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yiffymix2 Checkpoint for base generation and inpainting
tekakutili-dinosaur-v10 Lora to help with inpainting
Photoshop
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There was a commotion as you pushed through the underbrush towards the towering ruins you had been tracking in the distance. Initially your mind registered a hostile movement from a large predator that could have easily meant you were about to be lunch. All you saw was a flash of teeth and the large slavering tongue. Her head had swung up in surprise. A burst of adrenaline had already infused your body with the warm rush of fight or flight. You had nearly started to leap back through the foliage and back to camp as fast as you could when warm strings of saliva flung across your face and snapped you out of your panic. She had been licking something when she started to attention. Your heart skipped a beat and your entire face flushed when you finally pieced together all the dripping body parts. You had obviously interrupted something personal and her eyes were hungry, but it wasn't the type of hunger you had been expecting.

"Oh..." was all you could say as her gaze fixed directly on you and your eyes wandered over her form. Her expression was no longer one of surprise or embarrassment, but one of intent. The dinosaur emitted a deep-chested rumble, resonant and full of bass, something you almost felt as much as heard, though curiously it neither sounded threatened nor threatening. It ended with a lilt, which if you didn't already know about their intelligence would have sounded like a question. You didn't speak their language, but the intent was clear.

Over your shoulder her tail pressed against your back, encouraging you out of the foliage and down into the soft mud of the stream bank. Her body loomed much taller than you and her stimulated cloaca was conveniently at face level, contracting and glistening hypnotically. As you stood transfixed in front of her, not knowing quite what to do, you felt the tip of her tail snake into your shirt neck, briefly straying below your belt line before beginning to lift it off.

Who could say no to an invitation like this?