LUNAR SEDUCTION 1

The noises became louder and louder as Madeleine approached, panting at the challenging terrain. She had to hack her way through the thick brush with a machete nearly the size of her arm. The air was hot and heavy, making it tough to draw a good breath. Sweat dripped down her forehead from her wet, black hair, traversing the expanse of her cheek and gathering on her chin before dropping down to her heaving breasts. They jiggled, naked, covered with light scratches from the razor edges of plants she'd only ever seen in illustrations and fossils. Why she'd come hiking in the jungle with nothing but a machete and a pair of boots was beyond Madeleine's comprehension.

The only thing she could think of was those sounds — trumpeting, sighs and growls, roars that had a strange edge to them. Noises she had never heard before. The friction between her legs was almost unbearable. It felt like she'd been walking for hours, the rubbing of her thighs stimulating her pussy. She suspected the wetness down there was much more than sweat. The sounds were so loud that they scared her. Madeleine stopped just short of some low-lying palm fronds that masked a clearing ahead. She could see movement beyond the foliage, what sounded like whole trees snapping. If there were any other sounds in the jungle, they had all stopped to listen to this absolute spectacle. Her tired muscles bunched and shaking, Madeleine carefully parted the palms and feasted her eyes on a sight that no living being had ever witnessed.

A male and female Tyrannosaurus Rex were coupling mere yards away from her. Madeleine's lips parted, taking in the prehistoric mating. If only she'd gotten her sooner, maybe she could've seen the ritual, how the female chose her mate. Instead, the paleontologist could only witness what came after — copulation, the key to preserving the species. The female crouched low to the ground, almost face to face with Madeleine. The T-Rex's eyes were half shut, looking languid and almost sleepy. Madeleine could discern that most of the snorting and sighing noises were coming from her.

Her body rocked forward with each of the male's thrusts. He was crouched over her, snapping at her neck, alternately trumpeting and roaring, gnashing his teeth to the rhythm of his pumping. Madeleine felt like she had waited her entire life to witness this. She also felt deeply turned on by the display. It was something she couldn't ignore. Madeleine pushed the machete into the soft ground and dropped to one knee, the mud beneath her making a squishing sound.

Keeping one hand on the machete to steady herself, she reached between her legs and began to rub her clitoris, aching to relieve the building pressure. She unknowingly teased herself in time to the T-Rex couple's thrusting, using their sounds to guide her own movements. She didn't understand why she couldn't control herself, didn't understand why she would be in the jungle, completely naked in the first place, but to Madeleine, only one thing made sense right now: Attaining orgasm in the presence of these legendary creatures.

It was simply a requirement that her trembling fingers were getting closer and closer to achieving. Madeleine had squeezed her eyes shut as the pleasure built, but now she forced them open. Could she time her climax to the male's? Was the female physically able to have an orgasm? She experienced a momentary frustration with the angle of her view until an earsplitting roar alerted her to the fact that the moment was at hand. The male was delivering his seed deep inside the female's body.