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Will knew he shouldn't have been staring, while at the same time as feeling entirely justified in doing so. How many people got to say they'd been that close to an actual [i]dinosaur?[/i] Well, plenty of people, it turned out. She was out and about around the neighbourhood without anyone so much as batting an eye, but even still, a week after moving in, he couldn't get over such a striking prehistoric beauty of an enormous, thickly-muscled brute. The sight of her was absolutely stunning, and he sat near the window, doing his very best impression of keeping busy when really he'd just been waiting out in hopes of catching a glimpse of that towering tyrannosaur as soon as she arrived home.

Kazgoran didn't bother with a vehicle. Her legs were long enough she could traverse the streets at more than double the speed of any human's walking pace, thumping along, dragging her massive tail behind her as she went. People knew well to stay out of her way, parting like a school of fish before a shark whenever they saw her approaching, but nobody ever seemed particularly frightened nor awed by her presence. They were used to her. They knew she was harmless as long as they didn't directly interfere with anything she wanted to do. Or generally catch her eye. But Will didn't care if she noticed him. He was still too busy fawning over her, lingering near the window that overlooked her driveway just in hopes of glimpsing that gigantic, jade-scaled [i]goddess[/i]. It wasn't exactly difficult to know she was approaching. He could feel it in the floor beneath his feet, or in the trembling across the surface of the tea steaming in a mug, clutched tightly in his hands. Her size assured all sense of subtlety was off the table, wherever she went.

When she approached, she was hoisting about a dozen cloth grocery bags, all dangling from one curled arm. There was probably enough food in there to feed a family for a week, and she hefted it near-effortlessly, though it was just heavy enough to let him get a good look at her bare, flexing bicep. He didn't think he was one to swoon over a muscular woman like that, but one look at that display of bulging, scaly, reptilian [i]power[/i] and his heart was all fluttery, his cheeks all red. All his attempts at hiding failed as he found himself pressed close to the glass, looking like a lustful animal in its cage, gawking at her before he realized himself. He must have been putting off some sort of aura, projecting a wave of horny energy in her direction, because she stopped where she was just long enough to give him a lingering gaze with those deep green eyes of hers. That alone was enough to leave him nearly falling out of his chair.

He saw her snort, and cross her arms, groceries still hanging from one of them. Her stare was truly powerful, and she had a reputation for gruffness, even hostility that fit well with her grumpy appearance. But surely she had to be nicer than she looked? He wasn't sure [i]what[/i] exactly told him that, just that one look at her and he got all kinds of good feelings. Besides the horny kind, anyway. He was no expert on reading a brick wall like her, her expression unchanged, but eventually something seemed to change about her tense body language and she gave him a simple nod of acknowledgement. That was enough to keep him going for days, really, but he wasn't going to let it stop there. Not two seconds after that and he was outside his front door, just casually leaning on the short fence between them, like it was no big deal and he definitely didn't have a boner right that very moment.

“Oh, hey there. Did you need my help with that? Or with … anything else?"

“No." Her voice had so much bass to it that he might have initially mistaken her for male if it wasn't for the notable rise of her bust.

“Oh. I mean, it just looked like, maybe, you could use me for something, but if not … well, how's it going?"

Her expression didn't change. She shrugged her shoulders and gave a sigh potent enough that he could feel it blowing past him like a gust of hot wind.

“Look, I get it," she relented.

“What do you get?"

“You." A point of a thick, clawed finger punctuated her words. “I know. Big dino. Don't see that every day. Except, in your case, you do, watching me like that."

Being called out didn't change just how thirsty he was for her, but he did his best to hide it, standing in a way as to hide the notable bulge in his pants. He put on the most innocent of tones he could manage.

“Watching you? Oh, no, it's nothing like that." A moment's pause, and he made sure not to downplay his interest [i]too[/i] much. “Not that I don't find you fascinating, of course. I mean, I just … wow."

He got more flustered the longer he spoke, abandoning his attempted smooth recovery and just fawning over her. She snorted.

“Right. So, you wanna come in or what? Or do you prefer gawking?"

That hit him hard enough he nearly fell. He didn't think his cheeks could get any hotter than they always did in her presence, but there they went, blazing until it felt as if he might actually burst into flames. He let his eyes dance up and down the shape of her body, feeling as if he'd granted him permission to truly inspect her without trying to hide it. There wasn't a detail he didn't like. He wondered how she wasn't cold. Her upper half was covered in a thick hooded sweater that no doubt was custom-tailored to someone of her size, the sleeves ripped off to show those bulky arms. Her thighs were wrapped taut in sweatpants, modified to allow the thick trunk of her tail to swing free. Really, she was barely covered, but rather than the chill presence of most reptiles, she was radiating heat, warming him just by standing near him, leaving him feeling like he might start to sweat despite the crisp cold of the wintery day. Curling up with a hot-bodied t-rex sounded like the best possible way to spend a December evening.

“Oh, wow, I didn't know you felt the same …" Will began.

Kaz just shrugged, noncommittal. If she did, she wasn't going to say it.

“I'm going inside. Follow if you want."

Of course he did. He leapt that fence so quickly it could have been a disaster, but his day was only getting better when he stuck the landing like a pro. She wasn't looking back at him, totally missing the whole display, but oh well. He jogged along to make it through her open front door before as fast as he could, just in case she changed her mind in those moments and slammed it in his face, and just like that, he was inside. Her place wasn't what he expected exactly. That is - it wasn't a complete disaster. She didn't seem much for decorating, with many of the rooms seeming almost empty but for whatever was practical. There were hardly any pictures on the walls, or anything else that might have seemed 'unnecessary' to survival. The only sign that it was truly the home of a real live tyrannosaurus, aside from the impressively high ceilings, was the damage. Every so often as he paced the broad halls, he noticed some claw marks, or even places where it looked like she had sunk her teeth into her surroundings. Several walls were missing too - the kitchen was an open room, and there was nothing separating it from the bedroom, or the living room. The whole thing felt so open and exposed to someone half her size, but he supposed it made sense she might need a lot of room to maneuver, especially watching that huge tail dragging along the floor in front of him.

He caught up with her just as she wrenched open an oversized refrigerator. Will had no idea they even made them that big. It looked like she could have kept an entire car in there. He didn't get much chance to look at the contents before she tossed every bag inside with a careless whip of her arm, not bothering to organize anything. A slam of the door sent a tremor through the whole house. One more potent than all the others she made while moving around, anyway. He found himself awkwardly standing there behind her, watching the motions of her thick tail, admiring her up and down, every ridge, every scale, every taut flex of her supremely powerful body, muscles showing impressive tone even when she wasn't exerting herself in the slightest. When she turned back to him, there was a look of ferocity in her eyes that left him considering whether he'd made a terrible mistake by accepting her invitation, and following the fearsome dinosaur somewhere no one else could see whatever she did to him. It was enough to leave him frozen to the floor as if encased in ice as she reached one hand towards him, grabbing him by the head and shoulders, pressing her scaly palm against his face with her unkind grip.

The best he could do was mmf. It wasn't much of a protest, if that was what it was. He was rigid all over, and not just in an aroused sense, feeling himself leaving his feet as if weightless, dangling there in a not-so-careful hold as she carried him off to places unknown. She didn't have to go far, and he was only just orienting himself when she suddenly slam-dunking him down to an accommodating mattress as big as an entire room. He felt like little more than a basketball, bouncing on impact with a mattress only a few steps removed from a slab of rock, his limbs flailing through the air as he steadied himself and his breathing alike. It wasn't until he laid a hand on his chest that he realized his heart was pounding, and not in the good way. His body was all primed and ready to struggle for his life, firing up a fight or flight reaction as if he'd been ambushed by an ancient predatory while foraging for berries outside his cave. He must have had a silly look on his face, because even Kaz for all her apathy tilted her head to the side and grunted a mildly concerned question.

“You okay?"

Will had to think about that.

“I kinda thought I was gonna die for a second there."

“Nah. You'd know."

He had no idea what that was supposed to mean. The saner part of him was starting to have second thoughts, especially as he lay there on a bed that felt as big as an ocean, looking up at the monolith of prehistoric might, towering above him, two stories tall, listening to her deep, rumbly breathing. Regret went right out the window when he saw her removing her top. There was no ceremony about it for her. Her clothes were in the way of what she wanted to do, and they were probably one of the few things in existence to remain intact despite briefly inconveniencing her. Will laid in rapt attention as if he were witnessing the unveiling of a goddess, gazing up in deep awe at the elegant body on display before him as the dinosaur so casually undressed in front of him. Her bust had already been impressive beneath the layers of fabric covering her, and was squished down in the grip of a sports bra. Once she got that unclasped and tumbling down her abdominals, her breasts sprang forth with a considerable bounce, jiggling and soft, bigger than his head each. They were about the only part of her he could spot that could have in any way been described as soft, and he found himself biting his lip so hard it hurt when she gave them a casual squish, digging her fingers deep and huffing out hot steam.

“Gonna get naked or what?"

Her tone was so flat he almost didn't realize it was a question. It came off as more of a command, the gruff enunciation expectant, or maybe telling him he really had no choice. He wanted this, and now he was going to [i]get[/i] it, ready or not. He felt ready, at least. His whole body was trembling with anticipation and need, looking like he was shivering there on her bed. But he was far from chilled. Her presence kept him warm, banishing the icy grip of all the winter air that had drifted in with them. Given she didn't stand on ceremony, neither did he, simply stripping his shirt off and pushing it aside. He wasn't sure he could have reached the edge of the bed with a throw, so he didn't bother, simply setting to work on his pants with a bit of awkward squirming, still stretched out on his back as he fumbled with the buckle. When he finally slipped free, he found that blush returning, realizing just how nonchalantly he was showing off his cock to her, throbbing away, pulling his stomach muscles taut with each hard twitch until it seemed his whole body was pulsing with radiant lustful energy. She looked over his smooth, naked body and made a sound that [i]might[/i] have been a chuckle, if he was lucky.

“Heh. Look at you horny you are for me. Been jerking off thinking about me, haven't you?"

She leaned in, casually bending down like she was teetering over and catching herself with her palms planted firmly on either side of his hips. He flinched to see her approach, only to find himself soothed by the heat of her breath washing over him, basting him in that surprisingly pleasant scent. There was just a little hint of something flowery and feminine there, but he didn't dare point it out. Instead, he was left to consider just what exactly was the right answer to her question. He went with the truth.

“Yeah. A few times now. I hope that's not -"

Kaz cut off his fumbling attempt at an apology with a great big slurp, one that started between his thighs and swiped up over his middle, his chest, and his face with her powerful, pitch black tongue. That left him absolutely glistening with dinosaur drool, the heat enough to make him start to slightly sweat. She was like a furnace. The longer he was around her, the hotter he felt, until he was panting through his mouth like dog, just feeling her sweltering presence cloaking his senses, the lustful need for her touch clouding his better judgment. Of [i]course[/i] it was a good idea. Did he really want to be the guy who went around for the rest of his life telling everyone he [i]could[/i] have had sex with a hot tyrannosaurus woman but changed his mind at the last second? That was truly a burden he couldn't have possibly carried with him.

Not to mention how amazing her tongue felt. The rest of her seemed to harsh, so spiky and scaly, but that tongue was perfect. It was slathered with thick saliva, lubricating the smooth slide up and down his body in steady strokes, assaulting him, overwhelming him, leaving him feel as if he'd been dunked in a tank of hot rex spit, but he never complained. All he could do was wriggle for her, essentially helpless when she laid her tits down on his thighs, dragging lower and lower until she was focusing the attention of her tongue on his cock. She knew some tricks. It was more flexible than he expected, curling around the base of his pulsing spire, stroking up and down, generously tasting him from every angle, and even curling tightly enough to give a bit of a squeeze. She was kneeling down at the foot of the bed soon enough, clutching him by the hips and dragging him towards the edge so she could get a proper angle on him. Soon after, she pressed her palm to his belly, pinning him commandingly, letting him feel those bumpy scales indenting his skin while she helped herself to some sloppy slurps that never quite amounted to a blowjob. It was something better.

Will wasn't sure what to do with his hands, or the rest of himself for that matter. He hoped she didn't mind the noise. Getting a hot rexjob like that brought out his inner pornstar, moaning and grunting like he was putting on a performance, but none of it was an exaggeration. It wasn't just a matter of how wet it was. The texture was just bumpy enough to stimulate his bare skin in indescribable ways, and the heat of her breath hit him so hotly he felt as if he was slipping into a sauna, or a hot tub. Then there was just how [i]firm[/i] she was with every stroke. Maybe it was her size, but her tongue seemed exceptionally strong, mighty and dexterous all at once, able to curl and wriggle up and down his dick as she took him between his lips, letting him feel the slight glaze of her teeth against his shaft while she sucked. The sounds, a series extended [i]schlurrp[/i] and smack, echoed through the room, drowning out his voice. Her saliva poured down his thighs, flowing freely as the tasted him. There was evidently something about his flavour she liked. He didn't have the time to consider the implications of such a thing, soon too busy getting caught up in an orgasm that curled his toes, turned his splayed hands into tight fists, and left him clenching his jaw trying not to simply scream out in sweet, rex-tongue-induced bliss. It was a losing effort.

And that was before she got her [i]tits[/i] involved. He wasn't sure what he expected rex scales to feel like on his cock, but they were far more stimulating than he'd imagined. They may have looked harsh, but the spot between her bust, that perfect shiny emerald cleavage, was just smooth enough to let his dick grind up and down without any harm. She clenched it between her breasts, gripping tightly, digging her fingers deeply into her own curves as she went up and down his length a few times. Soft as those mounds might have been, the strength forcing them together around his shaft let him know she probably could have still crushed him with them. Scritching with her scales, slathering him with her divinely-warm tongue, and huffing hotly on his soaked belly all the while, she kept his senses engaged as she forcefully pleasured him, ensuring he was helpless to do anything but [i]endure[/i] as she worked him over, smacking juicy t-rex tits down on his thighs as she kneaded the tip of his dick between the firm grip of her lips.

He didn't care how loud he got. Nor did he care about lasting long under such a merciless assault. No one could. She knew just how to use her tongue, flexibility pressing the tip against his groin, sending pressure into his nerves where it mattered. It all had him rocketing up to climax that had his balls clenching up tight, and he hoped she didn't mind the mess because he wasn't physically capable of holding back anymore. He tried to jolt his hips upwards, but her palm remained planted on his belly, ensuring he didn't move a muscle. She kept on sucking while he blasted a load in her mouth, pouring out half a dozen thick shots of cum for her to swallow down. She didn't bother savouring it, simply cleaning it off his twitching, sensitive tip and then gulping loudly, finally letting him up as she put on a show of licking her wet lips. That hardly made up for the mess she left dripping over his skin, pouring down to the sheets below as he laid a few last thin shots over his belly, hardly softening for a second.

“Not bad," she grunted, wiping the back of a hand over her jaws. “We'll see if you can return the favour."

“If I can -"

Once again, she was decisive about cutting him off before he could finish. He didn't dare speak over her.

“Not asking. Only fair, right?"

There was something so ominous in his tone he almost forgot how aroused he was for those brief few seconds before she started pulling down those clinging sweatpants, digging her thumbs into the waistband to impatiently peel them from her hips and massive thighs. He wasn't prepared for the the sudden unveiling of her scaly sex, all at once like that. Even from there he could tell she was at least a little wet, and the scent of rex pheromones hit him warmly, leaving him pulsing to full all over again. He basked in her a while, still sprawled out as if she were holding him down. She still was, in a sense, her penetrating gaze as restricting as any grip or bondage could have been. Her glare was potent enough he didn't even squirm out of the way when she climbed up on top of the bed with him, her knees sliding along the sheets as she crawled above his naked form. He got his hands up just in time to uselessly press them to her thighs as she came down on his face, casting his world in darkness as she utterly overtook him with the all-consuming smoosh of rex pussy to human face, squishing him beneath those soft folds while she squeezed his head between her thighs, applying enough pressure to let him know how easily she [i]could[/i] have crushed him if she so chose.

As far as he could tell, he was one flex, or one slip away from being utterly obliterated by her weight. She was careful to keep from that happening, but he didn't want to test her patience. That position shoved him fiercely against the wet folds of her cunt, leaving his course of action obvious. There was no repositioning, no getting the right angle. All he could do was start kissing, and extend his tongue, digging into her depths and deeply as he could reach. The initial penetration got a snort from her, and he felt her muscles tightening around his tongue, trapping him in the heated confines of her fragrant depths while he huffed nothing but her reptilian scent, letting that exotic musk dance through his mind until it was hard to think. Or maybe that was just the lack of air leaving him closer and closer to passing out, the longer she smothered him in slick rex sex.

The slightest bounce or squeeze felt like it was going to be what tipped him over the edge from immersed to simply crunching between her thighs. He probably shouldn't have been surprised to find her pussy was every bit as strong as the rest of her. She tightened up around his tongue and face as she rode him, until he felt as if he might simply vanish into that wet rex cunt wrapped around most of his head. There was no amount of squirming or shoving that made his situation any less overwhelming. He transitioned from eating her out to simply acting as a living dildo, wriggling his way inside her until the walls closed in all around him, leaving him immersed in the smacking, sucking squish of juicy tyrannosaurus pussy. The cacophony of well-lubricated insides kneading on him from every side left his ears ringing, while he was left to guzzle down the juices of her lust or be fully submerged. Maybe it wasn't the worst way to go, but he had no intention of suffocating between the thighs of his fearsome neighbour.

It wasn't the triumphant roar he might have hoped for, but his efforts eventually amounted to a satisfied grunt that went along with a dangerous clamp around his head and shoulders. He thought it was over for a moment, caught up under the pressure of a t-rex orgasm, even if it was a modest one. She still made a mess, giving a satisfying gush all over him, flooding him from head to waist in the steamy juices of her climax, working them all over his torso as she roughly rubbed herself back and forth across him. He couldn't do anything but brace himself, unable to withdraw, caught up in the clenches of her pleasure, his body serving as a toy for a woman so much larger and more powerful than him. She huffed, snorted, and then seemed to shrug as she pulled herself off his face, letting the colder air shock him as it touched his bare skin, leaving him a dripping, sweating, panting mess as he sought desperately to reclaim all the air he'd crushed out of him, sucking down a hearty helping of her scent that ensured he wasn't any less aroused despite the roughness.

He was going to feel that in the morning. Already, he could sense a bit of bruising and tenderness forming on his shoulders from the rough clamp of her pussy around his body. He didn't manage to sit up, instead sprawled back and rubbing at himself, still catching his breath. Kazgoran was just [i]looming[/i]. She always was, but her presence was especially potent in those moments. She hovered above him and stared down with eyes so intense he found himself subconsciously curling up as if to protect himself from an attack, for all the good it would have done him in the face of a ferocious t-rex. He wasn't sure why he helped so loudly when she grabbed him, but it wasn't for any pain. It felt like the worst was coming when she hauled him up and brought him near her open jaws, her breath hotter than ever, leaving him sweltering every time she thickly exhaled in his face.

“Guess that was good enough."

Her voice was so deep from up close he could feel it rattling down his spine. He had only then caught his breath, and there was still a sensory stun hanging over him. It wasn't enough to keep him from following his impulses though, as he reached out and stroked along her snout, even caressing her lips. She snorted again, blasting him with air hot enough to briefly scorch him.

“Oh, you like what you see, do you? Maybe I should give you a closer look."

He withdrew as she spoke, and before he could ask for an explanation he was treated to the intimidating, incredible sight of a great big t-rex maw yawning open before him, cavernous and wet, sticky stretches of spit snapping off, or dripping down from the roof of her mouth to her dark tongue. He could [i]hear[/i] those drops splashing down, flecking a hot mist in his face while steam rose from her open throat. From there, he could see all the way to the back of her gullet, framed by her jagged teeth, watching it flex as she gulped down excess spit, drooling the rest over her lower lip. He gazed into that abyss, barely blinking, admittedly transfixed by the sight. All that danger, all that deadly, predatory power on display right in front of his face, and yet he was somehow still intact, still whole and seemingly safe in her tight clothes. How many people could honestly say they'd witnessed something like the work of art laid out before him? He found himself mesmerized, leaning in closer and closer, enjoying the heat of her slow, steady breaths, eventually reaching out and laying his hands on her outstretched tongue, rubbing deeply into the soft muscle.

“That's right. Just reach in and give me a good rub. This is one of my favourite things," she said, more gently than before, her words partly muffled by her jaws remaining open. But only slightly. She was used to talking with her mouth full.

“Like this?" he asked in a soft voice, barely hearing the words himself, kneading tentatively into the first few inches of her outstretched tongue.

“Harder. Get right in there."

He knew that anyone watching them would have thought him a fool for dumbly inserting himself into a rex's open mouth, but she'd been relatively gentle with him so far. There was no reason not to trust her. And something about the danger, about literally throwing himself into the jaws of death, that made him hard. Harder still, leaving him to madly pulse as he carefully leaned in over her lower teeth, feeling their edges glazing over his naked skin as he glaze himself along the surface of her tongue. It felt good to lay his head inside her mouth, rubbing back and forth along the base of that dark slurper, letting it become his pillow, and then his bed. With her jaws open that wide, she could fit most of him in at once. She was so warm, so slick, so smooth and oddly inviting that he found himself sprawling across her tongue, letting the tip curl up between his legs and slide along his cock, pressing it firm to his belly while she slathered him up in a thick coating of that saliva he'd grown so intimate with. He hardly even noticed when she started pressing him in deeper, easing him along with a digit pressed to his backside, leaving him teetering dangerously close to the all-consuming flexes of her dark throat.

It wasn't until he felt a slight tug at his fingers that the reality dawned on him, dropping like a weight on his chest as he crested over the back of her tongue and felt gravity working against him. She wasn't swallowing him, not yet. But she [i]could[/i] have, and that was what frightened him. The only thing separating him from utter oblivion down in her stomach was her willpower. If she decided she was going to gulp him down whole, there wasn't much he could do about it. He went rigid all over at the realization - but that included his cock, too. Some part of him, some twisted piece of his horny mind, thought that toying with danger like that was the most arousing thing he'd ever experienced. Before he could get a hold of himself, he was thrusting against that tongue, finding the groove in the middle the perfectly place to grind and hump, breathing the air wafting up from her gullet as he bucked his hips up and down between her lips.

Her response was to clamp down without biting and squish him between that fuckable tongue and the roof of her mouth. He felt her teeth around his calves, indenting his skin as before, but she showed admirable restraint to keep from chomping into him. That took at least a little precision. Maybe even some care. Though before he got too carried away by affectionate thoughts, she threw him for another loop, sealing her lips tighter and tighter as she started to suck on him like he was nothing more than a piece of candy. He felt her maw kneading him from all sides, her cheeks squishing in his face as she shoved him from side to side with her tongue. He hardly knew which was up anymore as she splashed him all around, squeezing all the flavour out of him while swiping her tongue everywhere she could reach. Curled up like that, and only his feet were sticking out of her jaws by then, and it would have only taken a little cramming to get him fully inside. The heat was going from soothing to overwhelming, stifling even, and the excess of saliva felt like it could have drowned him if he wasn't careful. But much more concerning was the sound that rumbled out around him, echoing up from within her and hitting his ears like a roll of thunder. Her belly was starting to grumble. Apparently she liked his taste.

As her handling turned from gently kneading to something more like a rough grind against his palate, he was starting to feel less and less like she was going to keep from hurting him. There was still a certain gentleness, relatively speaking, to the way she mashed him against the roof of her mouth and sucked out all his flavour, if only because his bones weren't breaking. He had no doubt that there was strength enough in her great firm tongue to crush him into dust, if she so chose. She was getting more dominant with every suckle, having her way with his naked, wriggling body. He wasn't sure if he was struggling or squirming in pleasure. The whims of his body guided him, keeping him moving, kicking, working himself to exhaustion while she tossed and thrashed him all about with generous applications of her tongue, squashing him against the inside of her cheek, letting him bulge out that thick black skin that stretched between lips, squeezing every single drop of flavour out of him as if he were a sponge of delicious human taste.

It was getting hard for him to breathe. He tried tapping against her tongue, trying to indicate for her to slow down for just a few seconds. She ignored him, and maybe even threatened him for daring to protest in the slightest. He felt her teeth against his skin once more. He was pinned between them, laid out across a row of deadly points, one little squeeze away from popping like a grape. They were variously sharp, some more than others, perhaps in need of some good care. Worry was starting to work up in his chest. He needed to ensure she found him useful, and so he put himself to work, carefully reaching out to run his fingers along the wet surface of those fearsome teeth. It was enough to make him quiver. He was afraid, certainly, but there was still that sense of awe that came with admiring those gleaming harbingers of destruction, feeling over the harsh edges, squishing at the saliva welled up between them, kneading deep into her black-fleshed gums.

That maw massage soothed her enough she settled down for a time. He felt a sigh pass over him like the air of an open oven, his face coated in a mix of fluids of which only some was his own sweat. A part of him wanted to pass out, but he knew that wasn't a good idea when he was lingering near his own doom. Instead, he turned his full attention to attending to her maw, straining his shoulders with the effort to press deep into her cheeks, her tongue, her gums, even stroking and admiring along her huge, deadly chompers as if they were in themselves a work of art. For a time, he felt the tension receding, both from the air and from her jaw muscles. Her tongue lay dormant, her breath slowed, and she grunted a sound that echoed all around that humid cave that was his prison, striking him with startling force. It might have been contentment.

There were still some thorough licks, dragging back and forth between his thighs, teasing at his cock, or just slathering over his belly. They were gentler then, but still firm, still commanding. He was hers to taste and toy with, in any way she liked, and the forceful shoves of her slurper was a constant reminder of that fact. The only sign of any change in her mood was a rising rumble. He couldn't tell what it was exactly - maybe a growing growl, or maybe a rumble of her belly, echoing up her gullet, a pang of hunger hitting her harder than ever after suppressing it for so long. She'd tried her best to keep the succulent human in her jaws safe, to let him treat her and admire her without any harm coming to him. But eventually something broke enough that she bounced him up and down with a shrug of her shoulders and spoke a few simple words that left his heart fluttering in terrible anticipation.

“Eh. Fuck it."

That was the extent of her warning. She didn't give him any sort of apology. The urge struck her, and so she followed it, clamping her jaws down around his belly, his spine, his chest, and his ribs all at once, sinking teeth into his flesh and shattering his bones with a horrific [i]CRUNCH[/i] that echoed all throughout her mouth, ringing in Will's ears as the shocking surprise took a few seconds to register. He hardly felt it. The pressure came, along with a bit of pain, but all was numb once she actually bit into him. It was a deep, juicy, satisfying chomp, digging so deeply her teeth met in the middle of his punctured torso, and he was left to raggedly wheeze as the air drained from him along with an ample amount of his precious blood. It dribbled down Kazgoran's tongue and ran from her jaws, streaming from her lower lip. She didn't seem to mind the mess, the crimson stain pouring over her bare breasts, bathing her scales in the hot, fresh juices of her lively meal as she crunched and crackled his skeleton to dust with the power of her beastly jaws.

His mind clouded to a fog, leaving him only faintly aware of what was happening. She'd already killed him. There was no recovering from a bite that had nearly cleaved him in two, leaving him squirting blood about her mouth, soaking her teeth in a bath of red while his exposed organs struggled to keep functioning with deep t-rex tooth marks embedded in them. His lungs were punctured, his stomach ruined, his intestines partly shredded by the sheer force of that single chomp. The rest was simply a matter of turning him from human into mashed-up, easily-swallowed food, his legs twitching between her lips, his toes curling but not in orgasm. His muscles gave some violent spasms as he rapidly bled out on her tongue, and that was all before she came in for a second chomp, crackling into those of his ribs that were still intact, shattering them to shards beneath his shredded skin, leaving him choking up blood when it didn't simply pour out of his open wounds. She'd turned him partly to pulp with two bites, leaving him hardly holding together, gravity threatening to split him into two ragged pieces, and she snorted out in pleasure and slight dissatisfaction with herself all at the same time. Some part of him was still coherent enough to hear and feel her voice as it rumbled up around his mangled form.

“Wasn't gonna eat ya, honestly. Tried my best. It just happened."

It might have been her best approximation of an apology, spoken with the verbal equivalent of another noncommittal shrug. She wasn't all that sorry. This was just how things went when someone got too close to her, and annoyed her enough she started to think of them as food. From there, she hardly treated him like a person anymore. He was just a piece of meat, slurped up fully into her jaws for further mashing, getting chewed on like a piece of gum while spurts of red squirted out of her open mouth. She didn't bother being polite. She ripped into him with her jaws gaping wide, smacks and [i]splurches[/i] echoing out through the house as she painted her scales to glistening with a fresh coat of her neighbour's blood. She didn't seem to mind the mess. Another deep crunch, and she set to steadily chewing, gnawing on him to soften him up into splattered mush, squishing him against her cheek with the tip of her tongue. A nasty [i]SNAP[/i] went along with her chewing through his shoulder, snapping it right off and letting it twitch about her jaws until she caught it between her teeth, laying it across lengthwise. It was still twitching until she bit down, smashing it to pulp and swallowing down what remained, all splintered bone and ruined flesh flowing into her deep gullet on a river of red.

She tossed her head back, letting his remaining limbs flop with the forceful motion. He was still alive, still gurgling, but she'd chewed him into something unrecognizable by then. She was guzzling down his juices, when they didn't simply overflow from her open maw, cascading over his flower lip. She was wearing a mask of her victim's blood once she'd chomped on him enough, pushing him from cheek to cheek with her tongue, spreading his flavour all throughout his mouth. A more suckles on his body brought out the most flavourful juices, and then she was back to mashing him to little more than mush, letting chunks of his ruined flesh tumble from her lips like crumbs. The splashing, slurping, gushing noises of his insides being pulped by the brutality of a rex's hunger were just as loud as the steady crackle of his skeleton as she broke it into the smallest pieces possible, snapping bones open to expose the marrow within, indiscriminately gulping down the excess of meat and fluids in steady, heavy swallows. Such was the force of each undulating of her throat, she was filling her home with those resonant [i]ULLPS[/i] as pieces of her former neighbour descended towards her stomach.

There wasn't much left of him. She could have easily finished off the rest without any trouble. She could have swallowed him whole from the start without much effort. But there was a point to chewing him up like that. It felt good. She liked the sounds, the sensations, the flavours that only came with thoroughly, mercilessly masticating a living person, with feeling him twitching and bleeding out fresh, hot blood. It beat the hell out of some dead meat from the store. At least he wasn't suffering much. Will was swimming in his own endorphins, numbed out and choking on the last gasps of air through his punctured lungs, somehow still conscious and alive, if not remotely coherent. His skull remained intact, his mind clouded by the pain it was desperately blocking out. She laid his head between two of her longest teeth, and just let the tension built for a while, slowly piercing through layers of skin, drawing thin streams of blood until she had those fangs buried deep and scraping against his bare skull.

She savoured in it. A little more pressure, a little more force, and she started to split crack the bone between her teeth, without inflicting fatal damage just yet. Will could do little more than gurgle. His torso was a ragged mess of torn skin, opening to reveal bits of shattered bone embedded in crushed or ruptured organs. His three remaining limbs were attached to him by little more than skin, the meat beneath spilling out onto the rex's tongue, directed down her throat to join the other pieces of him in her belly. He was bleeding out, with probably less than a minute to survive, if he was especially hardy, but she wanted the moment, the [i]kill[/i] to come when she decided it did. A little harder and there came a nasty crunch, and her teeth jutted through the bone to dig into the meat within. She was biting into his very mind, stabbing out his thoughts with the sharpness of her fangs. A moment to dwell on that feeling, on the twitching, dying, fading reaction from his nerves and remaining muscles. A few seconds was as long as she could stand to savour him. That sweet, final chomp was too great a temptation, and she opened her jaws back up, stretching strands of gore between her lips, only to crash them back down around her victim's head, instantly snuffing him out as she rendered everything about his broken shoulders to little more than paste and splinters.

There was still enough of him to satisfy her for a few more heavy chews, and she aggressively set to tearing him apart, smashing him into smaller and smaller pieces as all that human meat welled up on the back of her tongue. Another heavy toss of her head, and he was more or less completely gone, the rest of him downed in one last deep [i]glurk[/i] of her throat, but for the chunks that remained embedded in her teeth. She set to slowly working those out with her tongue, picking and cleaning in between noisy slurps of her chops. There was no real cleaning of the mess without the help of a shower, but she didn't mind it much. She was a gore-stained, glistening beast of a reptile, coated in the blood of her own neighbour, the ruined remains of his body sliding down her gullet to splash down into her gut, indistinguishable from the rest of her mass. He didn't make for a bulge, nor even any significant weight behind those well-toned rex abs. She knelt on the side of her own bed, vaguely lamenting she'd ruined yet another set of sheets, savouring the last of the taste that had damned him to a messy demise as it lingered on her tongue. A few more swallows of all the saliva she welled up from those final traces, and he was gone. Gobbled down to be digested by his hungry neighbour, doomed to a sloppy fate by his eagerness. He probably should have known from the first irritated glare cast his way that she wasn't someone he wanted to cross in any way. But in the end, it was only her hunger that was truly to blame.

Kaz thumped her chest with a fist, deeply belching out a blood-flecked blast of displaced air that rattled the windows of her house. It was as close to a triumphant roar as she was going to bother with when there was no one to impress. Then she finally rose to her feet, feeling the weight in her belly sloshing around. He was filling enough. A satisfying dinner, if not exactly a feast. She'd eaten more than once person at once before, and she'd be hungry again by nightfall. His house was going to go unoccupied for a while. Maybe someone would file a missing person's report. But one glance across the fence at the jade-scaled brute he had once lived next to, and no one was going to wonder what had really happened. That was just how things went when there was a t-rex in the neighbourhood. She found a towel she didn't especially care about, and wiped up some of the mess on the floor, listening to her belly grumble, already working on him. The silence that had fallen felt a little heavy, so she took to mumbling to her prey, even if he was far past being able to hear her.

“Wouldn't have ended up in my gut if you weren't annoying me all the time. But hey. You tasted pretty good. Better than I would have thought."

Another shrug, and she stepped towards the shower, still naked and dripping with the juices of her predatory conquest. It might have been more a thrill if it hadn't been so easy. But those silly humans just kept making the same mistake. They had one look at her, and they wanted to be closer, even crawling right into her mouth without prompting sometimes, no matter how stupid, how dangerous, how obviously bad an idea that was. Well, she couldn't complain. A few humans now and then kept her from going hungry, ensuring she stayed bulky and solid, their nutrients a generous donation to the inspiring, intimidating physique that had drawn in so many just like him. And no one was ever going to be the first to tell her she wasn't allowed to eat people. That would have been like arguing with a force of nature. T-rexes just ate people. That was as simple as a scientific fact. And he was one more among many, and plenty more to come.