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Chris stirs in the warm summer morning, finding himself sore, but somewhat confused, in the first early grogginess of wakefulness. He slips off of the couch, pulling up his pants and buttoning them. Through bleary eyes, he takes stock of his surroundings and sighs when he sees the destruction of the cabin around him.

“My boss is gonna kill me,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. But then, that’s when the memories flood back to him. He’s at his boss’s cabin. That means the events of last night actually happened. The scratches, the disheveled furniture, the sticky mess on his cock are all evidence that the craziness of meeting that… dinosaur princess, all of it happened.

Yet, he’s alone.

“Túzh?ní,” he calls her name while he shuffles through the cabin.

No one responds.

“Huh… so much for being mated for life,” he says, shrugging. It was quite an adventure so far, but maybe he can get himself back to some kind of ‘normal.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and laments at the fact that it’s dead. “Well, let’s see if the boss has anything I can use around here.”

A can of beans and a spoon later, Chris has himself a little pick-me-up while he turns on the old television.

As the signal hums to life, the voice on the news is stern, firm, and quick,

“-and again, the White House has made a comment that they are doing what they can to figure out the origin of the invading threat. The mysterious craft have yet to take any hostile action, yet they are dramatically increasing in number and-”

Chris drops his meal, spilling beans on the floor. He falls to his knees, grabbing his head and shuddering, feeling the scant contents of his stomach churning.

With their fleshy, pulsating exteriors, the ships seemed like more of the same kinds of vessels that Túzh?ní had used, yet they appear much larger, and much more numerous. Are these the enemies she was talking about before? The ones looking for her?

But now she’s gone.

A loud thump knocks him back to the present. He cranes his neck, seeking to listen for any other sound to indicate the Princess’s return, but there’s silence.

“Túzh?ní…?”

He picks himself up, creeping out to the old cabin and peeking his head out. He hisses her name once more, only to feel something heavy crash down onto his shoulders, knocking him to the dirt.

“Skraaaa! You Lemurian weakling!” comes the cawing voice from above him. From the corner of his eye, he can make the pterodactyl-like figure hunched over him with narrowed eyes, sharp teeth, long beak, and, well, lovely tits. “How dare you try to capture the Princess with such unsubtle tactics! I…” she pauses, her nostrils flaring. She climbs off of him, rolling him over with her foot, planting the taloned thing against his chest. She leans in again, sniffing, moving down his body to his pants. “Wait… is this…?” she snarls, turning her head towards him. “You’ve sullied the Princess? Surely, it is a trick. No one as weak as you could defeat her in a proper duel!”

“A duel? Yes! That’s what happened! I won her in a duel.” He says, faking confidence against this towering creature. “I beat her, fair and square. Now, who are you?”

She snarls, lifting her foot off of him, stepping back a few paces and snapping. “No. Impossible! You must have deceived her! I will prove that you are nothing! Duel me, you alien!”

The alien dinosaur snorts and stomps, and Chris can’t help but notice the trickle of shit, like a bird, squirting out of her.

He scrambles up to his feet, hunching over, knowing that in fight-or-flight, a pterodactyl would have the advantage in the “flight.” “Okay, fine. I’ll duel you!” He takes a deep breath, bellowing out a warcry from the most primal recesses of his mind.

She reacts with her own battle cry, which rings through his ears, disorienting him as she rushes forward, performing a jump kick.

Recalling his martial arts training, he steps out of the way. Still, his opponent lands against a tree and bounces off, spinning around for another shot at him.

Seeing no other alternative, he runs at her, diving and crashing right into her. The impact sends the two tumbling down onto the ground in a pile where skin rubs against her leathery flesh. She squawks, kicking and shaking, trying to get out of his hold. All the while, squirts of yellow liquid shoot out in her distress.

“Impossible, impossible!” she screeches, flailing about, trying to peck at him. Still, the size difference makes her attack poke at his jeans.

“No! Not impossible!” he shouts, pulling his fist back, jabbing her in the stomach.

She coughs up some spit, shaking her head. “Pah…!?”

He grabs her long neck, wrapping his hands around her, laying on top of her, chest against chest, the thrill of battle giving him a strange rush, making his cock harden at the promise that a duel would end with. “Yield!” he shouts. “Yield and serve me as your princess serves me.”

“S… she!?” she rasps, wrapping her wings around him, scratching at his back with a feeble attempt to dissuade him.

He takes the burning of scratches in this life-or-death duel and shouts, “That’s right, I fucked your Princess because she’s my mate, got it!? Now submit and call me master!”

Her eyes roll back, and her beak is opened wide, but she finally lets out a gurgled “I… I su… surrender”

He lets go, and she falls back, panting, laying there sprawled before him, her cheek against the ground, eye staring up at him.

Chris stands up over her, rolling his shoulders and taking a deep breath. “Damn… aliens…” he says, reaching his hands down. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down, showing off his now-erect cock. “You see this? This is the dick that filled your Princess last night. Now, you need to explain a few things to me, like where the hell did she go and who the hell you are!”