"Oh, there's another one!" Barnaby squealed with excitement as he spotted the twelfth fossil he had found today peeking out of the white limestone cliff in front of him. The sinosauropteryx quickly adjusted his glasses. Then he reached for a small pickaxe on his belt and gingerly tapped the area around the buried fossil. "Alright, who are you, little guy?"

With a few more gentle strikes and a gentle jostle, the brown-feathered dino managed to break his bounty out of the cliff face. Although still halfway buried inside the piece of limestone, he could tell from the ridged round outline that it was a trilobite, and he carefully aligned the blunt back of his pick to split the rock in his paws open and reveal the full fossil. But that was easier said than done as his whole body, from the tip of his banded tail to his fingers, trembled with excitement, and although a chilly wind was blowing around the exposed cliffside, he sweated like he was inside an oven. He must’ve caught a cold on his trip to the dig site or something.

Either way, Barnaby's focus was slipping as it was already late in the afternoon, and his attempt at a soft strike turned out way too forceful and off-center. Instead of cleanly splitting his rocky treasure into halves, he smashed it into several pieces. He yelped as some of the bits fell right onto his massive, swollen blue erection. It had been swinging about all day, thanks to his effusive excitement over the biggest haul of fossils he had ever had, and it had only gotten bigger and more annoying as the day progressed, distracting him from his important archeological excavations.

"Ugh, why won't you go down, you stupid thing?" the sinosauropteryx groaned as his irritatingly big member smacked into his face when he dropped on all fours to gather the splintered bits of his trilobite fossil. It was already aggravating enough that his bloated, oversized testicles got in his way all the time, and his erection was making things even more difficult.

Cradling the pieces of rock and fossil against his downy chest, the dino archeologist made sure he had collected every single one before he carefully carried them to the foot of the cliff, where he kept the other fossils he had found in a woven bast basket. Each of them was wrapped in checkered red and white cloth, the smaller ones bunched together and the bigger ones on their own.

"Sorry for that. I'll patch you up once I'm back at the museum," Barnaby promised the pieces of limestone as he swaddled them in the last cloth he had left. That was it. That was his whole supply of them because he hadn't expected to find a dozen fossils on the very first day of his outing, but he wasn’t complaining. If anything, this and his mishap with the trilobite were the signals to head back to camp. Besides, the sun was nearing the horizon, the winds were getting colder and stronger, and he was feeling too sick and distracted to keep going anyway, his head feeling like it was filled with cotton. Thus, he picked up his basket and bid the limestone cliff farewell for the day with a wave. "See you tomorrow!"

A narrow, winding trail between narrow fir trees, pretty blue lilies, and towering, banded boulders led the dinosaur's way to the camp, but the archeologist paid the lush nature around him no mind. He was too busy watching his step and balancing the basket in his paws as if it were full of raw eggs. It didn't help that his penis swung and bounced around uncontrollably, making him stumble with every other step he took. In fact, he was so focused on walking that he only realized that he had reached his destination when he was greeted by a bright, chipper voice.

"Barnaby, you're back! How did it go? Did you find any fossils?" A petite burgundy pteranodon in blue overalls and aviator goggles welcomed the male dino, rushing toward him with her winged arms spread out.

Barnaby reflexively took a step back and hugged his basket against his chest. "C-careful, Maple! My fossils!"

"Oh!" With a gasp, the female dino halted in front of him and hastily apologized, "Sorry, I was just so excited to see you. It got so boring after I was done with the tent and campfire, so I tried stacking rocks for an hour, but they kept falling over." She haphazardly waved at a pile of round pebbles beside the campfire. Then she curiously glanced at the sinosaur, looking him up and down with a raised brow before she craned her head over the basket in his paws. "Anyway, you're here now, so how did it go? How many fossils did you find?"

"Many. So many. A dozen already, and you won't believe how many more fossils are buried in the cliff up ahead! This place is a goldmine," Barnaby swooned, his eyes glowing like little stars as he reached inside his basket to grab one of his wrapped-up discoveries. "Look! I found a Pikaia!"

Maple stopped the male with a tap on the arm before he could unwrap the fossil, shaking her head with a giggle. "That’s awesome, but aren’t you feeling cold or hungry? Come on, let's kindle the campfire and take care of dinner. Then you can show me what you've found, okay?"

The archeologist peered at the pteranodon with an open muzzle. Still holding the cloth-wrapped fossil in his paw, the feathered dino wasn't sure how to respond because he was neither cold nor hungry. In fact, the thought of showing Maple his finds made him even hotter and more excited. Yet, when the pteranodon headed to the campfire, he compliantly followed her and settled at the foot of a mossy boulder next to her.

Barnaby cradled the basket of fossils in his lap after he sat down, trying to subdue his bothersome boner while Maple lit the fireplace with a piece of smoldering tinder. "So, about the Pikaia," he continued, unfurling the cloth to reveal a piece of limestone with the imprint of an ovoid fossil. "Did you know that they're the first real fish in existence?" He hovered a finger above the outline. "This is an ancient ancestor of sharks and dinos like us."

"You sure? It's so tiny, and we're so much bigger," Maple chuckled, casting a quick glance at the rock in Barnaby's paws before she moved her attention to the pot and a few cans of stew she had brought along for the trip. Pulling a knife out of her overalls, she cut open one of the cans and poured its chunky content into the pot.

"Yes, but it's already bigger than most other species of its time. And look, it even has a spine of sorts," Barnaby explained, pointing to an indented line in the lime. "It's one of the first species to have one!"

The archeologist proceeded to spill the rest he knew about the fossil. Then he rolled it up and grabbed the next, showering Maple with an endless river of knowledge while the sun dropped below the horizon and the world around them shifted from a warm orange into a dark, velvety blue.

The pteranodon kept absently humming and nodding along to the sinosauropteryx’s explanations. Then, once she was done heating the stew, she sat down beside the male and handed him a full bowl with a curious smile and question, "Wow, you know a lot about fossils. Have you ever considered writing a book about them?"

"I have!" Barnaby responded, proudly beaming at her. "I already wrote two, and I'm here to gather fossils for the third one. It's gonna be all about the Cambrian era."

"Oh wow, you wrote two books already? That's one and a half more than I've written so far," Maple giggled, pouring herself a bowl of stew. "Say, do you have any hobbies outside of your work? Like, when you're done researching your fossils?"

"Yes! As I said, I write books," the spectacled sinosaur responded.

"But they're about fossils too, right?"

"Y-yes, of course they are. Oh! I also do tours through my archeological museum, and I give lectures about archeology in the local school."

"And what do you do when you're done with a long day of archeology?"

"I eat, read a book, and then I go to sleep," Barnaby explained, tilting his head at the befuddled pteranodon. "Why? What do you do?"

"Well, if I'm not busy transporting mail or accompanying archeologists on their exploration trips, I dance," Maple responded between spoons of stew.

"You dance? What kind of dance?"

"It's a traditional dance of my tribe. Do you want me to show you?" the female dino asked with an avid smile and put down her bow.

The feathered sinosauropteryx nodded, sensing the same kind of enthusiasm in Maple that gripped him whenever he thought about fossils. "Sure, I'd love to see your dance!"

"Alright, then sit back and enjoy," the pteranodon chirped and jumped up, spreading her wings to show off her tribe's dance.

Honestly, Barnaby wasn't sure what to expect, but Maple's dance was much more enthralling than he had anticipated. Her wide, sweeping motions looked as graceful as they looked effortless, and the flickering orange light of the campfire gave her performance something magical.

Before the dino archeologist knew it, he found himself swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the pteranodon’s movements. With a dreamy smile, he leaned back against the mossy boulder and set aside his basket of fossils before his boner accidentally pushed it out of his lap because, for some reason, it was growing even bigger and harder. The heat inside him was intensifying too, and the other dino’s enchanting dance, the flickering of the fire, and the advancing darkness of the night blurred in his increasingly hazy brain. He reflexively adjusted his glasses, but that didn't help him see any clearer. "Ugh, what's happening? Why is it getting even worse now? I’m not even doing anything."

Maple seemed to notice the feathered dino's struggle as well because she suddenly stared at him with huge eyes. Still in the middle of her dance, she then tripped over her feet and stumbled straight toward him with a squeak.

Barnaby was too surprised to react, and when he stretched out his arms to catch the pteranodon, she had already landed on top of him, burying under her scaled, winged body. "Ack, Maple, are you alright?" he gasped. "What happened?"

With a groan, Maple sluggishly dragged herself off the sinosauropteryx and rolled onto her back next to him. Taking a deep breath, she assessed, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just got distracted and tripped."

"Y-yes, I saw that. You gave me such a strange look too. Do I look that sick?" the archeologist stammered.

"Sick?" the pteranodon snorted, raising a brow as she looked at the male. "No, I just didn't expect you to enjoy my dance that much."

"O-oh, yes, of course! It was a very nice dance. I love how you move so effortlessly. I just wish I wouldn't have gotten so distracted by that annoying heat and fuzziness in my head. It's like I'm on fire right now," Barnaby apologized.

"Is that so? Well, if you asked me, I'd guess that this has something to do with it," Maple giggled, pointing at the sinosaur's giant erection as it jutted up into the dark, starry night like a lighthouse.

With a blush, the male tucked his striped tail between his thighs and muttered, "Sorry about that. That stupid thing just does that sometimes, getting in the way of everything. It's already been bothering me all day." And when the pteranodon's jaw dropped and she stared at him as if he had grown a second head, he added, "I mean, I've tried to push it down and get it back inside, but it just won't budge. And it's so annoyingly sensitive, too."

Slowly, Maple's wide-eyed shock turned into a cheeky grin, and she got up on her knees. "Do you want me to help you with that?" she suggested, leaning toward Barnaby with pursed lips. "Also, I don't think a cock as big as yours deserves to be called stupid."

"It is stupid and completely useless, though. Do you know how difficult it is to dig out fossils with this thing always in the way?" the feathered dinosaur complained, but something about the tone in the female's voice made him prick up his ears. "Anyway, you said you know how to deal with this?"

"Oh yes, and it's a lot of fun, too. Even more fun than dancing," the pteranodon cooed.

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Now sit back and let me show you," Maple said, patting the mossy face of the boulder next to them.

Barnaby wasn't sure what she was hinting at, but he did as told. He sat up and leaned back against the rock once again, watching her with his snout ajar and his green eyes sparkling curiously.

Maple licked her lips and her grin widened. Her full attention now rested on the archeologist’s huge, throbbing blue member as she slipped between his legs on her knees. Gently, almost reverently, she glided her hands around his girth, and a shiver of excitement raced through her as she felt the raw heat and heft of his shaft. "You're even bigger than I thought you would be."

"R-Really?" the sinosauropteryx gasped, wincing at the rush of stimulation that her hands triggered. It was the same kind that always irritated him when his penis bumped and smacked against his chest, arms, and everything around him, but it didn't nearly annoy him as much as the pteranodon touched it. On the contrary, her soft, tender caress felt much better than it had any right to, turning that vexing heat inside him into a much more pleasant, exhilarating warmth. Hugging his big, striped tail against his chest, he asked with a shaky moan, "H-how'd you know that it's so big?"

"Because of that massive pair of breeding orbs you're lugging around, silly," Maple giggled, teasingly sliding a hand onto the male's gargantuan testes.

Never before had Barnaby paid as much attention to his balls as at that moment, as the pteranodon's touch transformed another source of nuisance into something new and thrilling. For the first time today, the fossils in the basket beside him took a backseat as Maple's affection and curiosity fully captivated him. He still wasn't entirely sure why she was so fascinated by his genitals, but her excitement definitely rubbed off on him when she moved both hands to his huge, swollen tip and pulled back his loose, ample foreskin with a wet smack, staring at his now-exposed glans with drool running down her chin.

Leaning closer, the pteranodon sampled a deep whiff of the male dino's scent, and she savored it with a wet, needy moan. "Fuck, you smell so ripe and potent."

"S-sorry," Barnaby muttered, a blush on his cheeks as he clutched his tail even tighter against his chest. He hadn't bathed or showered today, and that pesky heat had left him quite sweaty and soaked in his own musk. "If I had known…"

"Huh? What are you apologizing for? I was just saying that you smell delicious." Maple giggled, shooting the abashed sinosaur an amused glance. "You really haven’t touched yourself down here before, have you?"

"Y-yes, of course, I've touched it before. It's so big that I can't really avoid it," Barnaby replied meekly.

"No, I mean, you've never masturbated before."

"Uhhh…" The word tickled something in the back of the archeologist's mind. He had heard it before, but not much more. He shook his head, "N-no, never. That's not bad, right?"

"No, it's not. Not at all. I'm just surprised that a stud as hung as you has never done anything or anyone with his dick before," the pteranodon purred, tugging on her overalls as she inhaled another deeper breath of his musk. "But that's something I can't wait to change~"

The way she spoke, the way she pronounced certain words, the way she looked at him as she pressed her muzzle against his tip and gave it a fat, wet kiss made Barnaby's heart pound in a frenzy. Not even the most exciting fossils he had ever found had gotten him this excited. The touch of her lips electrified him, and when she slipped out her long, rosy tongue and brushed it around the sensitive rim of his glans, a big rope of clear, sticky pre erupted from his urethra and splattered across his chest and tail. "Ah, wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm about to give you the first blowjob of your life, honey," Maple cooed, sensually washing her tongue across his trembling cock head to lap up and audibly swallow his gooey, salty nectar. "Fuck, you're so sensitive and messy."

"S-sorr…"

"Ah! Stop being sorry, Barnaby!" the female dino groaned, rolling her eyes. "Don't be sorry about that fat, glorious cock you have. Don't be sorry about that delicious scent and mess because I love it, and I can't believe that I'm the first girl to play with you. Fuck, I've never gotten so wet so fast before."

"You're wet?" Barnaby whimpered, completely perplexed as her burgundy scales were as dry as ever. They shimmered beautifully in the flickering light of the campfire, though.

While the male dino was distracted by the sight of the gorgeous pteranodon, she unleashed a wild flurry of licks on his cock. She lavished every inch of his tip with sloppy love, slurping up his pre as she squeezed it out of his gargantuan rod with her hands, pumping him like she was trying to milk him. Barnaby was completely unprepared for the rush of stimulation that accompanied her sudden, greedy frenzy. His mind blanked and his muzzle dropped wide open, drool dripping off his dangling tongue while he clenched his hands around his tail and dug his clawed feet into the ground. "Aaaaah, Maple! This feels so… thi-this f-feels… it's…"

Maple paused her fervent slurping, a string of spit and pre dangling between his twitching, gushing tip and her snout as she looked at him in lusty anticipation. "Yes? How does it feel?"

"This feels so good! I don't know how I've never tried this before, but this is amazing! This is the best thing ever!" Barnaby howled.

A mischievous grin grew on the pteranodon's lips, and she cooed, "Well, if you think that this is the best thing ever, just wait and see what I've got in store for you next."

The archeologist returned Maple's gaze with new confusion. What could possibly be even better than her licks? He was too overwhelmed by pleasure to figure it out, but she resolved the mystery just a moment later as she opened her muzzle wide, stuck out her tongue, and wrapped her lips around his tip. It was a ridiculously tight fit, her jaw literally stretched to its limit and her cheeks bulging as she struggled to fit his glans inside her muzzle, but her lust was far greater than her reason, her eyes sparkling with ravenous bliss as she swallowed inch after inch of his gargantuan blue girth.

Barnaby hadn't been prepared for the pteranodon's touch, he hadn't been prepared for her licks, and he was even less prepared for her tight, hot maw as it wrapped itself around his tip, squeezing and massaging his sensitive penis from all sides. He tried to speak, tell her that she was right and that this was even better, but his words melted into a cry of pure delight that rose in pitch and volume with every inch she took. Once again, he was subjected to the best, most intense sensation of his life, his hands, feet, and every fiber of his body so tense that they were trembling while only the tip of his tail flicked around wildly.

Maple gagged and groaned with horny determination as she pushed further, gliding her partner's sensitive dong deeper and deeper down her hot, heavenly throat and bulging her surprisingly stretchy, scaly neck. Yet, she didn't manage to take him all the way to the sheath, and she had to pull back again, leaving just about the top third of his throbbing cock soaked and glistening with her spit.

Barnaby whined with needy disappointment as the wonderful warmth and tightness vanished. "Oh, Maple! So good! Love it!" he gasped between shaky breaths, peering at her with growing lust. "C-can you do that again?"

The pteranodon didn't say anything. She just smiled at the male and kissed his tip before she plunged her muzzle back onto his giant rod, taking it down her wet, hot maw again, and again. She bobbed her head back and forth with slow but insistent force, gagging, groaning, choking, and drooling profusely as she sucked him off, stroked him with both hands and swallowed the swelling stream of pre that gushed from his pulsing schlong. Her slurps and smacks were music to Barnaby's ears, her gags and moans the most thrilling sounds he had ever heard, and every inch she managed to take him deeper made him squeal and howl with greater bliss, letting the whole nightly forest know that he was having the best time of his life.

At the same time, the female's sluggish progress awakened something hitherto unfamiliar in the inexperienced male, triggering a deep, primal desire inside him that his virgin mind could neither control nor even comprehend. He needed more of her divine throat, he craved more of this intoxicating, addicting rush of pleasure, and without thinking much about it, he wrapped his hands around the pteranodon's head. "Ah, Maple…" he moaned. Then his instincts took over, his grip tightened, and he pulled her down onto his giant dong with unyielding force, shoving inch after inch of his fuck meat down her gullet, bulging and stretching her neck and soon her chest with his immense, throbbing girth.

Maple's eyes widened as Barnaby suddenly asserted himself, and she choked violently as he fed her more of his cock than she could handle by herself, but she made no attempt to stop him. Instead, she went limp and yielded to his forceful advance. Her grip around the base of his cock loosened, her eyes rolled back into her head, and tears spilled down her bulging cheeks, mixing with the saliva that spilled from her stretched lips.

The sinosaur was too overwhelmed by lust to notice his partner's reaction, however. He had gone cross-eyed, his vision blurry with pleasure and his drooling tongue hanging from his open muzzle while only a single thought remained in his horny mind: More! 

Eventually, the hung archeologist bottomed out in Maple's throat, her lips pressing against his furry, sweaty sheath, soaking it with hot spit, but he still craved more. Without a second thought or warning, he pulled back and extracted almost a foot of his fuck meat. Then, the urge to bury his shaft took over again, and he plunged it back in, driving every last inch down her maw with a squeal of mindless joy. "Maple, your mouth feels so, so amazing!"

Just as Maple had bobbed her head onto his cock before, Barnaby started to pump her muzzle, forcing his gargantuan rod in and out of her hot, clenching cake hole. His thrusts were slow and sluggish at first, as he struggled to overcome her throat's incredible tightness, but she soon loosened up, and as he succumbed further to the escalating rush of stimulation, he naturally went faster and faster. Pouring every ounce of his strength into claiming her perfect muzzle, he squealed with every thrust, "I love it!" his words barely even coherent half of the time.

In response, the pteranodon could only choke and gag, her arms, legs, and the rest of her body quaking as she struggled to take her partner's neck-ruining girth. Eventually, she couldn't even keep herself upright on her knees anymore and her legs split apart, her lower body collapsing onto the soft forest floor while Barnaby kept her head firmly locked within his hand, refusing to let go.

In fact, Maple's new, splayed-out position, the view of her eagerly wagging tail, her plump, round butt, and a curious big, damp spot on the fabric between her thighs tickled that primal part of his brain in all the right ways, amplifying his lust into a desire to mount and breed. With an open-muzzled groan, he straightened up and bent over her, his hands releasing her skull to wander up onto her waist, getting a good hold of it. Then he started to buck his hips. Hard. But with his mind clouded by lust, he barely understood what he was doing, his muscles essentially moving on instinct alone as he didn't just fuck her snug throat, but hammered it with the full strength of his body, and he went even faster when he caught a whiff of her scent.

Even hidden beneath her overalls, the pteranodon’s wet, dripping cunt emanated a potent smell that unmistakably smelled like her, yet was enriched with sweet and zesty scents that fueled the blazing desire inside the male dino into a raging wildfire, that had him squealing, screaming, and howling into the night as he rutted her with a flailing sack and uncontrollable need. And as he gazed at the twinkling stars above, he wondered if there was an end to this heavenly rush of bliss, or whether they would still be going when the sun rose above the horizon. "This is so good! I want to do this forever!"

Unfamiliar with the concept of orgasm, Barnaby eventually noticed a strange, tingling tightness building inside his loins. It was a tension and urge so uncomfortable, yet so wonderful, leaving him whining in confusion while he couldn't help but thrust even faster. "S-something's happening! Something's coming!" he managed to moan, and while Maple couldn't reply, a powerful shiver raced through her body and her next gag was wetter, noisier, and needier than every other.

"Aaaaah, it's coming out!" the dino archeologist finally screamed, tossing back his head and slamming his whole, monstrous cock down his partner's throat before his muscles locked up and his mind exploded. Nothing could compare to this moment. It felt like discovering all the fossils he had ever discovered at once. The pleasure overwhelmed him so much that his senses failed him, his vision blanking and his ears as if plugged with cotton. Not a single thought remained in his head, all worries and concerns washed away by the most perfect relief he had ever experienced as if he had found something he didn’t know he had needed all his life.

While Barnaby's brain was wrapped up in the first-ever climax and his body so tense that his muscles trembled from the tension, his gargantuan testes started to clench and jump with a wet, noisy gurgle, churning up decades' worth of saved-up seed. With a violent, almost painful flex, his abdominal muscles sent the first spurt of cum on its way, but it would take a few more contractions until it reached the tip of his giant dong. All the while, his fuck meat throbbed and thrashed vigorously inside Maple's throat, bulging and thickening from the sheer amount of thick, gooey semen that rushed through it.

When the first squirt finally spilled from the sinosauropteryx's cum slit, it erupted with enough force to shake Maple’s whole body, filling her stomach halfway to the brim at once. And that was only the first taste of the diluvial, dammed-up flood that had been slumbering in his balls. Each of the subsequent mighty throbs that raced through his schlong carried along a fresh gush of hot, sticky seed, stuffing and soon swelling her belly faster and more thoroughly than the most sumptuous meal.

For just a moment, Barnaby was perfectly happy with his situation, wallowing in his magnificent first orgasm while the pteranodon's snug, stretched throat massaged his titanic cock with every gag and muffled groan. But when he looked down, a single glance at the female's fat ass rekindled his need, and a single whiff of her pheromone-laced scent flooded him with the urge to keep going. 

With a guttural, almost bestial growl, the male dino started to move his hips again. It didn't matter that he was still cumming, as the pleasure from pumping her muzzle, dragging out her lips, and triggering more wet, noisy gags and groans only sweetened the rush of relief. Sure, strings of sticky seed gushed and spilled from her muzzle, splattering on his legs and the ground to create a formidable mess, but the sensation of her cum-lubed throat made thrusting even easier and faster, exacerbating the stimulation and elevating his climax to even greater heights until he forgot where and who he was.

The senseless, perfect high trapped the archeologist's mind and body seemingly forever, yet it ended sooner than he was prepared for. He groaned with disappointment when it tapered off, and while he thrust even harder to keep his orgasm going, he couldn't even delay its end for another five seconds.

As the previously impenetrable veil of lust released the male’s brain, sobering clarity returned with the force of a hammer to the head. Where there had been pleasure before, there now was uneasy overstimulation as he felt a strange, sticky wetness on the fur below his waist. And then he realized that he was still hugging Maple with his whole cock buried inside her muzzle.

"O-oh, w-what… what just happened?" Barnaby stammered, grimacing and groaning as he hastily pulled his oversensitive penis out of the pteranodon's throat.

Once the sinosaur's tip slipped out with a wet pop, the pteranodon took a shaky breath and started coughing.

"Maple, I'm so sorry! I don't know what just came over me!" Barnaby apologized with a burning blush, stumbling a step back only to trip over his shaky legs and plopped onto his butt, hitting his back against the mossy boulder with a thud. "I didn't mean to do that. It just happened. Are you okay?"

The female dino kept coughing, heaving, and reeling from the relentless face-fuck for another moment. Then she took a deep breath, wiped the strands of cum and spit from her muzzle, and heaved herself up onto all fours. And where distressed shock was still written all over Barnaby's face, another apology on his tongue, her strained grimace turned into a big, excited smile. Looking at him with a hungry sparkle in her eyes, she purred, "Yes, I'm okay. I'm great, even. Fuck, I didn't expect a virgin to take control, and even less for you to go that hard, but I guess I underestimated you."

"Y-yeah, sorry about tha…"

"No, don't be sorry. Stop being sorry, Barnaby," Maple interrupted him with a wave of her hand. "This one's on me. I poked the raptor and got what I deserved, but you know what?"

"W-what?"

Maple's grin widened, her pointy teeth gleaming in the light of the campfire. "I loved it and I'd do it again. For someone who doesn't know how to fuck, you fuck really well. And hard. Fuck, I'm really gonna feel that tomorrow, but it was worth every second."

"O-oh." A cautious smile grew on the blushing male's face, his heart pounding in his chest as the pteranodon's horny excitement rubbed off on him. But while his guilt melted away, his confusion over everything that had happened so far remained, and he gingerly dipped a finger into the splatters of cum that soaked the fur on his crotch and thighs. "A-also, is it supposed to be this messy?"

"Yeah, sex is messy, especially with someone who's got nuts as big as yours," the pteranodon giggled, licking her lips as she ogled Barnaby's huge, downy breeding orbs and his drooping, but still half-hard cock, the veiny blue skin soaked and dripping with his spunk and her spit. "And that's not even half of it. Look what you've done!" She rose up onto her knees and showed off her bloated, inflated belly to him, so full of cum that it stretched her overalls to its seams. "That's all your cum."

Barnaby's eyes widened at the view and a powerful twitch raced through his schlong, stopping it from going entirely limp. On one hand, her belly looked uncomfortably swollen, but on the other hand, it couldn't be that bad given how ecstatic she looked about it. It also got him more excited than it had any right to, and he started drooling as he kept staring at it, his rod stiffening back to full size. "Cum?"

Maple's grin faded as she blinked at him in confusion, and she snorted, "Yeah, cum. Like, what else would it be… oh, right…" Her voice trailed off. Then her grin returned with twice the toothiness and twice the mischief. "Cum. Semen. Sperm. Nut butter. Love juice. Baby batter. That thick, gooey stuff you're lugging around in those big breeding orbs of yours," she explained, pointing at his testes before she began to peel herself out of her tight, stuffy overalls.

Only one of the synonyms she used for the cloudy white liquid rang a bell for Barnaby. Sperm. But once he linked it to his vast knowledge of books about fossil anatomy, he realized what the stuff was that was dangling off his fingertip right now. "Oh, this is needed to make eggs, right?" he said, unreasonably proud that he managed to figure this out on his own. But then a wave of dread hit him. "B-but we haven't made eggs right now, have we?"

Maple burst into profuse giggles, shaking her head and laughing so hard that tears ran down her cheeks while Barnaby just stared at her with an open muzzle and a blank expression. "No, silly. Maybe it worked like that for some of your fossils, but that's not how it works for us dinos," she explained once she had reined herself in again. Then she continued to strip out of her overalls, pulling down the sturdy fabric to unveil her bare, scaled shape and the first hint of her fat, dripping pussy to the stunned archeologist.

Finally, the pteranodon tossed her clothes aside and lay on her back with a toothy grin. Slowly splaying her legs, she revealed her plump, soaked folds to the male, and she spread them further with her hands, showing off her deep, glistening reds and pinks. "This is how we make eggs."

Barnaby wasn't quite able to put a finger on it, but there was something about the tone in Maple’s voice, about the eager sparkle in her eyes, her hungry grin, her rounded, swollen belly, and her wetly clenching vagina that sent a thrilling shiver down his spine. "It is?"

"Yes, it is. Do you want me to show you how it works?"

"A-are you sure this is a good idea?"

Maple didn't respond immediately. Instead, she looked at the petite, feathered sinosauropteryx for a moment. Then she glanced at the campfire, the dark woods, and the sparkling stars in the night sky above before she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. "Yes, I can't think of anything better and don't worry. I'm not in heat right now, so we won't actually make eggs," she explained, looking at Barnaby again with half-lidded, lustful eyes. "And I'll promise you that it's even more fun than the blowjob."

All the fun, none of the consequences. The pteranodon’s arguments instantly convinced Barnaby and stoked his excitement even further. After all, he now had an idea of what awaited him, and he couldn't wait to get more of that indescribable pleasure. "Okay, that sounds good," he squeaked with an eager nod. Then he tilted his head. "So, how does it work?"

"Well, first I need you to come closer," Maple cooed, inviting him with a wave.

Barnaby had never jumped up so quickly, and he hurried toward the presenting pteranodon with his giant dick wildly swinging about. Her next beckon urged him to get down on his knees, and as he obediently dropped down, his swollen blue schlong landed on her huge, swollen belly with a wet smack. The sheer heft of his member made her middle slosh and jiggle, leaving a glistening, goopy imprint of their mixed juices on her red scales.

When the archeologist opened his muzzle with an embarrassed blush, Maple shook her head. "No, don't say anything. Don't apologize. You're doing great," she warbled, licking her lips as she ogled the fat, pulsing slab of cock meat that rubbed against her inflated middle. It was so big that it reached all the way across her torso, the hooded, leaking tip almost touching the tip of her beak while his gargantuan, downy breeding orbs rested against her plump butt, filling out the space between her thighs. Undeterred by his immense size, she instructed Barnaby with an excited quiver in her voice and a flick of her wrist, "Now move back and press the tip of your penis against the entrance of my vagina."

The virgin male nodded with an open muzzle. He appreciated the clarity of his partner’s guidance as he shuffled backward and dragged his massive fuck meat across her bloated midriff until his glans slipped down between her legs. It naturally ended up at the swollen, puffed-up folds of her pussy, her powerful twitch and breathy gasp betraying how sensitive she was down there. Not to mention how wet she was. As his tip was marinated in her hot, sticky juices, he finally understood what she meant earlier. "You're so wet!"

"Yes, I've never been so wet, and it’s all thanks to you, big boy," the female dino cooed and slid her hands onto her inner thighs, spreading her plump pink folds with a juicy slurp. "But don’t stop there. Go on. Push your tip inside me."

Barnaby nodded and gritted his teeth as he focused on aligning his fat glans with Maple’s clenching cunt. Although he had never done anything like this before, he could tell that it would be an incredibly tight fit. It was as if he was attempting to put a tree trunk into a keyhole, so he went as slowly and gently as he could.

As expected, the pteranodon’s folds refused to budge as the dino archeologist pushed against them. He had to steady his cock with both hands so it wouldn't slip away on the thick layer of juices that soaked everything between his tip and her slit, but when he cast a skeptical glance at her, she moaned with unwavering determination, "Keep pushing!" So he kept pushing, gingerly ramping up the force as he leaned more and more into his push.

Finally, just as the sinosauropteryx was about to abort his seemingly fruitless endeavor, Maple's folds yielded to the pressure and granted his tip entry with a wet, sloppy squelch. Only two inches, that's how much he managed to slide inside her incredibly snug channel on his initial thrust, but it was more than enough to melt his words and thoughts into a mindless moan of pleasure. A moan that the female dino joined with a fulminant, guttural scream as he stretched her entrance wide open, and his delight instantly flipped into worry. "Oh no! Maple, are you alright? I didn't mean…"

"Keep pushing!" The pteranodon's voice was shaky, but it oozed a level of need and authority that admitted no opposition. Gripping her own ankles, she bent her legs as far back over her chest as she could, and with a hungry glow in her eyes, she growled, "And don't you dare stop until you've buried every last inch of your big, fat cock inside me."

Maple didn’t have to tell Barnaby twice. With no more hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, but instead of shoving his dick deeper inside her, he ended up pushing her whole body across the ground. He was too big and she was too tight, but while the sinosaur was an innocent, inexperienced male, he wasn’t dumb. Putting two and two together, he leaned forward and wrapped his hands around her waist to get a good grip on her scales. Then he tried again, and that time, she didn't slip away.

"Ah, harder, Barnaby!"

With an obliging nod, the feathered dino gritted his muzzle and increased the force. Flexing and straining his muscles, his gargantuan rod finally slipped deeper inside the pteranodon with a jerk and squelch. From there, he claimed the rest of her wet, clenching channel with a slow, forceful thrust, stretching her pussy wide open and visibly bulging her abdomen, inch by inch by inch.

"M-maple, you're so tight!" Barnaby groaned, his voice trembling as his brain was flooded with the same surge of stimulation as from her blowjob. But where her throat had been like a tight, firm hug, her pussy was much stretchier and more accommodating as it wrapped itself around his throbbing, veiny schlong. Where her gullet had been great, her vagina was divine, and he wasn't even halfway inside her yet. "You're so right! This is even better!"

"Fuck, and you're so big. It's like you're splitting me in half with your giant dick," Maple howled, spittle spraying from her open beak. "But don't stop! Keep going! Deeper, Barnaby!"

The sinosaur could tell that Maple was struggling with his girth, just as he struggled to push the rest of his mighty blue cock into her snug depths, but her vociferous pleasure was the most potent encouragement he could imagine. Not to mention how the pheromone-soaked nectar that gushed from her stretched cunt flooded the air with her sweet, intoxicating musk and thickened the shroud of lust around his mind with every breath he took. Once again, his horny instincts were on the verge of taking over, but he forced himself to stop before he succumbed to his surging lust. "M-Maple, I think it's about to happen again."

"What's about to happen again?"

"Like, that thing when I l-lost control over myself and pushed you down onto my p-penis," Barnaby whined. His whole body was shaking as his instincts compelled him to keep going for more of this sweet, unparalleled pleasure, to thrust, to claim her, to breed her.

A big smile grew on the pteranodon's beak and she let go of her ankles, wrapping her legs around the male’s back and her hands around his head. With gentle force, she pulled him toward her face and slid her beak around his, invading his muzzle with her tongue in a deep, wet kiss.

Barnaby froze. His heart hammered in his chest and his eyes grew as wide as the full moon that was rising in the night sky above them. He was completely out of his depth as he received his first-ever kiss from Maple, and he only hesitantly indulged her taster's offer to a dance. Shocked and inexperienced, he aimlessly squirmed his tongue against and around hers, but that didn't diminish the throaty, passionate energy of her moan as she shared this special moment with him.

When Maple finally pulled away with a wet smack, she purred, "Don't worry about me, Barnaby. Just let it happen as it happens and give me all you got." With every word, she tapped her feet against his buttocks. "Now fuck me, stud, and fuck me hard."

Maple’s kiss, her words, her teasing touch, any one of them would've sufficed to convince Barnaby to continue, but together, they completely shattered his shaky restraint. His only response was a needy groan as he tightened his grip around her waist and thrust with all his horny might, ramming the rest of his gargantuan fuck meat into her tight cunt.

At least, that's what Barnaby's lust stipulated, and he whined with all the more disappointment as his thrust ground to a dead halt only two inches deeper. Where he had managed to trench his entire rod in her gullet, something inside her pussy stopped him halfway already. Whatever it was, it also elicited a boisterous response from Maple. Her whole body arched up as she screamed with overwhelmed pleasure, but her effusive delight only spurred him on further. Without hesitation, he yanked back his hips and slammed his giant schlong back inside her and against that sensitive spot with a heavy groan, again and again.

The feathered dino's forceful thrusts drew even louder, more explosive squeals and cries from the female pteranodon. Every time he plunged his monstrous member inside her, he spawned a fat, throbbing bulge on her scaly abdomen and jostled her swollen, sloshing belly, and every time he pulled out, he tugged along the folds of her plump, plush pussy, dragging her sex out by an inch before it released his cock in a profuse spray of her juices. A spray that only grew wetter and messier as the pounding against her cervix pushed her over the edge. 

”Fuck! Yes! Barnaby, I’m cumming!” Maple’s howl resounded across the entire woods, waking all that was asleep, as she tensed up and dug her claws into the ground in overwhelmed bliss.

"Aaaaah, you're squeezing me so much!" Barnaby squealed as he was surprised by the violent, orgasmic contractions of his partner’s channel. Her fem cum sprayed and splattered all over his swollen blue cock, his sheath, his heavy sack, and his entire lower body as he fucked her throughout her climax, and he roared with primal triumph when he finally overcame that pesky barrier inside her. Loosened from his pounding and weakened from her orgasm, her cervix surrendered to his next thrust, and he immediately sank his glans and another five inches deep inside her womb.

The pteranodon screamed at the forceful intrusion, and her channel convulsed even harder, rewarding the male with the most intense massage he had ever received. "This is so good! So tight! So warm! C-clenching so much!" he whined before his voice deteriorated into an incomprehensible cry of pleasure.

Barnaby didn’t fully understand what had just happened, but he relished every single inch of her frantically contracting cunt as he took full advantage of Maple’s subjugated cervix and continued to drive his blue breeding meat in and out of her. Thrust after thrust, deeper and ever deeper, he stretched out her uterus and soon distended it so much that a new bulge appeared atop her inflated, sloshing middle.

Before long, the sinosauropteryx managed to bottom out inside his squealing, cumming, completely lust-broken partner. His downy sheath met her stretched, bulging folds in a messy, sloppy kiss and his two melon-sized nuts slapped against her jiggling butt cheeks in an unambiguous promise. Buried balls-deep, he found himself face-to-face with Maple and in the perfect position to wrap his arms around her back. He hugged her so tightly that her inflated belly pressed against his and the bulge from his cock rubbed against his chest, and with their lips only inches apart, their next kiss followed a heartbeat later.

With no skill and all passion, Barnaby wrapped his muzzle around the pteranodon’s beak and glided his tongue around hers, making out with her in an aimless joust. Wet smacks joined sloppy slurps, and their guttural grunts and moans echoed across the clearing and into the woods as his hips continued their relentless motion.

Unwilling to loosen his embrace and stop kissing Maple, Barnaby could no longer pull back all the way, but he more than made up for the lack of distance with raw force and speed. With the thrilling tingle of an orgasm stirring in his loins, he fucked the pteranodon ever faster and harder, and with every thrust, he carried her climax to even greater heights, ensuring that she would keep cumming all the way until he was ready to join her.

Until then, the feathered dino's rutting frenzy continued unabated, and as he hammered the pteranodon, the world around him slipped ever more from his mind. Soon enough, he lost himself completely in the rhythm of his thrusts, in the rapturous sparkle in Maple's beautiful eyes, in the softness of her scales, the warmth of her body, and the perfect, clenching tightness of her pussy. This was the longest time in years in which not even a stray thought of fossils had struck the archeologist's mind, and it was also the best time he had ever had. Who would have thought that that annoying, useless slab of meat he had been cursing so much could be such a ton of fun?

It was so much fun, in fact, that Barnaby almost completely forgot about the building tension inside his loins until he was on the verge of his orgasm. "Y-your vagina… so good. Ah, M-Maple, it's happening again. I'm about to b-burst," he squealed.

The pteranodon's response was immediate. "Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes! Do it! Cum inside me! Fill me! Yes!"

Spurred on by Maple's passionate squeals, the male dino poured everything into the last few moments. He pounded her so hard that the slapping of his fat, swollen nuts against her butt echoed throughout the forest until all his pent-up lust crashed down on him at once. In one last thrust, he buried his giant blue rod inside her pussy just as he had buried inside her throat, broke their kiss, and threw his head back, howling into the night sky, "Maaaaaaple!"

Barnaby’s fat, swollen fuck meat flexed and bucked inside the pteranodon like an unruly mount, whipping up her orgasm into an even more explosive frenzy, and his massive sack jumped and clenched violently as he melted down with ultimate bliss. The flood churning inside his majestic breeding orbs was even larger than the first time. It was as if his body knew that he wasn't dumping his seed down her gullet, but spilling it into her fertile depths, no matter if they were compatible or not.
 
The first spurt of baby batter that erupted from Barnaby's tip was so big and powerful that it visibly distended Maple’s scaled belly, stretching out her womb to make room for the rest of his inordinate load. Within a few squirts, he inflated her so much that his cock's outline was no longer visible on her rapidly expanding, sloshing middle, and he had only just gotten started, pumping his virile sperm inside her like a fire hose.

Maple screamed with mind-broken bliss throughout her partner's torrential eruption, and her channel continued to clench and tighten in a frenzy, milking every last drop from his bloated breeding orbs as if the gallon he had forced inside her uterus wasn’t yet enough. The sheer rush and intensity of the pounding and now the stuffing made her ovulate, dropping a few of her ripe eggs right into a roiling sea of virginal, but highly potent sperm. They technically shouldn't be compatible…

Neither the pteranodon nor the sinosauropteryx were able to reflect on how closely related their species were in the evolutionary tree, though, as they were trapped in the same mind-shattering rush of pleasure. And when Barnaby's inordinate output was beginning to dwindle, his high starting to fade, he grabbed the ankles of his partner's bent-back legs and defied the call of exhaustion. With a throaty roar, he pulled his spurting, tensing breeding log out of Maple’s pussy, only to ram it in again, continuing to fuck her as if it had never stopped with the same vigor and twice the depth. Dragging it back all the way to the tip, he stretched and tugged her convulsing folds out to their limit before he plunged back in, forcing a profuse gush of his cum and her juices from her channel at every thrust before he nutted another big, gooey wad straight into her womb.

Just like the pounding, the squealing and howling recommenced. Even wetter slurps, squelches, and smacks resounded across the campsite, and the sloshing of Maple’s jiggling, wobbling cum belly alone was enough to drown out the crackle of the dwindling campfire. It was getting noticeably colder without the warm flame, a chilling breeze blowing around the mating couple, but Barnaby was still on fire, his body burning with the horny heat of his first proper fuck. No longer a virgin, the female dino had successfully coaxed out the born breeder in him like a diamond in the rough, and when his climax ultimately ebbed, he welcomed the clarity of mind that followed with a contented, blissed-out smile.

"Wow, you were right, Maple! This was the best thing ever!" the archeologist raved as he pulled his blue cock out of the pteranodon, dislodging his tip from her stretched, battered folds with a sloppy pop.

Massively gaped and still clenching from her violent orgasm, a big, gooey gush of cum spilled from Maple's cunt, and she had to catch her breath for a moment before she was able to respond. "Fuck yes, that was the hardest fuck of my life," she moaned, a strained smile on her muzzle as she sluggishly wrapped her winged arms around her doming, heavily inflated belly.

Compatible or not, the pteranodon looked like she was incubating half a dozen eggs, and the sight sent a hot thrill through Barnaby. "Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?"

Maple's grin widened, her pointy teeth shining at the sinosaur as she purred, "And did I ever tell you how kissable you are?" Then she waved at him, patting the spot on the grass beside her. "Come here, handsome."

The pteranodon didn't have to ask Barnaby twice. With an eager nod, he dropped next to her and glided his arms around her, cuddling up and pressing his giant, cum-drenched blue cock against her warm, scaled body. "First the fossils, now this. This is the best day of my life," he sighed, kissing the female dino on the cheek. "Thank you so much for showing me all of this, Maple. You're awesome."

"You're more than welcome, Barnaby," Maple purred. Wrapping one hand around the feathered dino's head and the other around his dripping cockhead, she shared a deep kiss with him, lip on lip with their tongues wetly intertwined. The archeologist still wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do, but the other dino rewarded his aimless, but eager efforts with a giggle and a teasing stroking. "Also, how about we share a tent tonight? Make ourselves all nice and cozy?"

"Yes, that sounds great," Barnaby replied with an eager nod, giving Maple another kiss on the cheek. He had had a great feeling about the rest of his archeological expedition, even if he hadn't expected the fossils to take a backseat, and he couldn’t wait to find out which other exciting surprises the next days would bring. Or even just this night, as he was feeling all hot and tingly again. Perhaps the pteranodon was up for more fun once they had retired to the tent? For now, though, he simply basked in the warmth of the smoldering campfire and Maple's beautiful body, enjoying her comfy hug and teasing caresses while she taught him how to kiss a girl properly.