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The fight was not over.
Despite the severity of their wounds, the Ancient and Ursula continued to tear at one another – arch-enemies who would not stop or rest until one or the other was dead. With blood clouding the water to the point that neither of them could see, they struck at one another, triangular teeth and conical fangs gnashing and slashing.
The Ancient began to weary of the protracted struggle. His battle with the enormous fish had proven more taxing than expected, and his cold reptilian mind drew on memories of a thousand battles, searching for a means to end things.
Without warning, the huge shark came charging at him once more, barreling through the bloody water like a locomotive with teeth. The weary pliosaur backpedaled, his snapping, twenty-foot jaws extended like giant shears, to shield his most vulnerable spot, his belly. At the same time, he blanketed his opponent with a non-stop barrage of noisy echolocation clicks, to confuse and disorient it.
Suddenly, the shark went low, and with powerful sweeps of her two-story-high caudal fin, tried to come up under him. The Ancient saw his opening and took it. Inverting completely, and then powering forward with a push from all four of his charter-boat-sized flippers, he did a complete barrel roll, dodging his tenacious opponent and exposing her Achilles heel – her nape.
With rattlesnake speed, the pliosaur struck. His already bloodied and torn jaws, lined with teeth measuring over two feet from root to tip, were still the most powerful on the planet, and they closed on the Megalodon’s broad neck like a vice.
The shark, feeling the huge reptile’s fangs begin to sink in, flailed and struggled, but it could not break free. Unfortunately for the Ancient, the enormous breadth of the fish’s neck, coupled with the extreme width he’d been forced to extend his jaws, prevented him from exerting his full bite force.
He had the shark by the throat, but he could not finish it.
A wrestling match ensued, with the two titans of the deep thrashing back and forth in the near-darkness. The Megalodon fought desperately to break free, while the Kronosaurus imperator sought to sever her spinal column and end it.
As they spun slowly end over end, the Ancient realized there was another chink in the monstrous shark’s armor: Tonic immobility.
As he turned her belly-up, the old pliosaur felt his adversary stiffen. A moment later, she went limp. Her struggling ceased, and her eyes were wide and staring. Once upside down, she was paralyzed.
She was his to do with as he pleased.
Still hovering underneath the 200+ ton Megalodon, the Ancient loosened his jaws and shifted his grip. He began working his way up the side of its neck, toward the blood-rich gills that were, to an always-ravenous marine reptile, a delicacy.
He was going to consume the catatonic shark alive.
He was halfway there, the scoop-shaped openings in his palate drawing in the enticing scent of his pending meal, and causing him to drool in response, when he caught another scent. It was powerful, persuasive, and intoxicating.
Had the Ancient been more intelligent, he would’ve not only realized that the huge cow Megalodon was in estrus, he would have known what that meant. But for all his experience, he was not and did not. He only understood the pre-programmed responses that the shark’s powerful pheromones had on him. The fact that they were entirely difference species mattered not – his testosterone levels were peaking, and his need to procreate began to assert fully.
Arousal won out, overpowering the old bull’s territoriality, his temper, even his need to feed. He could feel his phallus throbbing eagerly within his cloaca and, with a crocodile-like grin, began to maneuver the powerless Megalodon into a more suitable position.
He no longer viewed the shark as food. He was going to mate with it.*
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*This “excerpt” from Kronos Rising: Kraken volume 2 was actually an elaborate 2018 April Fool’s prank. It does not appear in the actual novel. Furthermore, the author neither endorses nor approves of marine reptiles taking advantage of or abusing sharks of any kind. Lastly, no sharks, extinct or otherwise, were injured, impregnated, or contracted any Mesozoic venereal diseases during the completion of this blog post. For an actual sneak peek into Max’s latest book click on: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07DJZ84VH/ref=series_rw_dp_sw