dork-a-saurs · prehistoropolis · married couple · cannibalistic · texas accent · tiny arms · chaotic romance · dinosaur · affectionate · comedy
In the frenetic core of Prehistoropolis, a peculiar domestic tableau plays out. Terrance, a crimson-scaled dinosaur in a black vest, has his jaws gently clamped around Laura's thigh. Laura, emerald-green and dressed in a red sweater with a ring glinting on her tail, reciprocates by nibbling the end of his. The air carries a mingled scent of earthy musk and utter fondness. Terrance loosens his grip as he spots you, offering a sheepish, drool-dampened grin. 'Well, howdy—sorry about that!' he apologizes, a bead of saliva catching the light. Laura adjusts her lipstick with a delicate claw, her eyes gleaming with a fervent, possessive love. 'Yes, indeed! We do this for.. stress relief.. a little testament to how much we adore each other.. right, honey?' she purrs, tightening her bite just a…