers of Form had discovered the principles of genetic engineering and biotechnology thousands of years earlier than modern Earth. They had also discovered the many extinct life forms such as dinosaurs and megafauna, and had recreated them over large swathes of both the Eastern and Western Hemispheres. The Makers had even created several sub-races of human-dinosaur hybrids that had survived their apocalyptic Plague War a thousand years before. The Makers of Form themselves had not been so lucky.

This Earth of genetically-engineered Saurian people was considered one of the most potentially profitable and several portals were opened up to it. Some of the Saurians, also profit-minded, created businesses to take advantage of the influx of these strange new humans.

One of these was Niska's Bed and Breakfast Inn.

CHAPTER 3

Lorika grinned broadly as she twirled around, showing off her white blouse, navy-style collar, and knee-length pleated skirt. "What do you think, herdmaster?"

Mike gaped. "You actually made a japanese schoolgirl outfit? In just a few days?"

"It was pretty straightforward, once I saw pictures in that anime you showed me on your computer. We already had a lot of extra cloth from the trading caravan that came through last month. I don't think the materials are quite right. I also had to use tie-off socks since we don't have stretchy human materials. But I think I got the general look of it pretty close. The only really hard part was getting the cut of this folded-over collar right."

Mike whistled low. "You did an amazing job. But I'm glad you didn't wear that around the Nakamuras. Mrs. Nakamura would have beaten her husband half to death for just looking in your direction."

She giggled as she adjusted her blouse. "So you do think its sexy?"

"A lot." The human shifted up to her side, patting her round scaly rear through the fabric of her skirt. "Makes me want to show you off to every male in a fifty-mile radius, just to make them jealous."

She pushed her buns back into his hand. "If that's what my herdmaster wants..."

"As long as they only look. You're MY breeding female."

Lorika suppressed a warm sensual shiver. If he only knew how sexy he was saying territorial things like that.

Mike's hand slipped under her pleated skirt and up her smooth scaly leg. Her scales did not feel rough at all, but much more like very soft, well-worn leather with a fine bumpy texture. She murfled pleasantly when his warm fingers found her naked rump.

"No panties?" he asked.

"Are they supposed to be part of the uniform?"

"I would assume. But I'm not complaining."

She smirked. "I don't think you've noticed, but I have not been wearing underwear of any kind over the last few days..."

Her fanny was rewarded with a sudden sharp swat. "Naughty girl."

Lorika's whole body flushed warmly. If his dominant words could make her randy, then aggressive gestures like spanking practically made her swoon.

She was paying so much attention to his hands that she lost track of what her long tail was doing. It inadvertently hit the leg of a nearby table, sending a porcelain plate over the edge to shatter on the stone floor.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" She instantly turned around and bent down to clean the mess.

She gathered the shards of the plate in her hands as Mike deliberately flipped up her skirt and lifted her tail. His fingers shifted down over her yellow-green moons to tickle over her exposed slit.

The porcelain fragments fell back to the floor as she clutched at the table's edge, arching her back to offer up all she could to her human herdmaster. His fingertips playfully teased over every crevice and bump of her soft vaginal lips, making her shiver.

The human leaned over, whispering by her ear ridge. "Do you remember your safe word?" he asked.

She nodded.

He gave her ass a resounding swat. "Do you want to say it?"

The Apatosaur curled her long tail conspicuously over her back and pushed her big emerald rear up higher, silently begging for more.

To her surprise, another spank did not follow immediately. The human's heated tongue settled along her crevice instead. It lapped up the full length of her slit, from the her clitoral hood to the small line of crinkled skin along her perineum. Her whole body shuddered as small droplets of her lubrication trickled slowly down her muscular thighs.

He dipped his tongue into her turgid depths. It was only then that he slapped at her ass again, making the soft flesh undulate like a drum. The young Apatosaur whimpered loudly.

Mike was on his third slap when Niska poked her head into the doorway of the dining room. "Is everything okay? I heard a crash and... oh!"

The herd matron surveyed the scene and walked confidently into the room. Mike pulled away from Lorika's pussy and wiped his lips of salty juices, nodding at his alpha breeding female.

At forty years old, Niska's body may not have been as sleek as Lorika's, but she boasted a much fuller figure, including expansive hips, a generous rear, and an adorably plump little belly. Her scales were darker green than Lorika's, with a lighter emerald hue on her torso compared to Lorika's golden ventral tint.

Lorika's breasts, if the young Apatosaur had been the same height as a human, would be more or less average. It was only her proportionally larger bulk as a Saurian that made her chest seem large to Mike.

But even if Niska's mature body had been the size as a human's, her chest would still be epically huge, filling out a triple-D bra at least. Her eight-foot height as a Saurian, however, made her mounds seem truly gigantic.

The mature Apatosaur wore a much more standard Saurian outfit, sandals and a single-piece shift similar in style to a knee-length roman toga. She walked over to Lorika and stroked down the younger woman's back, admiring the schoolgirl costume. "Is this what you've been sewing these past few days?"

Lorika still held her submissive bent-over posture as she looked back over her shoulder. "Do you like it, Nana?"

"Its adorable. You wore it just to tease Mike?"

Lorika nodded. "I like to please our herdmaster."

"Yet she broke a plate." Mike gave the younger woman's upturned rump a resounding slap even as he winked at Niska. "A very naughty girl."

Niska smiled broadly, catching on to the game. "Oh, is that right?" She lay a big hand on Lorika's nearest ass cheek, feeling it tremble under her fingers. Then she hauled back and delivered a solid open-hand blow. Lorika mewled in pain and pleasure.

Mike and Niska took turns spanking the young woman, whose rear became redder and redder with each stinging impact. The male and the older female removed their own clothing bit by bit, at times sharing a passionate kiss between blows. Niska yummed at the pungent taste of Lorika's sex on the male's lips.

"Now you've made another mess," the now-naked Niska said to Lorika.

"I--I did?" the young woman asked.

Niska sat on the table directly in front of Lorika. She revealed a tight pussy slit between her spread thighs, glistening with growing wetness. "Look at how sloppy you've made me. I think you should clean that up right away."

Lorika nodded eagerly. She stropped the exposed pussy with her long and agile tongue. The herd matron moaned feverishly. At first the young Apatosaur meandered languidly around her sex, teasing and kissing, then plunged a long tongue as deep into that pussy as far it could go. The tip of her stubby snout bumped gently against Niska's stiff clitoris.

Mike meanwhile watched from Lorika's rear, gently fingering the younger woman's quim the whole time. With one last spank, he pushed her ass down and lined his straining cock up with her swollen cunt. He drilled deep into her in one long steady stroke until his hips slapped up against her sleek scaly bottom.

Lorika momentarily stopped her licking of Niska's pussy to moan out loudly at the penetration. Her agile vaginal walls squeezed tight at the exquisite male intruder. It had been over three months since she had lost her virginity to Mike, and they had experimented with all sorts of sexual play since. But nothing, not fingers nor tongue nor toys, could compare to the sheer intense bliss of her herdmaster's warm cock sliding into her.

Mike began pumping in and out. Gently at first, then with ever-increasing speed and roughness. Heated electricity sparkled everywhere in Lorika's body every time he bottomed out in her. The young woman licked Lustily again at Niska' snatch, wanting her Nana to feel every bit as rapturous as she was.

After many minutes, Mike's relentless pounding of her pussy pushed her over the edge. She orgasmed fiercely, jamming her tongue down over Niska' clitoris even as she cried out, her whole scaly body going rigid with pleasure. Her snug walls spasmed like mad on her herdmaster's machining tool.

That in turn triggered Mike's own climax. He growled and jammed himself in as far as he could one last time, painting over her snug Saurian pussy with heavy blasts of his sticky human seed.

Niska held Lorika's head steady with one hand, wanting the younger female to keep her mouth where it was, as she slipped fingers on either side of her tongue-swaddled clitoris. With a dozen quick, steady strokes vibrating her nubbin on Lorika's hot tongue, she orgasmed as well, crying out louder than either of her partners as her hips convulsed again and again.

They were breathlessly recovering when a voice called from a few rooms away. "Hello? Is anyone here? Its Anaika. I'm with Jirollo and Pirollo. Hello?"

Niska stood up abruptly, grabbing for her clothes. "Oh shit, Anaika!" the older woman whispered. She called out to the other room. "Just a moment! We're, ah... I'll be right..."

It was too late. They all turned to see a plump Triceratops hybrid framed in the room's open doorway, sporting orange-brown striped scales. She wore a homespun travel shawl over a light shift. Her eyes widened and her cheeks blushed brightly as she saw Niska was only half dressed. Lorika was still bent over as Mike pulled out, his white sperm dribbling down her green legs.

From one side of the door frame popped in two more angular reptilian heads, sleek and elongated as typical of raptor hybrids. Their scales were both colored a mottled tan. Toothy grins highlighted their features as they started snickering.

"Heh, s-sorry," the Triceratops woman said hastily. "We'll just wait in the other room. Don't rush on our account."

She slipped back down the corridor. After a moment, the two leering raptors were yanked forcefully away from the doorway as well.

Niska finished pulling on her shift with a bemused chuckle. "Guess our new cook got here a day early."

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END OF PREVIEW

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