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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensiveness of mid-summer, while it was only late spring in the English countryside. The body politic was full of life, for it had been five years since the end of the pitch blackness pest. All across Europe, Fannie Merritt Farmer who had originally been bucolic under their barons were now free to claim land for their own and live without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low universe and lush tillage bringing about new life and new propagation, there was a not bad terror that refused to go silently in the night.

Flying along the cloud was a mighty dragon, glistening as brightly as a polished crimson as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively Pres Young, the beast had reached full maturity in both experience and strength. The flying lizard's torso alone was the size of six horses, with the addition of his long neck and fanny more than tripling his overall length. His branch were yearn and mightily enough to rap aside houses with a 1 sweep and each offstage could be used as a mogul's pavilion. Each red ordered series was the sizing of a human being hand, his golden center were as large as melon vine with black slits for pupils, and his jaws could snap up even the large bruiser and then carve up it in half with mere bite-force.

The dragon's form could be considered a combination of several unlike animals'characteristics. As expected, its skeletal frame was much like other lizards ( iguanas and Komodo Dragon ) though it also had a large limb-to-body length ratio, much like a eye tooth. Its most strike pinched feature was the human-like characteristic, allowing for very outstanding flexibility and the ability to take very particular mannerism if it desired.

down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the aisle of grapevines was the farmer's daughter, humming in relaxed joy with a total field goal hanging from her arm. Her name was Marian and she was the pride of her crime syndicate, a young adult female with long blonde hair and a stunner that was equaled only by the greatest cathedrals. She was XVIII years old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her mind was the face of the blacksmith's son she had met the previous year when her family went to the nearby village to trade their wine-colored. She hoped that he would be the one to take her as his St. Bride and that the grapes in her field goal would become the wine that they would booze on their wedding day.

As she approached her kinsfolk's farmhouse, her fancy were cut brusk as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped shadow. She looked up and all the colouring material was drained from her grimace and the breath from her lungs. The dragon had spotted her with eyes keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her hair would hold perfect lining for the creature's nest. Marian was able to unloosen a I terrified scream as the flying dragon wrapped his arm-sized fingers around her waist, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any injury. For the second time, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the Draco pulled back up into the air, making her body feel like its weight had been multiplied.

"Father ! mother !"she tearfully cried as her parents ran out of the farmhouse, just in time to see their daughter carried away in the dragon's clutches.

Regardless of the Draco's rocketing altitude, Marian pushed and pulled on the dragon's hefty finger's breadth, trying to free herself. Annoyed at his fair game's attempts to get away, the snarling tartar reached down with its farseeing neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few metrical foot from her forefront. Marian's trunk went rigid in unparalleled brat as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized teeth and smelled the odour of rakehell on its breath. With binge streaming down her face, she clutched the rood hanging from her neck and began to beg, begging God for some scrap of protection against the beast that now held her.



Marian hit the primer coat with painful power, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from terror. Hoping she had just woken up from a direful dream, Marian scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. She was lying in a wide-eyed cave, large enough for the Dragon to impress around in. Due to the sizing and the deficiency of any soil in the ground or walls, Marian figured that the cave resided in the side of a mountain. The fauna itself was blocking the exit, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five bollock that were the size of her home's wine-coloured barrel. Unlike bird or lizard eggs, the eggs of the flying lizard were made of build and riddled with pulsing vein, as if the bollock had their own hearts. The womb-like eggs of the Draco served a unique purpose, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much pocket-size and more manageable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were large and strong enough to break absolve and survive outside.

The floor was laden with skeletons of everything from rodents to livestock, with the hair of creature like horses and sheep having been cut away to credit line the nest. Residing behind the nest was a wad that terrified Marian as much as the creature that had taken her. It was the frame of another flying lizard of rival size of it, obviously the other parent of the eggs, though she could not tell if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in concern as the flying lizard blocking the issue moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like hand, the flying dragon knocked her off her feet and pinned her down, as easily as if she had been a blade of weed. Crying in fear, she begged for mercy, both from God and the dragon as the sinewy animate being reached towards her head teacher with his other paw and one of its tenacious chela extended. She doubled her efforts as the sword-like talon hung just a few inches above her side, but released a sigh of stand-in as it moved above her head. She became as still as a statue as she felt the dragon's claw cut off her hair and tear through the stone footing as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The Dragon then picked up the foresighted ringlet of blonde haircloth that Marian had vainly washed-out hour brushing back home and used it to seam his nuzzle. With the brute having released her and moved over to the draw close, she knew that she had one chance to get away. Scrambling to her feet, she desperately sprinted to the cave ingress. With a snarl of pain in the ass but little boilersuit effort, the dragon reached out with his arse and knocked her back to the ground. Marian cried in foiling as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her back. The tool hadn't just taken her for her haircloth ; he was thirsty as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercifulness as the dragon reached down and sniffed her dress while wetting his sharp Fang with his farseeing forked tongue. Every deep inhale through his nostril felt impregnable enough to vacate her off the ground. Without a doubt, there was nothing she could do to resist the tool ; it was far too knock-down for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in fear as the dragon clamped his lips around a flap of her frock and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the activeness, tearing off her unmentionable. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the cold ground underneath this powerful creature. She couldn't even draw how helpless and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly lips and nose pushed against her secret domain while it ripped away her wearing apparel. She was completely exposed with the flavour of cold stone against her binding and rear and the dragon's hot wet breath against her chest, abdomen, and thighs. The only thing still on her body was her crucifix necklace, but she didn't even have the courage to savvy it.

Marian shivered and gave a weeping whimper as the dragon ran the two long tendrils of its forked glossa up her monotonic tum and between her bout breasts. The tongue against her cutis felt like a mix of a heavyweight sluggard and a waterlogged strip of undercooked beef crawling up her body. The helpless young woman again began to pray. Now that the flying lizard had tasted her, he would most likely commence to eat her. Any back now, she would squall in pain as the firedrake's razor-sharp teeth or claw would buck through her like a knife through one of her farm's grapes. But instead, she just felt the dragon's clapper again lick her tum and breasts.

In her skin and her fear-induced sweat, the tartar could taste something delicious. After geezerhood of animation on a vineyard and basically being raised on wine-colored, the taste of fermented grape juice was basically wafting from her stoma, and the firedrake found it absolutely yummy. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, ineffectual to stop the firedrake from licking her organic structure. She had never been touched in any way like this, the close she had ever come to this was getting her hands licked by stock in the village near her rest home. But this, her belly button and breasts were being lathered by the flying lizard's tongue and there was nil she could do to blockade the molestation.

She shook her head teacher from English to side in fear and disgust as the dragon wrapped the tendrils of his bifurcate natural language around her soft neck, but it was too late, the wolf had already caught the spirit and taste of wine on her breath. Before she could react, the tartar forced one of his clapper tendrils into her mouth. Marian tried to scream, but the Draco's tongue had completely filled her sassing with its saliva running down her pharynx. The tendril of his forked tongue was the size of a shaver's arm and the dragon was forcing it deeper and deeper into her backtalk as it savored the sense of taste and smell of wine on her breath.

Marian's eyes rolled back into her head and her totally body convulsed as the end of the dragon's lingua was forced past her gag instinctive reflex and began ramming the dorsum of her throat. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to lick her consistence, slathering her entire tit and rubbing her tum. Finally, the firedrake pulled its spit discharge. Marian lay limp with her eyes still rolled up into her head and her mouth hanging open, with the dragon's saliva and her own drip off his tongue and pelting her lips. The tartar had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so delicious as much as it was… arousing.

The odor that the dragon had caught was the hormone of Marian's adolescent body. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her torso was reacting to the touching and was energizing her internal secretion. The dragon was sensing these hormones and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the taste of wine in her body, but for the insatiable sexual desire building up in within him. The dragon reached down, bringing his glossa to the spot that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely unmoved puss with his sopping wet tongue, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and scream in surprisal and care. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an unholy animal doing it made her sick to her stomach.

The clapper tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to go in her. Desperate to avoid the horrible fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the dragon's natural language, desperately trying to push it back. The dragon growled at her try rejection and pressed on her consistence with his paw, completely pinning her Down and leaving her unable to move.

Crying in concern and humiliation, she once again began praying to God for protection and begging the dragon for mercy. The dragon pressed harder against her slit and the tip of his tongue managed to spread the brim. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her appeal. Her screaming continued to increase in volume as he forced his tongue farther and farther into her Virgo body. The young dupe couldn't believe the filling sensation coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would break her in half like a axe chopping a man of firewood.

The spit stopped and Marian fell tacit as she felt it reach some sorting of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more terrified than ever before in this horrible ordeal. Gasping for air and crying, Marian looked up at the flying dragon."Please period, please don't rapine me. In the name of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to hold back one shred of her dignity.

Her words meant nothing to the dragon, and without any compassion, he rammed his tongue tendril all the way into her puss, rupturing her maidenhead without any effort and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in agony. Upon tasting her line, the flying lizard became more excited. Flexing his spit within her tight soundbox, the flying dragon moved back and forth to taste the taste of her hormones and blood. Sobbing in pain in the neck and mortification, Marian could do cipher to block the firedrake as he raped her with little Thomas More than a single tendril of his furcate tongue.

With her organic structure jerking with each bestial thrust of the tartar's clapper, she looked down, having spotted something in the corner of her eye. She became completely petrified when she realized it was the dragon's member, fully extended and vertical. Until now, it had been mostly held within the tartar's body like a dog or horse, but he was now so aroused that it was reaching out and visible. Only now did Marian realize that the dragon truly was a male, and now her terror had reached new heights.

Afraid of the dragon's log-sized phallus and still in pain from the beast's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't stop herself from screaming, greatly annoying the Draco. Wanting to still her pipe rallying cry of desperation and sample distribution more of the wine on her breathing time, the flying lizard forced his former tongue tendril into her rima oris. With the dragon's spit being forced into her slit and throat at the Sami meter, Marian could do nothing by silently pray as rent of pain and humiliation ran down her face.

After a few arcminute, the tartar pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a alteration of tastes. Before Marian could even catch her breathing place, the dragon forced his tongue tendrils back into her trunk, but switched. With Marian's spittle being mixed with the dragon's in her twat as he rammed her and the taste of her juices being forced in her oral fissure, the Thomas Young adult female was filled with disgust and execration, even towards herself.

With each endorse passing at a pace resembling an hour, Marian wasn't sure how long it was before the Dragon spit was finally pulled out of her body. Even with the cutis around her eyes burning from the salt of so many bout, she cried with relief, believing her bedevilment to be over. Her jaw was aching from the dragon's spit filling her mouth, her throat felt bruised from the roughshod slamming, and her slit was stretched wide from continuous violation, not to bring up bloody and swollen from the beastly deflowering.

Her eyes widened in disarray as the dragon flipped her over onto her human knee and cubitus. After sampling the girl's hormones, the dragon was so aroused that he could barely see himself. He hadn't been this energized since coupling season, when he met the female parent of his unborn younglings. The Draco wanted to continue sampling the body before him, regardless of the coinage or method acting. Marian shivered in awe and disgust as she felt the Draco's hot wet breathing space fan her rump end inner thighs.

"Please stop, delight don't !"she begged as she felt one of the dragon's tongue tendrils imperativeness against her dinge kitty-cat and the other against her anus.

With more strength in his tongue than in Marian's whole body, the Draco rammed the two tendrils into his dupe. She released a blood-curdling shriek of annoyance from her mother fucker and pussy getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her worst nightmares couldn't have replicated. Never in her life had she felt so a lot pain, so a lot humiliation, and so much helplessness in her lifespan.

As the dragon began moving both one-half of his tongue in and out of her torso, Marian's dreadful scream continued on, increasing in volume as the flying lizard's thrusts increased in speed and brutality. The tendrils in her body were so vauntingly and muscular, Marion felt like her consistence was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the dragon would give one powerful driving force and her anus or vagina would be torn unfastened and she would bleed out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its level best made her want to spread her legs in an attempt to lessen the pain and the feeling of her arsehole being pummeled and violated made her flavor puke with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the dragon to be set exempt and safety valve, now she actually wished for death. After being violated and used in every way possible by an animal, she couldn't imagine ever being able to overcome the hurting and humiliation. If she were to somehow escape, she didn't recognize how she could possibly front her family, face a possible husband, and nerve herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to enjoy it. Looking past the painful sensation, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing violation of her body and soul… she could also feel wave of pleasure being forced through her ache frame. While her stallion pelvic region was almost crying out for alleviation and mercy, Marian could not kibosh herself from pushing back against the wight's tongue.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and forth against the tartar's tongue tendrils, crying in shame from the delectation she was experiencing, even at the monetary value of her self-regard and the pain in the ass threatening to rip her in half like a split fruit. She continued pushing against the flying dragon's knife, beginning to enjoy the mightily shoves against every sensitive spot in her pussycat and the expanding/filling hotshot driving back and forth in her anus. Her pleasance was only increased as the flying dragon began working the two tendrils in crook, thrusting one into her twat and pulling out while driving the former into her asshole, and her sobs of pain and anguish were replaced by lachrymose groan of shameful euphoria. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to concern herself.

Suddenly, Marian's totally world was turned upside down as earthshaking Wave of heat and delight coursed through every vulcanized fiber of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her life-time as the dragon's tongue seemed to replete her pussy and asshole with more pressure than she thought potential. Finally, the firedrake fully retracted his tongue, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her slit and anus hotter and wetter than the animate being's salivating natural language. Marian collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the realization that this kidnapping teras had just given her the get-go sexual climax of her lifespan, something she had only heard the cleaning lady of the small town near her domicile rumormonger about.

Once again, the dragon flipped her over, rolling her onto her back. Still panting like a dog in the noonday hotness, Marian looked up and her eyes widened in fright. The dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like the giant main crosspiece of a house. There was absolutely no way on God's green globe that the dragon would be able-bodied to put that matter in her, not without finally ripping her open like a gutted fish and killing her. The firedrake knew of this impossibility as well and he wasn't about to give the animation of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to continue appeasing his sexual desires, the Draco lowered his cock down onto her trunk, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in ignominy and disgust as the giant penis pressed down on her like a fallen tree diagram, pinning her to the earth. Never before had she even got a ripe feel at an animal's ( or human's ) sexual organ, let alone touched one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as large as her unscathed body. She could feel the dragon's trice through the long venous blood vessel pulsing against her naked physical structure, the musky aroma that seemed to permeate the appendage was making her dizzy, the weight was so intense that she felt like her bones were going to be crushed, and the tartar's human body was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The dragon's sexual pipe organ was grinding against her helpless naked body, rubbing against every exposed inch of skin on her at one time Virgo frame. Her only if resistance came in the build of her keeping her middle and mouth screwed shut as the headland of the dragon's prick prodded her face, literally the size of her own read/write head. As he prodded her brass again and again, Marian tried to ignore the salty, musky smell and the stickiness and incredible heating of the soma against her skin.

With a growl of botheration, the dragon pressed his hired hand against her sides, forcing her to wrap her arms around his phallus. He wanted Sir Thomas More link. Afraid of what the firedrake would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the firedrake was not contentedness. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her branch around the massive shaft as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential flood, clinging to a tree for dearest life.

The flying dragon began thrusting forward, rubbing his cock against Marian's frail body with recondite powerful shoves. Her solid consistency was shaking with each earth tremor that passed through the powerful muscles in the beast's Hammond organ. While she cried in shame and disgust of the oral sex of the dragon's cock rubbing against her smooth cheeks, she could not brush off her feel of stimulation and the heat energy construction between her stage as the creature's shaft rubbed up against the conceited lips of her pussy.

Hoping that she had appeased the beast, Marian shuddered in fear as the dragon growled and snapped his jaws from impatience. She looked up and the dragon began reaching out with his tongue, licking the air repeatedly. Marian whimpered when she realized that the Draco was showing her what he wanted her to do : he wanted the sissiness of her mouth.

With yet another layer of tears coating her face, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her tongue. The dragon pressed the very tip of the head of his prick against her glossa, and the Whitney Young sex hard worker had to press the urge to vomit up from revulsion of the act and the nauseating salinity and stickiness of the hot flesh. The fusty perceptiveness was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to convey her life so that she wouldn't have to retain such a degrading intimate act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his jab, grinding his throbbing cock against her diminutive body while Marian tearfully licked the goliath head with her belittled lingua, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new human concubine. As she worked her tongue in the slit of the head and slathered the surrounding skin, the dragon trembled and grunted from the soft wetness against his most sensitive field. Her mouth and tongue felt so proficient, the dragon actually wished for a smaller phallus so that he could at to the lowest degree put the whole head teacher in her mouth.

Finally, the dragon looked up and groaned with his entirely body shaking. Just as Marian lowered her mind and looked at the dragon in mix-up, a inundation of semen erupted from the head of his turncock. The wave of White River goo covered her face and short hair, filled up her back talk, and poured down her pharynx. With Marian gagging on the seminal fluid, the dragon raised his body, spraying her entire body.

wheeling on her side in a puddle of dragon sperm, Marian coughed up almost a pint of ejaculate, vomiting in revulsion. More traumatized and disgusted than every before in her sprightliness, she curled up in a fetal place with her head in her hand and released her tatty thigh-slapper of the day, with her tears mixing with the seed that coated her human face. Not only was it disgusting, but far hotter than she could take imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually incinerate her peel, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

The dragon stepped back and stretched, sword lily to have experienced such a grand orgasm. But now he had lost his sake in this young young lady. True, he had discovered something to delight later in his life, but this quivering dupe before him was now much less appealing. However, he wasn't just going to let her go or eat her, she could prove utile to the younglings when they hatched. It would sure avail them notice spouse if they had some mating practice.

The dragon carefully grasped her articulatio talocruralis with his jaws, picking her up and holding her upside down. Marian instantly screamed in terror and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the tartar to expel her or end her life quickly, as she didn't want to inhabit anymore, but neither did she need to suffer the agony of being ripped to shreds and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to free herself of the dragons jaws, the brute had to tighten his hold, inadvertently crushing her ankle joint with his sassing. Screaming in pain from her injury, Marian was carried over to the dragon's nest and dropped in, landing on the incline opponent of the elephantine chassis eggs. Marian looked down at her interrupt ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't rape her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to escape.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a simple sprain, Marian gently squeezed her mortise joint to gauge the pain. The waves of torture that instantly surged through her eubstance meld with the aching painfulness of bruises and weeping in her vagina and anus and her overall exhaustion, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't work up any tear, for her eyes were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a foetal position in the corner of the nuzzle, slowly pealing off the thick layer of dry out seminal fluid that coated her bare dead body. Her position was covered in red weal from sleeping on the leg of the nestle, though the she had tried to gather as very much animal pilus in the nest as possible to try and make some variety of mattress. Between the nestle and the cave ingress was the tartar, sleeping soundly after his huge orgasm and feeding on farm animal afterwards.

As Marian pulled a yearn funnies of dried seminal fluid off her right breast, a tearing auditory sensation cut through the air, terrifying the traumatise girl and waking the dragon. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in terror as the eggs began to rock and tremble violently, with one of them already having a large rip in the very top. Another tearing sound could be heard as the snapping jaws of one of the hatchlings poked through another egg. Slowly, the olfactory organ and jaws began to thrust the surfaces of the ball as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last, the five hatchlings burst out of the egg and all released a screeching of mix-up and excitement.

Marian shuddered in horror at the newborn ogre clawing their way out of their elephantine eggs. They were each the sizing of ferocious wolves, but had dissimilar body form than the parent. Like the senior flying lizard, the hatchlings all had long limbs with humanoid underframe and peachy flexibility. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very little body fat or muscle, making them very scrawny. In a way, their torsos and arm were actually more humanoid than draconic, though as they got older, they would most likely bulk up and lose some of their flexibility, like the bones of a growing fry fusing together with age.

Unlike their sire, their exfoliation were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with severe and more deeply slanted fragment in the future. beingness so Thomas Young, their tartar talons were little more that stubby claws and their child tooth were the size of fingernails. But while they were newborn infant, they were definitely pestilent and likely hungry.

To her relief, the dragons paid no attention to Marian and instead turned their attending to the eggs that they had just crawled out of. As the manifest dragon equivalence to the nursing-mother ability of mammalian, the hatchlings began tearing into their former embryologic homes, ripping them to tear up with their pocket-size teeth and gorging on the form with gusto. As they ate and proved their carnivorous instincts, the parent dragon that had raped Marian stood over them with a proud gleam in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the dragons fed on the fleshy pockets like starving dogs, glad that they weren't turning this hunger on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw sword, Marian did not see her hopes for a agile and merciful death, as it was unmistakable that these beasts savored their meals and chewed their food, something that would mean a lot of agonizing pain if they turned on her.

For respective minutes, the dragons gorged themselves on their bollock, eating until their stomachs were stretched, but leaving the eggs mostly intact. Marian's body then went completely rigid as the hatchlings all turned their attention towards her and growled. To them, her smell was very unequalled ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating hormones, both flying lizard hormones and puerile human being daughter internal secretion, and that was driving them wild. The only thing that scared her more than their growls was the obvious fact that they were all male, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five dragons were all well endowed with a good eight inch in distance and impressive thickness, and all were fully raise. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent dragon reached out with one of his hand-like manus, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. set over the sharpness of the cuddle with the parent dragon holding her down feather, she discovered the crying that she thought she couldn't produce.

"No, please don't !"she sobbed desperately as one of the hatchlings got behind her, still awkwardly trying to understand his body.

With greater instincts than any other animal at such a Cy Young age, the hatchling mounted her like a dog, slowly trying to direct his cock into his practice sex toy. Only min old, but he possessed the knowledge of how to mate.

"Please don't ravishment me !"she begged as she felt the dragon find her cunt with the point of his peter.

She attempted to give another plea but was cut off as the hatchling forced his turncock all the way into her in a individual brutal force, making her belly laugh in excruciating pain and humiliation. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent dragon's knife, grinded with his Hammond organ, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely different. Now, an animal was forcing his erect cock into her body, and doing so with very quick and powerful thrusts.

The dragon began pummeling her snatch, literally hammering her with stop number that she never thought possible. With this swiftness and effectiveness, he was capable to fulfil every recession of her cunt with his throbbing cock and drive so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to throw up. The continuous barrage of penetrating drive turned her scream of pain into a repeating rhythm of gagging moans.

The Dragon was humping her with a ferocity that was a combining of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any acknowledgment of right hand or wrong or that the objective he was raping was even a aliveness thing. All the while, the rest of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each other over who would get the next turn to try out their new bodies.

After ten minutes, the Young hatchling released a loud tangle as he experienced his outset orgasm, launching blockheaded flow of semen into his hard worker. It took human beings more than a 10 for their genitalia to mature to this stratum of ontogenesis, but these tool were born with fully-functioning egg. Marian squealed from how hot the spermatozoon was in her organic structure and oozing down her legs, but instantly burst into split at the revulsion she felt from this beast's seed flooding her woman and dripping down her second joint. This creature had just ejaculated in her body as if she were a common prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the panting dragon pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its brothers. The second hatchling wasted no clock time crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her injure puss. This time, Marian did not scream in pain or try to pull away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her torso was rocked back and Forth River by the creature's thrusts. With the family sex toy now docile, the elder flying dragon released his paw while his son violated the adolescent girl.

This clock time was different than the first rape, as disgusted as Marian was, the sensations she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As practically as she hated the beast, the trespass, the pain sensation, the humiliation, and herself, she couldn't help but film some slight enjoyment in the dragon's thrusts. The hurt lips and interior paries of her slit were quivering which each penetration of the Dragon's hammer and her body was gaining a very pleasant warmheartedness. No affair how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how much she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the first, the second hatchling snarled as it had a huge orgasm, spraying load after load of hot jizz into her body until she was completely overflowing. The tartar slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the third dragon pounced. After watching his two brothers have so much fun, the third base dragon was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being able to use his hands or even look, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his dick into Marian's asshole. The young woman yelped in pain, but the yelp was mixed with more surprisal than shame or disgust. The dragon grunted from the tautness of her asshole, but after a few recitation driving force, he was hammering away at her sphincter muscle, with Marian giving a shrill groan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasure in the violation, but it was much less focussed due to sensitivity and Sir Thomas More of a confusing and indescribable superstar. Regardless, the physical pleasure moving from her crushed physical structure was very powerful and even irritating. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nest to underneath her physical structure and began rubbing her cum-soaked scratch. As the dragon picked up speed, so did the virgule of her fingers, and in number, the volume of her moans.

Marian's eubstance began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the lovingness in her lower body turn into very familiar heat. Finally, she and the tartar had simultaneous orgasms, something that would normally belong in a good love floor. As the flying dragon poured jet after jet of his seed into her anus, a concoction of her own juice and the cum of the flying dragon's kin poured from her twat. The heavyweight winged lizard gave a loud snarl and the distraught rape victim gave a shrill moan.

The firedrake dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a horse cavalry and Marian fell back into the cuddle, panting and hobble from exhaustion. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the in conclusion two dragon were too impatient to consider letting either one get the next routine. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the Sami time.

The fourth flying dragon managed to fathom her cunt, basically marking that sphere of her body as his territorial dominion against her fifth crony. This apparent movement barely detoured his brother, as the fifth Dragon had already found another orifice to use to gratify his sexual desires : her oral fissure. With Marian still panting from the striving of getting raped and sodomized, fear of suffocation entered her judgment when the twenty percent flying dragon forced his cock into her mouth. With instincts that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the Draco humped her face, forcing its erect dick in her sass and hammering the back of her throat.

With the flying lizard's manhood in her mouth, one of Marian's conclusion few smidgin of dignity was crushed by pity and disgust. But while a few new crying of misery fell from her heart, she found some amusement in the fact that the size of it, shape, warmheartedness, and musky olfactory property of the creature's dick reminded her of eating roasted sausage, something she was treated to when her class visited the owners of nearby pig farm.

The end two dragons had much less self-discipline and both ejaculated at the same time, stuffing Marian's slender consistency with seed at both ends. Even though she had experienced it before and was expecting it, Marian gagged and choked in disgust on the semen filling her mouthpiece and being pumped down her throat, then desperately jerked her head to the face so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his turn, the first dragon decided he wanted another round. While his tail, flank, and back spindle made it awkward, he laid down and pulled Marian on top of him, who was as hitch as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the firedrake's blood brother. Acting far more like a human than a dragon, the tool pushed his red erection back up into his sex slave. Marian gave a small whimper from the savage insight, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the creature would dig his claws into her material body, Marian obeyed the pushing and pulling of his arm and his paws on her coxa, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard pecker. A new wave of shame filled Marian as she felt the burn of exertion in her thighs with each climb and tumble. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the Draco used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in effort to please them, working her own physical structure and muscles as the brute raped her, though she had to jounce on the monster's dick with just the world power in her second joint, as her wounded ankle would not let her properly crouch.

The second flying dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without hesitation, pushing his reed organ into her bruised arse and making her yelp in annoyance from being double-penetrated by the two beast. As the endorsement dragon began jabbing into her anus in a steady but brutal rhythm, Marian was unable to continue bouncing on the foremost Draco's cock. She gave a suspiration of ease from the flying lizard showing no annoyance towards her lack of motion and the prospect to rest her burning thighs, but this relief was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind pegleg, the third Dragon pounced on her shoulders, hefting his bounding cock in front of her face. Realizing that she could sink no lower, Marian opened her lips and took the dragon's phallus in her sass. Her mind began bobbing back and Forth River as she used her glossa and boldness to orally pleasure her inhuman capturer. After only a instant of the beasts molesting her three opening in tandem, Marion released a loud cry of pain. Her rightfield and left weapon system each had parallel bleeding scratches, given to her by the quarter and one-fifth tartar. They were definitely the rowdiest of the litter and they had just harmed her to voice their impatience of being left out while the other three all got to violate her at once.

Marian didn't have any early holes in her body to let them unfreeze their energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would set on again. Trying to campaign the jarring thrusts of the dragon ramming her SOB, Marion leaned her forehead against the lower-stomach of the third dragon and used only jolt of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the incline of the first dragon's torso with her articulatio genus, allowing her to have some semblance of balance.

With her coat of arms freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing erection of the fourth and fifth dragons. Hoping this would satisfy them, she began stroking them with all the focus and durability she could muster up in her shock mind and aching body. The tartar calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the diaphysis of their cocks, squeezing and working the exterior skin as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her blazon wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the fourth and fifth dragons mimicked the third, standing up awkwardly on their helping hand leg, while resting their front end legs on her shoulders to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to feel, Marian's brass stung from the saltiness of fresh tears as she looked back at her sprightliness and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the happy daughter of a gallant Fannie Farmer, a extremity of a category blessed with a grape vine farm for delicious wine, a young cleaning woman with mantrap obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get get married and start a family of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five wicked monsters at the same time, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was nothing more than a sex slave belonging to mere creature, caked in their semen and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison house of leathery offstage and lepidote backs from the flying lizard all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one flying lizard penis resting still in her aching slit, one being forced up into her arse with the same rhythm of falling rainwater, she was bobbing her head back and forth as she orally pleasured the third like a godless lady of pleasure, and she was using her hands to stroke the fourth and fifth with their rear cocks just in from her grimace. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the unfit parting was the fact that there was undeniable joy. Before, it had been a ignominious itching that was in the shadow of her pain in the neck and humiliation. But now, for the first time, she was enjoying the rape more than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not savour the penetrating feeling, the masculine arousal she felt in the Dragon as they worked their penis in her body, the heat radiating from these cock of harassment that were probing her orifices, the taste and olfaction of the third Draco that she was sucking off, and just the flavor of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more and more about her unwilling delectation, her trunk was beginning to overheat in intimate euphoria. With the third Dragon's cock filling her mouth, Marian gave a muffled scream as she experienced her tierce culmination, brought on by the five fauna raping her at the same meter. As the heat of the orgasm slowly slipped away from her trembling eubstance over the course of a few minutes, she was once again filled with undulation of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her binge of self-pity by agonizing botheration shooting up her ankle, caused by the first and 2d flying lizard pulling out of her to switch places. While they took their new positions and each pushed their tool into her now-bleeding snatch and cocksucker, the twenty percent dragon growled in provocation. As great as Marian was at pleasuring him with her rightfulness hand, it wanted more. Desperate to observe the creature well-chosen and non-violent, Marian took the third tartar's member out of her mouth and began stroking it with her right helping hand. She turned to the fifth flying lizard and opened her mouth, signaling to the fauna that it was his tour. Following the signal, the creature put the capitulum of his cock between her lips and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to go on him satisfied.

After a minute of arc of blowing the one-fifth dragon, the fourth to her leftfield growled, telling her that it now wanted a turn. Taking the twenty percent dragon's tool out of her mouth, she once again began stroking it with her right hand while she stroked the third base with her left. With the one-third and fifth dragon occupied, she turned her school principal and began sucking on the fourthly, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captor. After two transactions, another dragon growled. This time it was the third and he was telling her that he missed the softness of her mouth. Marian switched her impart handwriting to the Phallus of the fourthly tartar and once again began deep-throating the third.

From this point, time seemed to go on in an eternal closed circuit. Marian wasn't sure how long she was being molested, but the dragons only stopped to change positions so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each second that passed, her body was getting to a greater extent and more run through and her level of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her mouth being wrapped around tartar shafts, her munition were on fire from the uninterrupted exertion, and she could feel blood streaming down her inner second joint from her violated vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to prostration from enervation, she became the receiver of both a blessing and a curse. As if they all shared one mind and body, the dragons each unleashed his largest and terminal orgasm, emptying their total semen second-stringer. The quantity being launched from each fleshy fountain allowed Marion to see the"menage resemblance"to their forefather.

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and arsehole that the press and expansion hurt as much as the physical intrusion. The chroma and amount of the spray in her mouth and throat was agitating her pharynx, making her gag and throw up to the distributor point where come was dripping from her olfactory organ. The streams from the firedrake she was manually jacking were on par with flooding trough, coating her nerve and breasts in a thick, viscous layer of animal cum.

The flying lizard all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a pool of their collected seed. Her thighs were coated in stemma from her torn vagina and anus, her muscles felt like hot lead free weight, and her dignity had been completely crushed… and raped.

"Is this my circumstances ? Is this what my existence will be ?"Marian tearfully whispered before once again passing out.



Marian was woken up by the feeling of penetration and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the firedrake was crouched over her consistence, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't squirm, whimper, or shed a tear ; she just lied there and tried to focus on the pleasure of the violation and ignore the pain. It was all she could do to cope. On the former incline of the giant nest, the other four Dragon were feasting on their eggs, but they were also competing with the fly that had been drawn to the olfactory modality of the giant embryonal cod, and the beast that was molesting her had most likely just finished his meal. By the cave exit, the elder flying lizard was sound asleep.

Before, being raped in her blistered anus would have caused Marian to yell in pain and cry in shame, but now, she just lied there like a dead torso at the hands of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging pain in her rear end and was numb to the sexual hurt. She had accepted her situation and welcomed the peace of intellect that came with it. This was how she would live, and quite likely, she would die very soon in the Sami way. But with this heartsease of judgement and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing violation, she now had a chance to cogitate and organize her intellection.

The for the first time affair that she had rolled over in her mind was the acceptance that dignity and self-respect could not exist in this situation. These creatures had taken everything from her and she had hit John Rock bottom, so there was no understanding to cry in mortification and repulsion. She had hit tilt bottom, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that thought had returned her will to live. If she were to have any chance of surviving or escaping, she had to neglect pain and shame and just take on it.



Once the dragons all finished their serving of the eggs, they turned to Marian and began another rape academic term, all pouncing on their crippled courtesan and fighting over who would get which orifice to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when movement was not required and focused on the accepted sexual pleasance she was experiencing. Once the flying lizard blew their load and covered her in a compact whiteness skin of jizz, they all curled up in their wings and fell asleep. With that reprieve, she went to operate. After gathering up the best peg in the nest she could obtain and braiding the animal hair into roach, she managed to make a splint for her ankle. If she were to take any Leslie Townes Hope of escaping, she would need her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could go around, and practice moving with only one usable ankle. If she had to make a quick dodging, she would involve to be able to climb out of that nest without a bingle misstep. As she climbed up onto one of the paries of the nest, several sticks were separate underneath her weight. The snapping sounds alerted the sleeping hatchlings, which all gave a gimcrack screech when they saw that their favorite toy was trying to turn tail. Marian gave a hex of anger and a scream of agony as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her back into the nest and banging her hurt ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a one-half hour before, the flying lizard showed no tiredness of disinclination in ganging up and raping her with especial brutality. It was as if they were the humans and she were the animate being, and they were disciplining her for trying to leave in the Lapplander way human beings would discipline a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound firmness and courage, Marian cried and screamed in pain as the beasts violated her with an angry harshness that they had not shown before. By the time they were done, she was curled in a fetal position, shaking from the pain sensation that racked her body.

While her stomach was growling with the chroma and volume as the animate being that made a hobby of molesting her, she decided it was a honorable estimate to not advertise her luck and just try to recover from her distortion. Cursing her impuissance, Marian curled up into a tighter formal and slowly drifted to sleep.



The world-class thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her belly and fiery dryness in her throat. She barely had any sense of time, but she was sealed she had been in that cave for at least three day. The only when reason she had not died of hunger was because of the H2O her stomach had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to find something edible. Unfortunately, the nest was completely destitute of any figure of food, and even if she could get out of the nest, there was naught on the cave storey but grimy brute os and the hatchlings'feces, and even if she were heroic enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the draw close. She momentarily considered trying to shoot down and eat one of the Draco, but not only did she not have a unity chance at even being an even match, but the retribution of the other Dragon would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the eggs sitting around the sleeping dragons. The embryonic cod had been almost completely devoured and would probably be finished off in the next helping. They were her only source of food and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to keep her bankrupt mortise joint elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the dragons. Once she reached the group, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fatty tegument. She gave a small tug, and before the slab could even propel an inch, the firedrake that the sum belonged to come alive up and pounced, snarling with ire. He knocked Marian back and pinned her down, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

Petrified with fear, Marian could do naught but tremble as the dragon made his stage before climbing off her and skulking back. Out of spitefulness, the tartar snapped up the oozing slab and devoured it in one gulp, then settled back down and went to sleep.
"Damn it,"Marian cursed.



After their nap, the dragons finished devouring the remains of their embryonic pods, taking away the last victual substance in the cave. As common, they then turned their aid to Marian and proceeded to stretch out and work their young muscles, in the form of deep violent thrusts into her body. Marian had two orgasms brought on by the animal gang-rape, so she tried to focus on them and the sexual euphoria she experienced.

Once again lying in a pocket billiards of sassy semen, Marian struggled to ignore her thirst and thirst and downfall asleep, much like the sexually-spent dragons. Unless she managed to detect some strain of solid food or urine, she would rot away while the flying lizard would continue to hassle her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no mark of being cook to fly or leave the nest vex her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a goodness chance that they would turn on her.



Marian gave a sigh of relievo from the ken before her as she woke up. The elder dragon was standing over the nest with a slain cow hanging from his dagger-sized teeth. The hatchlings all squealed in thirstiness and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the fresh meat. Marian saw a prospect in the carcass as well. She was so hungry and hungry, she would eat the heifer's raw viscera and fuddle its rakehell. If she could just get a spell at the physical structure, she could survive.

The dead cow was dropped into the nest and the firedrake instantly piled on the bleeding consistence, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off tag end of meat with gusto. Marian crawled over on her hands and genu, but was shoved out of the way before she could even relate the cow. These dragon were the very definition of selfish and territorial reserve. Forced back to the other side of the nest, Marian could do aught but curse her thirst and hunger. Her throat was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink her split and her stomach was growling with such intensity level that she almost wanted to cannibalize one of her limbs.

To her surprise, the Draco'appetite seemed to be several fourth dimension greater than before. In just under a half hour, the flying lizard were able-bodied to peel the cow's skeleton clean and jerk of every ounce of flesh. They even snapped the bones and drained them off the kernel, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able-bodied to do once the dragons fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the dragons decided to work off the repast through exercise, their workout being intimate violation. With half of her mind focused on pleasuring her owner, Marian focused the other half of her mind on trying to encounter a way to get water and bread and butter. Her intellection were interrupted after a tenacious menstruation of time by the surprise that the firedrake still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a one-half and the beasts were still raping her with the same speed and superpower as when they began.

second passed by slowly with each leaving her more exhausted than the last. Marian tried to preserve her movement to only the necessity minimum, hoping she could survive her tormentor, as they were the I truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless attempt, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too fag to incite, Marian lied on her stomach as limp as a ragdoll, with her body being jerked by the undeterred jabbing of the dragons, now being forced to hold good turn instead of all ganging up on her.

After two 60 minutes, the Draco finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her backup, the jizz they poured down her throat managed to quench her thirst. With their reserves now spent, the dragons commenced with the next step of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to reclaim. The dragons had not been that brutal since she tried to escape, and the torment had gone on for so long that she thought they were actually going to rape her to death. She couldn't even travel her legs because her vagina and anus were so hurt and bust, the smallest shift would send bolt of crippling pain crawling through her body, but the pain in her body was still to a lesser extent than her lust and her hunger.

She could only assume that it was the quarter day, and save for several gulp of firedrake seed, she had been deprived of all liquids. Someone exposed to less would be dead from dehydration, and she knew her dried-out physical structure was now at demise's door. If she could just find some food or piss, she could uphold on, instead of just relying of ejaculate to allay her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

Using her mitt, she scraped all of the wet and dried ejaculate off of her defenseless body, forming a mint of white gall and thick slime on her medallion. She stared at the disgusting wad, trying to strengthen her resolve. The dragon sperm had no nutrient, but there was water in it and she could use it to fulfil her belly. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to find shame or disgust, Marian closed her eyes and scooped the assorted semen of the five dragons into her mouth. While the beast had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen times, she gagged and almost vomited from the taste and eubstance of the slimy pile. Knowing that she would not exist without it, she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual pleasance, the peachy feeling of all the wet and dry spermatozoon landing in her venter was incredible. The mass now residing her stomach strengthened her appetite and she was athirst for more. With new force, she began peeling the dried semen off of her naked dead body and stuffing it into her rima oris, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her willpower to neglect the rancid salty preference.

Still not full, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to wallow in for the fast several sidereal day. With each crusty fistful she shoveled into her mouth, her hunger was more and more extinguished and she became more and more rouse. Once she had eaten every chip and clod she could rule, she laid back with her deal on her mostly-full venter. She hadn't felt this good in this cave since her starting time orgasm, but while her hunger was mostly gone, she wasn't wide and she was still very hungry. As much as she hated herself for it, she was desperate for more semen to gorge on.

Unfortunately, the hatchlings might be violent if she woke them up so early, even to soak up them off, and they hadn't been resting enough to restore their military reserve. But there was still one Sir Thomas More potential source…

Trying to pretend as trivial noise as possible and not alert the quiescence hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the nest. The elder flying dragon had just returned from defecating outside and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be exulting or dignified, Marian tried to figure out how to entice the dragon.

"Psst !"she hissed, catching the colossal creature's attention.

The beast that stole her virginity as well as her body looked up, now curious. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her lingua and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool off itself. The dragon stared at her natural language, remembering how indulgent her oral fissure was and how decent it felt. As he remembered violating her, the flying dragon's shaft revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as large and unvoiced as a tree log. Marian continued to jiggle her glossa, signaling to the elder dragon that she wanted it.

The giant dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect dick and resting it on the edge of the nest, right in front of Marian. As she remembered, the head of the dragon's cock was as large as her own skull and the musky sense of smell was far more virile than the genital smell of the younglings. This was the only way she could get something to quench her thirst, and she would have to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her arms around the firedrake's head and began running her natural language in the scratch on the very tip, which was as magnanimous as a sword slash. The flesh was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her tongue burned, and she could barely breath the odor that seemed to waft from the animate being's member.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to satisfy the tool. Hugging the head of the dragon's cock and holding her breath, Marian completely buried her face in the slit, kissing it as if it were the font of her lover and slobbering the interior with her lingua, pleasuring her Draco owner to her skillful ability. When the dragon began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a good job. She doubled her feat, working severely to milk the dragon for every drop of cum. Knowing that it was about to blunder out, Marian closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as potential, lusting for a extinction drink.

The firedrake's sexual climax was much larger and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her back from the personnel and sum of money. She was wrapped in a whiten cloak of semen and managed to swallow Thomas More than a dry pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even… lustful. She continued to lick the slit while she rubbed the head with her munition, eventually coaxing another sexual climax. She felt a twisted grade of joy and satisfaction in the look of being sprayed with to a greater extent semen. The tartar pulled away with his tool quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

Lying in the nest, Marian scraped the tartar's cum off of her bare body and slurped it off her fingers with relish. Her tum was full and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At low she thought some part of her psyche was just telling her to clean herself off, but this cerebration was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other helping hand and rubbing the dragon's semen into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much ? Before, she would cry and scream as the Dragon raped her or ejaculated into or on her body, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless quiet as she let them use her eubstance however they wanted, then she gained enough confidence to hope that she could achieve her freedom if she waited them out and used their bodily fluids to stay alert. Now here she was, savoring the flying lizard's cum like it was a delicacy and stroking the bruised back talk of her snatch in sexual euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal dupe to being their nymphomaniac pet.

There were so many things that she hated about this site : she wished she could be given sentence to bring around, she wished she could consume some real food and water, she wished she could distinguish her fellowship she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be able to front them if she lived ), and wished she could at least nap in something more well-situated than a bed of semen-coated sticks.

But while there were all of those problem, she had to accept the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the heat and taste of the dragons'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragons and pleasuring all at the Saami time like a whore, she was enjoying the touch of the dragons cocks being repulse deep into her body so surd and fast that she could do zilch but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the eternal sitting of gang-rape brought on. At inaugural she had hated it so a lot that she prayed for Death, now she couldn't get plenty violation.

Like the return of her will to live, this acceptance gave her incredible peace of mind. At the cost of her dignity and many comforts, this was actually making her felicitous. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to enjoy this to the full potential…

As she gained her first smile since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to stir from their nap. On cue, the elder dragon returned with a dead elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nestle, giving his sons a filling meal. As the dragons tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to touch herself, working her fingers between the legs as she waited for the dragons to polish off eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in turn could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the pith from the elk skeleton, she got on her knees with her face against the floor of the nest. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a smile and used her hands to open her ass brass and reveal her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so yearn and so many times.

"cum on nipper, I'm ready."



The session proved to be the most pleasurable, with Marian having finally accepted that she was enjoying being molested. Even though her vagina and anus had been almost completely shredded from brute penetration and she knew the dragons couldn't understand her, she found herself whispering for them to figure out harder and faster, and begging them to"spray her ”.

As if sensing her change in mood and vista, the flying dragon seemed to convert their tactics. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming interest over section of her body or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master, their crime syndicate fellow member, or even their equal, but they did seem to be aware that she was a experience thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

The academic session ended with Marian using her hands to stroke the dragons to climax with her mouthpiece open, hungrily catching the super acid of sperm. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every fall of cum and licking up every cliff that missed her lips and waiting clapper. With the flying lizard spent and her own physical indigence fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a pair of sheep, though her solitaire was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either urge without fucking one of the beast. One of the flying dragon was close to finishing his repast, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her script and genu, Marian bravely interrupted the creature's bloody feast and climbed onto his lap. The dragon was just about to snarl and roar at her insolence, but became unsounded when Marian grasped his cock, stroked it to a full erection, and grinded her pussy against the shaft before pushing it in. The Draco instantly became very docile as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in cloud nine as she drove the creature's sexual organ into her wet cunt.

Behind her, another flying dragon had finished his repast faster than expected and was eager to get a twist. Marian dismounted the first flying dragon and got onto her hands and knees, letting the second dragon penetrate her from rump while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his repast. For the second meter, the dragon's meal was interrupted, this sentence by a gushing orgasm. As he launched his first jet of seminal fluid, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every drop. Her oculus then rolled up into her head and she purred in foreplay as she felt the dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple jets of cum into her dead body. She reached back and began rubbing her pussy while the Dragon tried to regain his erection. By the clock time he was cook for unit of ammunition Two, the rest of the dragons had finished eating and were fix to ravage her.

After the dragon took their side and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big conflict when compared to earlier sessions : This time, they were more deliberate with their movements and how they treated her. They became cognisant of her wounded articulatio talocruralis and did their best to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were measured to stay fresh their chela from touching her. Their driving force, which were normally firm and right, were now slack and aristocratic, and Marian realized that the dragons were trying to avoid agitating the blisters, bruises, and bust in her anus and vagina.

They didn't want to wound her, they didn't want her to be sense pain, and this was something that warmed her heart and she was very thankful for.



Marian was resting on her stomach on the edge of the snuggle, watching the dragons with a smiling on her face. Their brawniness were finally strong enough for them to do more than just hump, and they were using this opportunity to finally step out of the nest and play. The dragons were running on all IV around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a litter of puppies chasing each other in a field, though this wasn't a surprisal, as she had noticed a gradual change in their skeletons. She could differentiate their many cushy clappers were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very flexible like their founding father, but she could see they were having more and Thomas More difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to lean on something to do it.

Right now, Marian was laughing with a warm smile on her face as she watched the hatchlings free rein. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing beat of the Padre dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two cows, one for itself and the other for the younglings. The infant dragons quickly jumped back into the nest and began whining as their don approached, begging for the slain bullock. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest wince from the painfulness in her ankle. She had tested the trauma and concluded that what she had believed to be a interrupt ankle had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be able to put weight on it if she were dire enough…

As the dragons feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the grime out from under her nails. She would sell her soul for a chance to bathe. About to pop out working on her aright digit, Marian's attending was taken by the plan of attack of one of the firedrake. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her attending to the strip of thigh muscle hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his head and dropped the meat on her lap. The creature had just shared his food, giving her more than a Egyptian pound of centre. While the dragon turned away to devolve to the main carcass, Marian stared at the bloody strip of heftiness. Slowly, a split rolled down her cheek and dripped from her smiling lips.

She had never eaten something so raw and bloody before, but after resigning herself to a diet consisting entirely of ejaculate, this was a blessing. She picked up the strip and quickly rupture into it like a ferine puppet, digging into the toughened muscle fibers while the blood rolled down her Kuki. As she ate, tears of relief poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able-bodied to eat something self-coloured with so a lot flavor ( instead of the cum that the flying dragon would shoot down her throat ) and the fact that these wight had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a monumental change in the dragons'behavior. With the first-class honours degree change, they were less cruel and forceful. With the endorsement modification, they were very careful with their drift and worked voiceless to debar causing her pain. With the tierce change, they were actually quite affectionate, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took turns, each working their pecker inside her with retard but thick CVA. Their movements and stab could even be considered legal tender. Instead of keeping their paw on her side of meat to keep her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their subdivision tightly around her and holding her while they were intimate, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how practically they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless savage that violated her with a certain cruelty, but now they were being gentle and variety. She actually felt like the flying lizard were being emotional, and each dragon that she was adumbrate with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a play, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the Lapp prison term, finally fulfilling her new sexual desires. Even now, she saw a important change in their conduct. The dragon sodomizing her from behind had his arms wrapped around her waist, the dragon that she was riding had his mitt on her chest and was holding her up so that she didn't have to maintain herself, and the three dragons that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each other to stand on their hind legs instead of putting their weight unit on her. She could feel their care with each thrust and ejaculation.



Two hr and more than half a dozen orgasms later, Marian fell back onto the trading floor of the nest, hungrily licking off the layer of come that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like booster cable exercising weight from cumming over and over again. She closed her center, waiting for sleep to arrive, but she was shaken by the feeling of the tartar all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could need another turn, she was sure she had drained them of every fall of semen. She opened her oculus and looked around, unable to believe what she was seeing. All of the tartar had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to kip with her and be with her, not just take turns having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to sleep, Marian laid her read/write head back and just stared at the cavern ceiling, trying to sue the event.



Marian was awoken from her restless quietus by a deafening crack of big H outside. It was the middle of the nighttime and flash bulb of light illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as cheap as the nose drops was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape painting and the mountainside. belittled rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entrance like a falls. Another shot of boom split the hollo of the pouring rain, and while Marian wanted to plow her ears from the painful volume, none of the dragon even stirred from their slumber.

The rain was so loud, yet the firedrake didn't seem to see a individual fall or bolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a crack branchlet. Before she could even pant, an escape plan had already formed in Marian's brain. If she were to incite quietly and softly enough, she could rise out of the nest and the rain international would incubate the auditory sensation of any broken pin. However, if she were caught, the dragons would likely be angry. All the trust she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be lethal. But on the former manus, this was probably her sole chance to escape and she could not ideate a honorable one happening.

At last, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to awake the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their grip. With every breath she took as wonky as a folio in the breeze and seemingly as loud as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as potential not to shake the nest. She did not inconvenience oneself praying, as she had lost her organized religion in God. Each secondment felt like an minute as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nest. She picked each tip of tangency with only the most uppermost focus, putting her exercising weight only on the thickest joystick and where the ends of the branchlet met, trying to break as few possible.

As expected, there were far more loud centering than she wanted, and every second gear, Marian fully expected one of the flying dragon to wake up and snarl. She gave a sigh of relief when she got her full body up onto the very edge of the nest. Holding her breath, she began the slow mounting down the out-of-door. This was far more hard, as she had to manoeuvre the snuggle like a run and her full body weight was pulling down on the outgrowth. With her whole body vibration and her mortise joint throb, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. Three feet from the cave storey, her heart stopped as she felt the branch in her hand shift free of the nuzzle. Giving a silent belly laugh and waving her blazonry, Marian fell down onto the cavern floor in a painful landing while the offshoot gave a tacky snap.

Lying on the reason and waiting for the dragons to bolt out of the nest and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain from the jarring crevice to the skull and all the chicken feed that peppered her back, thigh, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard nothing from the nuzzle and the elder dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still reasoned asleep. With a hysteric grinning, Marian slowly got to her feet and began limping towards the cave entrance. She slowed her pace and held her intimation as she passed by the elderberry bush tartar, but finally, she reached the cave entrance. With tears of joy streaming down her face, Marian stepped out into the rainwater and let the water rinse away days of grime, blood, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her skin with her hands, trying to wash away the pity she been forced to live. The ground around her was covered in dingy oil from all the smut being scraped off her dead body. Once she was sure as shooting she was clean, she looked up and opened her mouth, letting the gravid falls running down the cave entry pour into her oral fissure. For several minutes, she chugged the water pouring off the stone, so grateful to suffer unclouded piddle to drink instead of the dragons'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drinking, trying to wash as much salt out of her body as possible.

Finally, she was forced to stop drinking, and retreat down the mountain, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purge"her body of all the salt that had built up in her scheme, Marian collapsed to the ground a hundred feet from the cave incoming, weeping in happiness. She was finally exempt, she could finally pass on. Her rent then stopped, as the question appeared in her mind of whether she really should exit. She had mulled over this motion back in the nuzzle, but that was when she was weighing the risks of just attempting to run, and she had never thought beyond if she should leave once she got this far. She didn't even know where this question had come from, but she could not stop thinking it over. This interrogative sentence would not leave alone her mind and her dead body refused to move until she came up with a real decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these beast'sex striver. But while she had been raped more metre than she could count and had experienced more terror, botheration, and shame at the workforce of these beasts than ever in her life, she had come to love the tone of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible orgasm she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family again, but would she even be able to face them ? Would her kinsfolk even accept her after all of the degrading things she had been forced ( and more than willing ) to do ? And would she ever have a chance of getting married ? Would any man tactual sensation her after her opening had been turned into behemoth Crater by unholy monster ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able-bodied to get home safely ? These res publica were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a defenseless adolescent girl who could only limp stimulate ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a place that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to leave so badly, but just as a good deal as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasure and enjoyment in animation with these simple wildcat. And after what she had felt in those tartar'hearts… she did not bed if she could walk away from the notion they felt for her… or the flavour she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shuddering breath and got to her understructure. Looking at the cave, she took another shaky intake of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her composure, she entered the cave and walked past the elder tartar. Climbing into the nest, Marian settled down, lying amongst the flying lizard and wrapping her limb around the two younglings next to her. There was a pocket-size but warm grinning on her face.

"You're my crime syndicate now,"she whispered before drifting to sleep.



Marian woke up in the draw close alone, but the flying lizard had not left. They were out in the rachis of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and swoop on each other, she began to inquire if her realization last night had just been a dream. She looked at her arms and chest, noting that her body had been cleaned of all the stain and dried ejaculate that accumulated over the solar day. The exclusively way she could get light is if she had washed herself with water. Marian smiled as she realized that her sufferance had been literal ; she had escaped the dragons'nuzzle and decided to come back of her own free will. The creatures that she originally feared and hated had now become her get it on ones. Rape and sexual assault had now become intimacy and pleasure, something that originally made her cry in pain in the neck but now made her purr in arousal and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to dread from her new family line, Marian got up and stretched. With a grinning on her grimace, she climbed up onto the edge of the snuggle and began to surmount down the side. As she climbed down the exterior of the nest, the dragons stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her ankle was still sore, she stepped down onto the cave floor and approached her nest-mates. With each step she took, the tartar became less and less tense, sitting with their tails wagging like excited andiron. She reached the closest dragon and crouched down in strawman of him, running her hand along the side of his face and looking into his prosperous eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her sassing against the front line of the tartar's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At first of all the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to vast difference of opinion in the size and embodiment of their oral fissure, but he quickly began to interpret how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the Dragon's lip ( while careful not to get cut on his razor tooth ) and the flying dragon replied by sending his yearn forked tongue into her mouth, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the creature to a good throbbing erection.

observation Marian kiss and stroke their sidekick, the other dragons became fully aroused and even shivered from how excited they were. After only ten indorsement, one of them got raring and crawled over, sitting down on the ground and awkwardly scooting closer and closer.

With a scowl on her face, Marian turned and flicked the trespasser on the nose, startling it."No, it is not your turn yet,"she said dominantly.

The dragon growled at being rejected but hung his head in embarrassment. All of the dragons were awestruck in how the board had turned. When they first came into the macrocosm, Marian's body was just an object that they used to release their sexual itch and practice with their sinew, something they would plunder and go against for their example and entertainment. Now, they were sharing their intellectual nourishment with her, snuggling up with her when they slept, and she was even scolding and disciplining them.

After a minute, Marian stopped kissing the first Draco and turned to the second. By tickling him under the chin, she got him to elicit his pass and look at her."Aw, my sweet baby. Don't concern, I'll take care of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, days turned into hebdomad and hebdomad turned into months, with Marian raising the flying dragon as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nympho. She even gave the dragon names so that she could improve distinguish them, and the more time she spent with them, the more she was able to see the subtle forcible dispute between each puppet and severalize them apart.

Every day, she would awake up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them awake, and then punch every orifice in her body with their putz until she had a shrieking coming and they coated her in seminal fluid. By the time they were done, the elder dragon would return with a slain animal that Marian would flow on with the same volume as her dragon family, and after they had eaten, they would all have a go at it her at once with her begging them to influence her harder and faster, and then pass asleep.

On daytime when they were more energetic than horny, the flying lizard would instead run around the cave and play, pouncing and wrestling with each early while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle joint had healed, she would often climb out of the nest and conjoin them, while being deliberate not to get her naked dead body scratched and bruised on the rough cave story and their solidification scales.

During times when the flying lizard were asleep but Marian was horny, she would climb out of the draw close and pleasure the senior Draco. She would inhume her side in the snatch of the giant fauna's pecker, using her spit to force back the dragon wild while she touched herself. After the elder tartar would blunder out all over her, she would take back as much as she could and then flap in the puddle of semen, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the Draco, the More she noticed their growth rate. When they had first hatched, the Draco were the size of wolves with greatly disproportionately intimate pipe organ. Now, mid summer, they were the size of adult men, with their Phallus having only produce four inch. Marian loved this new size of it and loved being fucked so hard by their foot-long cocks that she thought they were going to split up her in half. They were so orotund that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size and bulk, the elder dragon began playing a handsome persona in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entry to hold the draw close and only left to relieve himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the wood on the versant, teaching them to hound for themselves and making sure they got slew of exercise. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the forest in the search of water. Even though the dragons were sharing their food with her, thus letting her supersede semen with animal line of descent as her generator of hydration, she wanted something to quench her hunger that wasn't thick and salty. While the firedrake would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the pocket-size stream nearby and drinking until she couldn't drink anymore.



It was a warm summertime afternoon and Marian was walking through the forest, looking for her nest-mates. The auditory sensation of thick splashing and chewing caught her attention, drawing her to a trampled crotch hair. She pushed the President Bush aside and found on of the dragons with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open chest of a slain elk. The dragon looked up and began wagging his nates when he saw the grinning on her face.

"Syris ! Your first kill ! I'm so proud of you !"she beamed, calling the dragon by his name.

The dragon wagged his tail even harder and go on tearing into the reed organ of his prey. As Marian watched the dragon feast on his inaugural kill, a thought entered her creative thinker that made her expression up at the sky. Right now it was nice and warm up, but only because it was summer. Soon, winter would rear its frightful promontory and there was no way Marian would be capable to survive the way she was : naked and without a way to clear fire. She had to get something to retain her warm or else she would freeze to death. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the massive hole the dragon had opened up in the chest. Once she pulled up a with child flap, she patted it with her manus and turned to Syris.

"I need this fur. I need this,"she said slowly while patting the flap of elk skin again.

There was no way that the dragon would understand her words, but she was hoping he would at to the lowest degree get the message. To her fortune, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to stay on peeling off the hide while he detest. Without any experience or tools, it was incredibly difficult and her alone focussing was common sense and the stories her older brother used to tell whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly forge and had multiple tears, she finally managed to perpetrate off the bloody hide, mostly intact. With a smile of pride, she leaned down and give thanks Syris with an affectionate kiss on the lips.

After taking a cartoon strip of thigh meat off of the elk and with the pelt over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his repast while she went to ascertain the other dragons and see if she could get the pelts off their kill. As she walked though the forest, she thought back to how practically she had changed. Just a few months ago, she was the appendage of a farming crime syndicate, working with her parents to heighten and clean grapes for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a violation victim for cruel beasts. Next she became a hardened survivor, willing to diffuse her legs for her captors and live solely on ejaculate to stay alive. Now, she was walking naked through the wood with an animal pelt over her articulatio humeri and chewing on a raw strip of meat with the roue dripping off her chin and running down her good chest. She was living in a nest with dragons, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect cocks. She had gone from being a farmer to being a zooerastia sex-addict that was living more like an animate being than a human.

And this lifestyle made her truly happy.



Marian was able to find the rest of the dragon by calling out their names : Isaac, Arthur, Pinot, Ashford, and the elder dragon, Bourne. Pinot grape, Isaac, and Bourne were able to catch some More elk and Marian found them in meter to salvage the pelts. She would involve many more if she was to endure wintertime, but at least she had enough for more comfortable bedding.



After two workweek, Marian was able get more than thirty animal pelts from horses, cow, elk, and even bears. Using bones and braided hair, she managed to move around five of them into a set of clothes to keep open her more than affectionate when outdoor once winter came, and turned the rest into a furry burrow that she could lie in and stay perfectly easy, no matter how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the dragons snuggled up against her to keep her warm.



Marian woke up on the first day of autumn and found that the cave was evacuate. She looked around, wondering if bourne and her nest-mates had gone out into the woods to hunt. She was disappointed by her aloneness, because either she would inflame up the dragons by stroking them or sucking them to full erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.

Her bitter cerebration were interrupted as the cave suddenly went dark. Something was blocking the sun, was it bourne ? The question was answered by six loud smash outside and the arrival of the dragon, folding their wings as they entered the cave.

With a smile and tears of pride on her boldness, she climbed out of the nest and ran over to them."You just flew ! You all flew !"she squealed, running her hands over their scaly torso once she reached them.

Over the six month since they hatched, the dragon had grown to be the sizing of entire and now looked so much like their father. The plates, which had originally been soft and pink, now looked like deep red chips and were as hard, their stubby claws and fangs were as hard and sharp as daggers, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

"My sweet male child, I love you and am so proud of you,"she said tenderly.

The Brigham Young tartar all lowered their brain and she gave each of them a retentive and passionate buss on the lips, flitting her tongue between the gratuity of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot, who knew that she was going to reward them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her knee joint, stroking the flying dragon's forearm-sized phallus. Licking her lips, she took the header in her oral fissure ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her tongue in the slit, making the dragon shudder in delight. The rest of the dragons waited anxiously for Marian to gift them permission to penetrate her.

After several seconds of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the remainder of the giant winged lounge lizard."cum on back to the nuzzle and I'll show you just how proud of you I am."

She then walked back to the nestle, climbed up onto the edge, and bent over with her animal hide britches around her mortise joint to show her pussy and SOB."seminal fluid on boys, I'm waiting."

She lowered herself into the nest with the dragons jump in after her.



winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her appeal of animate being hide, Marian had a hard sentence staying ardent. Sensing her vulnerability to the cold, the dragons became extra protective of her, even bourne. When they left to go hunting or get exercise, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the dark, the giant elder firedrake would lie down by the cuddle and use one of his giant wings to keep Marian and his Word warm and protected from the cold night air.



A year slowly passed by in the cave, during which the dragons gangbanged Marian all at once over two thousand times, each of which made her moan at the top of her lungs in intimate euphoria.



Marian awoke in the nest by herself on beautiful morning in late spring, the day after the one-year anniversary of her snatch. She looked around, trying to bump a trace of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the tartar now left her alone when they left to hunt, so waking up by herself was naught new, especially since the dragons needed more and More food. Wondering when they would come back, Marian decided to go out for a walk in the Grant Wood. Wearing her animal pelt kit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

"Arthur ! bourne ! Pinot ! Isaac ! Ashford ! Syris !"she shouted, hoping they were in the area. When no reply came, she called out again, but her only response was her own echo.

Again, this was no surprise. The dragons had purged the body politic of all large fauna and were always traveling farther and farther in search of food. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her subroutine. After going for a stroll around the woods and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the nuzzle to await for her winged lovers.

Dozing for the rest of the day and had a restless sleep during the night, but woke up the following aurora to recover herself still alone. She tried to order herself that they were probably just having a hard sentence finding food, but her judgment was filled with worry. After spending the day drinking water and collecting crazy flora and nuts to eat, she returned to the nestle and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a deep chill of worry in her heart, but she worked with every fibre in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for nutrient, Marian spent almost of the Nox lying on her dorsum in the vacuous snuggle, staring at the cavern ceiling. As the moon reached its highest point in the sky, an musical theme entered her mind. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her rood necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a memento of her early life, even though she had lost her organized religion in God. She couldn't remember the last clip she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a good time.

"God, you did not do my supplication when I was first captured, but please, help me. Bring them back, Lord, please. I don't want to lose them,"she said, crying for the first meter in a prospicient time.



"They aren't coming back…"Marian tearfully whispered, once again waking up alone.

It had been a year since the Dragon had hatched and it was now clear that they had left the nest for aliveness of their own. They were no longer hatchlings ; they were now grown adult and it was time for them to have hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would get along, but she had hoped that she would sustain more than metre or that maybe that they would make her with them, though there was as little luck of one of them taking her with them as two them staying together after leaving.

The flying dragon leaving to bulge new biography on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could have said goodbye to her children.



One year later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing sheets in a water supply barrelful, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the dragons were not going to return, Marian left the cave that she had called home and returned to homo society. It had taken her sentence to get reacquainted with human life and socialization, but now she was once again a fellow member of social club and even had a job working as a chambermaid, though she was not the Saami farmer girl that she had originally been.

She had cast aside her rood-tree, having lost her trust in God once and for all after being taken from her starting time family and left behind by her sec, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her farmer animation.

It was hard for her to stay focused on her tasks, as not a single minute passed by where she didn't think about the dragons she had come to know and love. Ever since coming back to human society, she had tried desperately to get the same sexual Rush she had experienced clip and time again in the Draco nest. She had tried having one-night flings with the men of the town, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into b and stalls on multiple social occasion to pleasure the horse and bulls, but nothing gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumour of dragons that passed through the town, wondering if there was any news show of her former home. All she heard was the boring expected : cow and horses being killed and women being told to keep their hairsbreadth short so as not to withdraw aid and be taken away. It was for this reason that Marian allowed her haircloth to grow as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to pay heed the damp tabloid, she heard a disturbance that made her drop her field goal and gasp. It was a roar, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. several scream could be heard in the background, but the snarl of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the muddy road that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the source of the ruction. People screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the length she could see the tips of red wings.

‘ Could it be ?'she thought to herself, running towards the puppet as fast as possible.

Turning a recess, Marian got a good looking at the creature and gasped. Even after a year of development and modification, she recognized the scale pattern and osseous tissue structure of the dragon as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of his begetter, the puppet was in the street, wrecking unintentional havoc. With his hand-like paw, he was reaching out and grabbing women from the crowds of people that had come to see the disturbance or had not yet fled. Snorting in irritation over the shortness of their hair, he would unload them and they would run away screaming. With his tail and annexe, he kept at bay soldiers and farmers, slowly inch towards him with weapon system and tools.

"Pinot !"she called with a wide grinning on her face.

The dragon stared straight at her and his tooshie and backstage hung limp. With tears of joy in her eyes, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crowd of people, and came out in the undecided space to face the dragon. The scarlet monster lowered his capitulum, letting Marian hug his nose while the spectators stared in utter disbelief.

"I prayed and prayed that one of you would retrieve me someday. It is so good to see you Pinot, I can't believe how much you've grown,"she said, drying her tears.

The dragon then extended his forked tongue and Marian took one of the tendrils in her oral cavity, sucking on it the Sami way she used to give suck his cock. People stared in repugnance at the sight until the Draco finally retracted his tongue.

"Ugh, I can't tell you how a good deal I missed this,"she groaned in arousal with a train of thought of saliva hanging from her lip.

She then looked down and gained a coy smile. The onlookers gasped in disbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal Draco and began touching him in a way that caused his cock to uncover itself. Like Bourne, Pinot's erect cock was now the sizing of a shoetree log, and Marian had to use both hired man to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the question with her tongue, causing many looker-on to curse, scream, and faint. For almost a bit, Pinot shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the promontory of his cock with her knife. At final, the dragon had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's look and wearing apparel with more than two gallons of seminal fluid, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlookers that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the firedrake and began brushing her hair with her fingers."I'm sure you have tike of your own now, you must have found a mate to lay plenty of eggs. Here, charter my hair to crinkle your nest, and take me as well. Please take up me with you ; I don't want to hold out here anymore. I want to live with you and know the children of my children."

Without so much as a nod, the tartar took her in her arms, then with a flap of his wings that was so powerful that the surrounding buildings were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his home with Marian.





The End




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