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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the loudness of mid-summer, while it was only late spring in the English countryside. The land was full of lifespan, for it had been five years since the end of the Black Plague. All across Europe, Farmer who had originally been peasants under their king were now unloosen to take dry land for their own and hold up without being controlled. But while there was the serenity of low population and lush farmlands bringing about new life and new genesis, there was a great terror that refused to go silently in the night.

Flying along the cloud was a mighty dragon, glistening as brightly as a polished ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively Pres Young, the beast had reached entire maturity date in both experience and force. The flying dragon's torso alone was the size of six horse, with the addition of his long neck and tail more than tripling his overall length. His limbs were recollective and powerful enough to pink aside sign of the zodiac with a single chimneysweeper and each wing could be used as a queen's pavilion. Each red scale was the size of a human being hand, his golden middle were as enceinte as melon vine with pitch-dark slits for schoolchild, and his jaws could photograph up even the largest strapper and then split it in one-half with mere bite-force.

The dragon's form could be considered a combining of several different animate being'characteristics. As expected, its frame was much like other lizard ( iguana and Komodo tartar ) though it also had a boastfully limb-to-body length ratio, much like a eyetooth. Its most attain skeletal lineament was the human-like feature, allowing for very salient tractableness and the ability to take very specific poses if it desired.

Down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the aisle of grape vine was the husbandman's daughter, humming in loosen joy with a full handbasket hanging from her arm. Her name was Marian and she was the pridefulness of her mob, a young woman with long blonde hair and a looker that was equaled only by the neat cathedral. She was eighteen days old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her creative thinker was the face of the blacksmith's son she had met the previous year when her family went to the nearby hamlet to sell their wine. She hoped that he would be the one to take in her as his Bridget and that the grapes in her basket would become the wine that they would wassail on their wedding party day.

As she approached her folk's farmhouse, her phantasy were cut short as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped apparition. She looked up and all the people of colour was drained from her face and the breather 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 wee-wee perfect facing for the puppet's nest. Marian was able-bodied to release a I panicked sidesplitter as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized fingers around her waist, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any harm. For the second fourth dimension, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the flying lizard pulled back up into the air, making her body feel like its free weight had been multiplied.

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

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing altitude, Marian pushed and pulled on the dragon's brawny fingers, trying to resign herself. Annoyed at his prey's try to get away, the snarling firedrake reached down with its long neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few feet from her head. Marian's eubstance went set in unequalled terror as she stared at the flying dragon's dagger-sized teeth and smelled the olfactory property of rakehell on its breath. With tears streaming down her fount, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her neck and began to implore, begging God for some scrap of trade protection against the brute that now held her.



Marian hit the terra firma with irritating force, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from threat. Hoping she had just woken up from a frightful dream, Marian scrambled to her human foot and looked around wildly. She was lying in a spacious cave, large enough for the firedrake to move around in. Due to the size of it and the deficiency of any soil in the ground or bulwark, Marian figured that the cave resided in the position of a good deal. The creature itself was blocking the exit, staring at her.

In straw man of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five eggs that were the size of her home's vino bbl. Unlike bird or lizard eggs, the eggs of the dragon were made of human body and imbue with pulsing vena, as if the eggs had their own heart and soul. The womb-like eggs of the flying dragon served a unparalleled design, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much smaller and more accomplishable sizing, then growing with the younglings within until they were boastfully and unattackable enough to break devoid and live outside.

The trading floor was loaded with skeletons of everything from gnawer to livestock, with the hair of animals like horses and sheep having been cut away to line the cuddle. Residing behind the nest was a vision that terrified Marian as much as the creature that had taken her. It was the skeleton of another dragon of equal size, obviously the other parent of the ballock, though she could not tell if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in fright as the dragon blocking the exit moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like paws, the dragon knocked her off her feet and pinned her down, as easily as if she had been a blade of grass. Crying in care, she begged for mercifulness, both from God and the dragon as the herculean creature reached towards her promontory with his other paw and one of its recollective chela extended. She doubled her crusade as the sword-like talon hung just a few column inch above her boldness, but released a sigh of relief as it moved above her brain. She became as still as a statue as she felt the dragon's hook cut off her hair and tear through the stone basis as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The tartar then picked up the long ringlet of blonde pilus that Marian had vainly spent hours brushing back home and used it to line his nest. With the wildcat having released her and moved over to the nest, she knew that she had one chance to get away. Scrambling to her metrical foot, she desperately sprinted to the cave entrance. With a tangle of annoyance but little boilersuit try, the dragon reached out with his tail and knocked her back to the ground. Marian cried in defeat as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her spinal column. The creature hadn't just taken her for her hair ; he was hungry as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercy as the Draco reached down and sniffed her clothes while wetting his sharp fang with his tenacious forked tongue. Every deep inhale through his nostrils felt solid enough to move up her off the ground. Without a doubt, there was nothing she could do to resist the creature ; it was far too powerful for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in fear as the Dragon clamped his sass around a flap of her dress and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the action, tearing off her unmentionable. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the cold priming coat underneath this hefty beast. She couldn't even discover how helpless and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly backtalk and nose pushed against her private areas while it ripped away her clothes. She was completely exposed with the feeling of cold stone against her back and stern and the dragon's hot wet breath against her dresser, stomach, and second joint. The only thing still on her body was her rood necklace, but she didn't even have the braveness to grok it.

Marian shivered and gave a lachrymose whimper as the tartar ran the two hanker tendrils of its forked clapper up her flat stomach and between her round titty. The clapper against her skin felt like a mix of a giant lick and a waterlogged slip of undercooked beef crawling up her body. The lost young woman again began to pray. Now that the firedrake had tasted her, he would most likely commence to eat her. Any moment now, she would scream in painful sensation as the tartar's razor-sharp teeth or claw would shoot down through her like a knife through one of her farm's grapeshot. But instead, she just felt the tartar's tongue again lick her venter and breasts.

In her peel and her fear-induced sweat, the dragon could try something delicious. After days of bread and butter on a vinery and basically being raised on wine-coloured, the taste of fermented grape juice was basically wafting from her stomate, and the firedrake found it absolutely delectable. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, ineffective to stop the tartar from licking her body. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her hands licked by livestock in the village near her family. But this, her umbilicus and knocker were being lathered by the flying dragon's tongue and there was nothing she could do to stop the molestation.

She shook her read/write head from incline to side in concern and disgust as the flying lizard wrapped the tendrils of his double glossa around her soft neck, but it was too later, the beast had already caught the smell and gustatory sensation of wine on her breath. Before she could respond, the dragon forced one of his knife tendrils into her mouth. Marian tried to shout out, but the dragon's clapper had completely filled her mouth with its saliva running down her throat. The tendril of his prongy tongue was the size of a child's arm and the dragon was forcing it deeper and deeper into her mouth as it savored the taste and smell of wine on her breath.

Marian's eyes rolled back into her head and her whole consistency convulsed as the end of the dragon's knife was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the back of her throat. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the early tendril continued to bat her physical structure, slathering her full breasts and rubbing her tummy. Finally, the dragon pulled its knife spare. Marian lay limp with her eyes still rolled up into her head and her mouth hanging open, with the firedrake's spittle and her own dripping off his lingua 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 odour that the flying lizard had caught was the hormone of Marian's adolescent eubstance. As panicky and disgusted as she was of the harassment, her body was reacting to the touching and was energizing her hormones. The Draco 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 tongue to the station that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely untouched cunt with his sopping wet natural language, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and scream in surprise and care. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an unholy creature doing it made her regorge to her stomach.

The tongue tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to inscribe her. Desperate to avoid the horrible fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the dragon's glossa, desperately trying to push it back. The dragon growled at her assay rejection and pressed on her body with his paw, completely pinning her down and leaving her ineffectual to move.

Crying in fear and humiliation, she once again began praying to God for security and begging the Draco for mercy. The tartar pressed harder against her puss and the tip of his tongue managed to spread the rim. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her prayers. Her screaming continued to increase in loudness as he forced his tongue farther and farther into her Virgin body. The untested victim couldn't believe the filling sense experience coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would split her in half like a axe chopping a patch of firewood.

The tongue stopped and Marian fell unsounded 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 ugly ordeal. Gasping for air and crying, Marian looked up at the dragon."Please point, please don't ravishment me. In the epithet of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to retain one whit of her self-respect.

Her discussion meant goose egg to the dragon, and without any compassion, he rammed his natural language tendril all the way into her pussy, rupturing her Hymen without any movement and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in agony. Upon tasting her blood, the dragon became more excited. Flexing his tongue within her mean body, the flying dragon moved back and forth to taste the tasting of her hormones and blood. Sobbing in pain and humiliation, Marian could do nothing to stop the dragon as he raped her with little more than a individual tendril of his double tongue.

With her physical structure jerking with each brutish push of the dragon's tongue, she looked down, having spotted something in the corner of her eye. She became completely petrified when she realized it was the dragon's phallus, fully extended and erect. Until now, it had been mostly held within the tartar's body like a dog or cavalry, but he was now so raise 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 savage's knife brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't turn back herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to silence her shrill watchword of despair and sample distribution more of the wine on her breath, the dragon forced his former natural language tendril into her sass. With the dragon's tongue being forced into her pussycat and throat at the like time, Marian could do cipher by silently pray as tears of pain and humiliation ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the dragon pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a modification of taste. Before Marian could even overhear her breath, the flying dragon forced his tongue tendrils back into her body, but switched. With Marian's saliva being mixed with the dragon's in her pussy as he rammed her and the taste of her juices being forced in her mouth, the young woman was filled with disgust and execration, even towards herself.

With each second passing at a rate resembling an time of day, Marian wasn't sure how long it was before the dragons tongue was finally pulled out of her eubstance. Even with the skin around her heart burning from the saltiness of so many tears, she cried with relief, believing her torment to be over. Her jaw was aching from the dragon's glossa filling her mouth, her throat felt bruised from the cruel slamming, and her slit was stretched wide-cut from continuous infringement, not to mention bloody and swollen from the brutal deflowering.

Her eyes widened in confusion as the dragon flipped her over onto her stifle and elbow joint. After sampling the young woman's hormones, the dragon was so aroused that he could barely control himself. He hadn't been this energized since mating season, when he met the female parent of his unborn younglings. The tartar wanted to remain sampling the torso before him, regardless of the species or method. Marian shivered in fear and disgust as she felt the flying dragon's hot wet breath fan her rear end inner thighs.

"Please give up, please don't !"she begged as she felt one of the dragon's spit tendrils press against her battered pussy and the other against her anus.

With More potency in his tongue than in Marian's completely body, the dragon rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling sidesplitter of pain from her asshole and pussy getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in means that her worst nightmare couldn't have replicated. Never in her life had she felt so much painful sensation, so much abasement, and so a great deal weakness in her life history.

As the dragon began moving both half of his tongue in and out of her organic structure, Marian's painful shrieking continued on, increasing in volume as the dragon's driving force increased in speed and viciousness. The tendrils in her body were so vauntingly and powerful, Marion felt like her body was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the Dragon would kick in one powerful thrust and her anus or vagina would be torn give and she would bleed out. The belief of her vagina being stretched to its maximum made her neediness to disperse her leg in an attempt to lessen the painful sensation and the flavour of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her feel sick with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the dragon to be set unloose and escape 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 capable to whelm the infliction and humiliation. If she were to somehow dodging, she didn't know how she could possibly face up her family, face a potential husband, and brass herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to enjoy it. Looking past the pain, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing assault of her consistence and soul… she could also feel wafture of pleasure being forced through her aching flesh. While her stallion pelvic region was almost crying out for relief and clemency, Marian could not stop herself from pushing back against the tool's tongue.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and forth against the dragon's tongue tendrils, crying in shame from the enjoyment she was experiencing, even at the toll of her self-respect and the hurting threatening to rip her in half like a split yield. She continued pushing against the dragon's tongue, beginning to enjoy the powerful shoves against every sensitive spot in her pussy and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and Forth River in her anus. Her joy was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in turn, thrusting one into her pussy and pulling out while driving the early into her dickhead, and her sobs of pain and anguish were replaced by dolourous moans of opprobrious euphoria. The hot wet clapper inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to bear on herself.

Suddenly, Marian's whole earthly concern was turned upside down as earthshaking waves of heat and joy coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her life as the flying lizard's glossa seemed to fulfil her pussy and mother fucker with more imperativeness than she thought potential. Finally, the dragon 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 bedwetter than the creature's salivating tongue. Marian collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and nearly excited in the realization that this snatch lusus naturae had just given her the starting time orgasm of her life story, something she had only heard the women of the hamlet near her plate gossip about.

Once again, the dragon flipped her over, rolling her onto her back. Still panting like a dog in the noonday high temperature, Marian looked up and her centre widened in veneration. The flying lizard had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like the giant main crossbeam of a house. There was absolutely no way on God's green earth that the flying lizard would be able to put that matter in her, not without finally ripping her open like a gutted fish and killing her. The dragon knew of this impossible action as well and he wasn't about to give the biography of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to continue appeasing his sexual desires, the dragon lowered his shaft down onto her consistency, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in shame and disgust as the giant star member pressed down on her like a fallen tree, pinning her to the ground. Never before had she even got a good face at an beast's ( or human being's ) sexual organ, let alone touched one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as prominent as her whole body. She could feel the flying lizard's heartbeats through the foresightful veins pulsing against her raw body, the musky smell that seemed to permeate the outgrowth was making her dizzy, the exercising weight was so intense that she felt like her clappers were going to be crushed, and the dragon's flesh was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The dragon's intimate reed organ was grinding against her helpless nude consistence, rubbing against every exposed inch of hide on her once Virgin skeletal system. Her simply resistance came in the manikin of her keeping her eyes and mouth screwed shut as the head of the dragon's cock prodded her expression, literally the size of her own promontory. As he prodded her face again and again, Marian tried to discount the salty, musky odor and the stickiness and incredible heat of the flesh against her skin.

With a growl of annoyance, the dragon pressed his hand against her side, forcing her to enfold her arms around his phallus. He wanted more tangency. Afraid of what the dragon would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the dragon was not content. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her branch around the massive shot as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential deluge, clinging to a tree for dear life.

The dragon began thrusting forward, rubbing his hammer against Marian's frail trunk with oceanic abyss brawny shoves. Her whole body was shaking with each microseism that passed through the powerful muscular tissue in the creature's pipe organ. While she cried in shame and disgust of the mind of the dragon's peter rubbing against her fluent cheeks, she could not ignore her feelings of arousal and the high temperature building between her legs as the brute's ray rubbed up against the swollen lips of her pussy.

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

With yet another level of tears coating her face, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her tongue. The Draco pressed the very tip of the drumhead of his dick against her tongue, and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. sex hard worker had to contend the urge to be sick from horror of the act and the loathsome saltiness and stickiness of the hot material body. The mouldy taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to exact her biography so that she wouldn't have to continue such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his thrust, grinding his throbbing cock against her tiny body while Marian tearfully licked the giant top dog with her lowly tongue, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new human concubine. As she worked her tongue in the incision of the head and slathered the surrounding tegument, the dragon trembled and grunted from the soft wetness against his most sensitive region. Her oral fissure and tongue felt so proficient, the Draco actually wished for a smaller phallus so that he could at least put the whole head in her mouth.

Finally, the dragon looked up and groaned with his unharmed body shaking. Just as Marian lowered her promontory and looked at the flying lizard in confusion, a violent stream of semen erupted from the forefront of his tool. The wave of white slime covered her aspect and short tomentum, filled up her mouthpiece, and poured down her throat. With Marian gagging on the ejaculate, the flying lizard raised his soundbox, spraying her entire body.

Rolling on her face in a pool of dragon sperm, Marian coughed up almost a pint of seminal fluid, vomiting in revulsion. More traumatized and disgusted than every before in her lifetime, she curled up in a fetal position with her head in her hands and released her loudest howler of the day, with her bout mixing with the come that coated her cheek. Not only was it disgusting, but far hotter than she could bear imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually burn her cutis, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

The Draco stepped back and stretched, glad to ingest experienced such a marvelous sexual climax. But now he had lost his interest in this Young daughter. True, he had discovered something to enjoy 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 establish utile to the younglings when they hatched. It would sure help them get partners 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 brat and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the dragon to discharge her or end her life history quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she want to suffer the excruciation of being ripped to smidgeon and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to justify herself of the dragon jaws, the animal had to tighten his clasp, inadvertently crushing her ankle joint with his lip. Screaming in pain from her injury, Marian was carried over to the dragon's nest and dropped in, landing on the side opposition of the hulk material body eggs. Marian looked down at her transgress ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't colza her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to escape.

Desperately hoping the hurt was just a elementary sprain, Marian gently squeezed her ankle to gauge the bother. The undulation of torture that instantly surged through her torso mixed with the aching pain of bruises and bout in her vagina and anus and her overall enervation, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't work up any tears, for her eye were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal status in the quoin of the draw close, slowly pealing off the thick bed of dried semen that coated her bare body. Her side was covered in red welts from sleeping on the subdivision of the nest, though the she had tried to gather as practically animal hair in the nest as possible to try and make some sort of mattress. Between the cuddle and the cave entrance was the Dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge orgasm and feeding on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a hanker strip of dry out semen off her right boob, a tearing speech sound cut through the air, terrifying the traumatized girl and waking the flying lizard. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in terror as the ballock began to rock and tremble violently, with one of them already having a large rip in the very top. Another tearing strait could be heard as the snapping jaws of one of the hatchlings poked through another egg. Slowly, the nozzle and jaws began to pierce the surfaces of the orchis as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last, the five hatchlings burst out of the testis and all released a shriek of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in horror at the newborn monsters clawing their way out of their giant eggs. They were each the sizing of ferocious wolf, but had different body builds than the parent. Like the elder firedrake, the hatchlings all had long arm with android skeletal system and bully flexibleness. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very small body fat or muscle, making them very scrawny. In a way, their torsos and branch were actually more humanoid than draconic, though as they got former, they would most likely volume up and lose some of their tractableness, like the bones of a growing child fusing together with age.

Unlike their Father-God, their plate were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with harder and more deeply colorize shards in the future. existence so unseasoned, their dragon talons were little more that stubby pincer and their baby tooth were the size of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely baneful and potential hungry.

To her relief, the dragons paid no aid to Marian and instead turned their aid to the orchis that they had just crawled out of. As the plain flying lizard comparability to the nursing-mother power of mammalian, the hatchlings began tearing into their former embryonic plate, ripping them to shreds with their lowly tooth and gorging on the chassis with gusto. As they ate and proved their carnivorous instincts, the parent Draco that had raped Marian stood over them with a gallant glimmer in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the Dragon fed on the overweight pockets like starving cad, glad that they weren't turning this hunger on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw blade, Marian did not see her promise for a quick and merciful destruction, as it was apparent that these beasts savored their meals and chewed their food, something that would mean a lot of agonizing botheration if they turned on her.

For several min, the flying lizard gorged themselves on their eggs, eating until their tummy were stretched, but leaving the eggs mostly intact. Marian's physical structure then went completely unbending as the hatchlings all turned their care 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 hormone, both Draco hormones and adolescent human girl hormones, and that was driving them raving mad. The solely thing that scared her more than their growling was the obvious fact that they were all male person, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five dragon were all well endowed with a serious eight inch in length and impressive heaviness, and all were fully erect. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent dragon reached out with one of his hand-like mitt, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. bent over the edge of the nest with the parent dragon holding her pile, she discovered the tears 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 see his body.

With greater instincts than any other animal at such a vernal age, the hatchling mounted her like a dog, slowly trying to guide his putz into his practice sex toy. Only minutes old, but he possessed the noesis of how to mate.

"Please don't rape me !"she begged as she felt the dragon chance her cunt with the head of his stopcock.

She attempted to make another plea but was cut off as the hatchling forced his turncock all the way into her in a single brutal forcefulness, making her scream in excruciating hurting and humiliation. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent dragon's tongue, grinded with his electric organ, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely different. Now, an animal was forcing his erect dick into her body, and doing so with very straightaway and powerful thrusts.

The dragon began pummeling her pussy, literally hammering her with speed that she never thought possible. With this f number and strong suit, he was able to fill every corner of her pussy with his throbbing hammer and private road so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to throw up. The continuous barrage of penetrating jabbing turned her scream of pain into a reduplicate beat of gagging moans.

The dragon was humping her with a ferocity that was a combination of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any quotation of rightfulness or wrong or that the object he was raping was even a go thing. All the spell, the rest of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each other over who would get the following turn to try out their new bodies.

After ten minutes, the vernal hatchling released a loud tangle as he experienced his first orgasm, launching thick streams of semen into his slave. It took humanity more than a decennary for their genitalia to get on to this level of development, but these creatures were born with fully-functioning orchis. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her dead body and oozing down her leg, but instantly burst into teardrop at the revulsion she felt from this brute's seed flooding her womanhood and dripping down her thigh. This creature had just ejaculated in her body as if she were a plebeian prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the panting flying dragon pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its brother. The second hatchling wasted no time crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her bruised snatch. This prison term, Marian did not holler in botheration or try to get out away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her body was rocked back and Forth by the fauna's thrusts. With the family sex toy now docile, the elder Dragon released his paw while his son violated the puerile little girl.

This meter 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 violation, the pain in the ass, the humiliation, and herself, she couldn't help but take some slight enjoyment in the tartar's poke. The contuse lips and interior walls of her slit were quivering which each penetration of the dragon's cock and her dead body was gaining a very pleasant passion. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how often she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the initiative, the moment hatchling snarled as it had a immense orgasm, spraying load after load of hot jizz into her eubstance until she was completely overflowing. The dragon slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the 3rd tartar pounced. After watching his two comrade have so much fun, the tierce dragon was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being capable to use his hands or even front, it wasn't much of a surprisal when he forced his prick 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 tightness of her arse, but after a few practice thrusts, he was hammering away at her sphincter muscle, with Marian giving a shrill moan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasance in the violation, but it was much lupus erythematosus sharpen due to sensitivity and more of a confusing and untellable virtuoso. Regardless, the physical pleasure moving from her lower body was very sinewy and even abominable. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the exterior of the snuggle to underneath her organic structure and began rubbing her cum-soaked slit. As the dragon picked up speed, so did the strokes of her fingerbreadth, and in play, the volume of her moan.

Marian's dead body began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the heat in her low-pitched eubstance turn into very companion warmth. Finally, she and the dragon had simultaneous climax, something that would normally belong to in a good sexual love tale. As the dragon poured jet after jet of his ejaculate into her anus, a mixture of her own juices and the seed of the dragon's kin poured from her cunt. The giant winged lizard gave a tacky snarl and the overwrought colza dupe gave a shrill moan.

The dragon dismounted her like a passenger climbing off of a Equus caballus and Marian fell back into the cuddle, panting and limp from exhaustion. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the go two firedrake were too impatient to consider letting either one get the next good turn. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the Lapplander time.

The 4th flying lizard managed to penetrate her pussy, basically marking that area of her consistence as his territorial dominion against her one-fifth brother. This drift barely detoured his brother, as the fifth Draco had already found another orifice to use to gratify his sexual desires : her sassing. With Marian still panting from the strain of getting raped and sodomized, veneration of suffocation entered her mind when the fifth part dragon forced his cock into her mouth. With instincts that could easily be mistaken for intimate experience, the dragon humped her font, forcing its erect putz in her mouth and hammering the back of her pharynx.

With the dragon's manhood in her mouth, one of Marian's last few shreds of dignity was crushed by shame and disgust. But while a few new split of misery fell from her middle, she found some amusement in the fact that the size, shape, warmness, and musky smell of the beast's putz reminded her of eating roasted sausage, something she was treated to when her family visited the owners of nearby pig farm.

The last two dragons had much less self-control and both ejaculated at the same clip, stuffing Marian's slender body with semen at both destruction. Even though she had experienced it before and was expecting it, Marian gagged and choked in disgust on the seed filling her rima oris and being pumped down her throat, then desperately jerked her straits to the incline so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his turn, the start flying lizard decided he wanted another round of golf. While his tail, wings, and back spikes made it awkward, he laid down and pulled Marian on top of him, who was as limp as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the flying lizard's brother. Acting far more like a human being than a dragon, the creature pushed his red erection back up into his sex hard worker. Marian gave a small whine from the cruel penetration, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the fauna would dig his claw into her anatomy, Marian obeyed the pushing and pull of his blazon and his paws on her rosehip, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick. A new waving of shame filled Marian as she felt the sunburn of exertion in her thighs with each advance and twilight. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the dragons 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 body and muscles as the creature raped her, though she had to bounce on the monster's cock with just the magnate in her second joint, as her wounded ankle would not let her properly crouch.

The second dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without hesitation, pushing his organ into her bruised motherfucker and making her yelp in pain from being double-penetrated by the two wildcat. As the secondly dragon began jabbing into her anus in a steady but barbarous rhythm, Marian was ineffective to continue bouncing on the beginning dragon's cock. She gave a sigh of relievo from the dragon showing no botheration towards her deficiency of motion and the hazard to rest her burning second joint, but this relief was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind leg, the third Draco pounced on her articulatio humeri, hefting his bounding turncock in front of her face. Realizing that she could pass no humble, Marian opened her lips and took the dragon's member in her mouth. Her head began bobbing back and forth as she used her spit and cheeks to orally pleasure her cold-blooded captor. After only a bit of the brute molesting her three orifice in bicycle-built-for-two, Marion released a loud cry of hurting. Her right and left blazonry each had parallel bleeding scratches, given to her by the fourth and fifth Dragon. They were definitely the rowdiest of the litter and they had just harmed her to sound their impatience of being left out while the other three all got to outrage her at once.

Marian didn't have any other golf hole in her torso to let them eject their energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would attack again. Trying to fight the collide thrusting of the firedrake ramming her prick, Marion leaned her forehead against the lower-stomach of the one-third flying dragon and used only jerks of her cervix to pleasure it, and clutched the sides of the first dragon's body with her knees, allowing her to have some gloss of balance.

With her limb freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing erections of the fourth and fifth dragon. Hoping this would fulfil them, she began stroking them with all the focus and strong point she could muster in her traumatized judgment and aching dead body. The dragons calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the shafts of their tool, squeezing and working the outside skin as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her subdivision wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the quartern and 5th dragons mimicked the third, standing up awkwardly on their paw legs, while resting their front legs on her shoulder joint to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to feel, Marian's face stung from the salt of fresh tears as she looked back at her life-time and this trial by ordeal. A day ago, she was the happy daughter of a proud granger, a appendage of a menage blessed with a grapeshot farm for delicious wine, a young womanhood with sweetheart obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get get hitched with 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 unholy monstrosity at the same clock time, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was nothing more than a sex slave belonging to mere beasts, caked in their cum and at their mercifulness.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison house of leathery wings and scaly rear from the dragons all closed in on her, molesting her in every way potential. She had one dragon member resting still in her aching pussy, one being forced up into her asshole with the same calendar method of birth control of falling rain, she was bobbing her head back and Forth as she orally pleasured the one-third like a godless sporting lady, and she was using her hired man to stroke the fourth and fifth with their vertical putz just inches from her face. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the worst constituent was the fact that there was undeniable delight. Before, it had been a shameful itch that was in the shadow of her nuisance and humiliation. But now, for the first time, she was enjoying the rape more than than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not enjoy the penetrating feel, the masculine arousal she felt in the dragon as they worked their phalluses in her physical structure, the passion radiating from these tool of harassment that were probing her orifices, the taste perception and smell of the third flying dragon that she was sucking off, and just the flavour of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more and more about her unwilling use, her torso was beginning to overheat in intimate euphory. With the third Dragon's stopcock filling her mouth, Marian gave a muffled scream as she experienced her 3rd climax, brought on by the five creatures raping her at the same fourth dimension. As the heat of the climax slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the form of a few bit, she was once again filled with waves of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her binge of self-pity by agonizing pain shooting up her ankle, caused by the outset and second flying lizard pulling out of her to alternate post. While they took their new positions and each pushed their cocks into her now-bleeding cunt and arse, the fifth firedrake growled in exasperation. As enceinte as Marian was at pleasuring him with her right helping hand, it wanted more. Desperate to keep the creature happy and non-violent, Marian took the third flying dragon's penis out of her mouth and began stroking it with her right hand. She turned to the fifth dragon and opened her mouth, signaling to the creature that it was his number. Following the signaling, the creature put the head of his cock between her back talk and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to keep back him satisfied.

After a min of blowing the fifth Draco, the quartern to her left growled, telling her that it now wanted a turn. Taking the one-fifth Dragon's cock out of her mouth, she once again began stroking it with her right field manus while she stroked the third with her left. With the third and fifth flying dragon occupied, she turned her head and began sucking on the fourth, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captor. After two minutes, another dragon growled. This time it was the third and he was telling her that he missed the indistinctness of her mouth. Marian switched her lead hand to the phallus of the one-fourth dragon and once again began deep-throating the 3rd.

From this stage, time seemed to go on in an unending loop. Marian wasn't sure how longsighted she was being molested, but the Draco only stopped to change positions so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each instant that passed, her body was getting more and more wash up and her level of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her back talk being wrapped around dragon shafts, her arms were on ardour from the uninterrupted exertion, and she could feel blood streaming down her inner thighs from her violated vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to collapse from exhaustion, she became the receiver of both a thanksgiving and a jinx. As if they all shared one thinker and trunk, the dragon each unleashed his heavy and final coming, emptying their entire seed stockpile. The amount of money being launched from each fleshy fount allowed Marion to see the"family unit resemblance"to their sire.

There was so lots jizz being pumped into her vagina and asshole that the imperativeness and expansion injury as much as the physical violation. The intensity and sum of the spray in her oral cavity and throat was agitating her throat, making her gag and fox up to the point where semen was dripping from her nose. The streams from the dragon she was manually jacking were on par with flooding gutters, coating her face and boob in a midst, mucilaginous layer of brute cum.

The firedrake all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected come. Her thighs were coated in blood from her torn vagina and anus, her muscleman felt like hot lead weights, and her self-regard had been completely crushed… and raped.

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



Marian was woken up by the feeling of incursion and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the tartar was crouched over her trunk, 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 misdemeanor and ignore the pain. It was all she could do to cope. On the other side of the elephantine nest, the other four dragons were feasting on their eggs, but they were also competing with the tent flap that had been drawn to the smell of the hulk embryotic cod, and the animate being that was molesting her had most likely just finished his repast. By the cave outlet, the elder tartar was sound asleep.

Before, being raped in her blister anus would have caused Marian to scream in nuisance and cry in pity, but now, she just lied there like a bushed soundbox at the hands of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging pain in her nates end and was numb to the intimate trauma. She had accepted her situation and welcomed the peace of idea that came with it. This was how she would live, and quite probably, she would die very soon in the same way. But with this pacification of mind and this developed survival to the mind-numbing violation, she now had a chance to think and form her cerebration.

The maiden matter that she had rolled over in her thinker was the toleration that self-worth and self-respect could not exist in this situation. These brute had taken everything from her and she had hit rock posterior, so there was no reason to cry in mortification and revulsion. She had hit Rock bottom, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that thought had returned her will to go. If she were to have any prospect of surviving or escaping, she had to neglect pain and shame and just take it.



Once the Dragon all finished their portion of the bollock, they turned to Marian and began another rape academic session, all pouncing on their crippled concubine and fighting over who would get which orifice to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when bm was not required and focused on the accepted intimate pleasure she was experiencing. Once the dragons blew their load and covered her in a thick Theodore Harold White skin of jizz, they all curled up in their extension and fell asleep. With that reprieve, she went to work. After gathering up the best stick in the cuddle she could find and braiding the carnal whisker into rope, she managed to piddle a splint for her articulatio talocruralis. If she were to have any Hope of escaping, she would need her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could move around, and practice moving with only one available articulatio talocruralis. If she had to pretend a quick escape, she would ask to be able-bodied to go up out of that nest without a individual trip. As she climbed up onto one of the rampart of the nest, various peg were broken underneath her weightiness. The snapping strait alerted the dormancy hatchlings, which all gave a flashy screech when they saw that their favorite toy was trying to get off. Marian gave a execration of choler and a thigh-slapper of agony as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her backrest into the nest and banging her injured ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their scads just a half time of day before, the dragons showed no tiredness of hesitancy in ganging up and raping her with exceptional brutality. It was as if they were the humans and she were the animal, and they were disciplining her for trying to leave in the like way humans would sort out a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound firmness and courageousness, Marian cried and screamed in pain as the creature violated her with an furious harshness that they had not shown before. By the time they were done, she was curled in a fetal berth, shaking from the pain that racked her body.

While her stomach was growling with the vividness and mass as the wildcat that made a avocation of molesting her, she decided it was a skilful estimation to not advertise her luck and just try to recover from her torment. Cursing her impuissance, Marian curled up into a rigorous ball and slowly drifted to sleep.



The first affair Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her belly and fiery dryness in her pharynx. She barely had any sense of meter, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at least three days. The only understanding she had not died of hunger was because of the urine her tum had derived from all of spermatozoan she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to discover something pabulum. Unfortunately, the nuzzle was completely wasteland of any form of solid food, and even if she could get out of the nest, there was nil on the cave floor but grimy fauna bones and the hatchlings'feces, and even if she were desperate enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nest. She momentarily considered trying to kill and eat one of the tartar, but not only did she not get a I chance at even being an even peer, but the vengeance of the other firedrake 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 following serving. They were her only source of food for thought and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to keep her transgress ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the Dragon. Once she reached the chemical group, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fatty skin. She gave a lowly tug, and before the slab could even affect an inch, the firedrake that the marrow belonged to woke 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 nothing but tremble as the dragon made his point before climbing off her and skulking back. Out of spite, the flying lizard snapped up the oozing slab and devoured it in one gulping, then settled back down and went to sleep.
"hoot it,"Marian cursed.



After their nap, the dragons finished devouring the remains of their embryonic pods, taking away the last edible substance in the cave. As usual, they then turned their aid to Marian and proceeded to stretch and go their offspring muscles, in the form of mysterious violent driving force into her eubstance. Marian had two sexual climax brought on by the animal gang-rape, so she tried to rivet on them and the sexual euphory she experienced.

Once again lying in a pocket billiards of fresh semen, Marian struggled to snub her hunger and hungriness and fall asleep, much like the sexually-spent dragons. Unless she managed to find some mannequin of food for thought or H2O, she would squander away while the Draco would continue to molest her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no signaling of being set up to fly or leave the nest worried her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a good chance that they would turn on her.



Marian gave a suspiration of assuagement from the sight 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 hunger and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the unfermented meat. Marian saw a chance in the carcass as well. She was so hungry and hungry, she would eat the heifer's raw entrails and pledge its blood. If she could just get a round at the body, she could survive.

The dead cow was dropped into the nestle and the dragons instantly piled on the bleeding physical structure, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off iota of meat with zestfulness. Marian crawled over on her hands and knees, but was shoved out of the way before she could even concern the cow. These flying lizard were the very definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the other incline 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 salute her tears and her stomach was growling with such vividness that she almost wanted to cannibalise one of her limbs.

To her surprisal, the flying dragon'appetite seemed to be several times greater than before. In just under a one-half 60 minutes, the Draco were able to strip the cow's skeleton clean of every apothecaries' ounce of flesh. They even snapped the bones and drained them off the marrow, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able to do once the tartar fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the flying lizard decided to function off the meal through exercise, their workout being sexual assault. With half of her mind focused on pleasuring her owners, Marian focused the early half of her mind on trying to find oneself a way to get water and sustenance. Her opinion were interrupted after a yearn period of metre by the surprise that the dragons still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a half and the savage were still raping her with the same speed and power as when they began.

Minutes passed by slowly with each leaving her more wipe out than the last. Marian tried to keep her movements to only the necessary minimum, hoping she could outlast her tormenters, as they were the ones truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless attack, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too sap to proceed, Marian lied on her stomach as limp as a ragdoll, with her trunk being jerked by the undeterred thrusts of the dragons, now being forced to occupy turns instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hours, the dragon finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her alleviation, the jizz they poured down her throat managed to assuage 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 recover. The dragons had not been that brutal since she tried to run, and the torment had gone on for so longsighted that she thought they were actually going to rape her to end. She couldn't even move her wooden leg because her vagina and anus were so spite and torn, the pocket-sized shift would broadcast bolts of crippling infliction crawling through her trunk, but the pain in her body was still less than her thirst and her hunger.

She could only arrogate that it was the fourth part day, and bring through for several gulps of flying dragon seed, she had been deprived of all liquidness. someone exposed to less would be dead from dehydration, and she knew her dried-out dead body was now at death's doorway. If she could just find some food or water, she could preserve on, instead of just relying of ejaculate to blow out her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

exploitation her hand, she scraped all of the wet and dried come off of her nude body, forming a pile of E. B. White cheekiness and thick slime on her thenar. She stared at the disgusting pile, trying to fortify her declaration. The dragon spermatozoon had no nutrients, but there was weewee in it and she could use it to fill her venter. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to feel shame or disgust, Marian closed her oculus and scooped the mixed seminal fluid of the five dragons into her mouth. While the animal had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen prison term, she gagged and almost vomited from the taste sensation and consistence of the slimy quite a little. Knowing that she would not last without it, she suppressed her gag instinctive reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual pleasance, the great feeling of all the wet and dry sperm landing in her stomach was incredible. The mass now residing her stomach strengthened her appetence and she was hungry for more. With new long suit, she began peeling the dried cum off of her naked body and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her self-possession to discount the rancid salty taste.

Still not wide, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to triumph in for the riotous several Day. With each crusty handful she shoveled into her mouth, her hungriness was to a greater extent and more extinguished and she became more and more agitate. Once she had eaten every flake and glob she could find oneself, she laid back with her hand on her mostly-full abdomen. She hadn't felt this honest in this cave since her first base orgasm, but while her hunger was mostly gone, she wasn't wax and she was still very thirsty. As a good deal as she hated herself for it, she was desperate for More seminal fluid to gorge on.

Unfortunately, the hatchlings might be crimson if she woke them up so early, even to suck in them off, and they hadn't been resting enough to restore their stockpile. But there was still one to a greater extent possible source…

Trying to ready as piffling dissonance as possible and not alert the quiescency hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the cuddle. The elder flying lizard had just returned from defecating remote and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be rejoicing or dignified, Marian tried to figure out how to entice the dragon.

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

The creature that stole her virginity as well as her soundbox looked up, now curious. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to chill itself. The dragon stared at her knife, remembering how indulgent her mouthpiece was and how dainty it felt. As he remembered violating her, the flying lizard's cock revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as prominent and hard as a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree log. Marian continued to jiggle her tongue, signaling to the elder tartar that she wanted it.

The gargantuan Dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect dick and resting it on the edge of the draw close, right in figurehead of Marian. As she remembered, the nous of the flying dragon's cock was as large as her own skull and the musky feel was far more potent than the venereal smell of the younglings. This was the exclusively way she could get something to quench her hungriness, and she would birth to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her arms around the dragon's head and began running her clapper in the slit on the very tip, which was as turgid as a sword virgule. The flesh was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her knife burned, and she could barely breath the smell that seemed to waft from the brute's Phallus.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to satisfy the creature. Hugging the head of the dragon's peter and holding her breath, Marian completely buried her case in the slit, kissing it as if it were the face of her fan and slobbering the interior with her tongue, pleasuring her tartar owner to her best ability. When the dragon began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a good job. She doubled her exertion, working backbreaking to milk the flying lizard for every drop of cum. Knowing that it was about to ejaculate, Marian closed her eyes and opened her oral cavity as spacious as possible, lusting for a quenching drink.

The flying dragon's orgasm was lots great and more mighty than expected, nearly pushing her back from the violence and amount. She was wrapped in a white cloak of cum and managed to swallow Thomas More than a pint. While her hunger was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even… lustful. She continued to lick the slit while she rubbed the head with her arm, eventually coaxing another orgasm. She felt a twisted conformation of pleasure and expiation in the feeling of being sprayed with Sir Thomas More semen. The dragon pulled away with his tool quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

Lying in the cuddle, Marian scraped the dragon's cum off of her raw body and slurped it off her fingerbreadth with relish. Her stomach was full and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not give up herself. At number 1 she thought some part of her creative thinker was just telling her to clean herself off, but this view was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other 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 holler as the tartar raped her or ejaculated into or on her body, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless silence as she let them use her consistency however they wanted, then she gained enough authority to hope that she could attain her freedom if she waited them out and used their bodily fluids to stick awake. Now here she was, savoring the tartar's cum like it was a treat and stroking the bruised lips of her puss in intimate euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniacal pet.

There were so many thing that she hated about this situation : she wished she could be given time to heal, she wished she could have some real intellectual nourishment and pee, she wished she could tell her family she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be able to face them if she lived ), and wished she could at least slumber in something more comfortable than a bed of semen-coated sticks.

But while there were all of those problems, she had to admit the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the passion and taste of the flying lizard'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragons and pleasuring all at the Sami time like a woman of the street, she was enjoying the tactile sensation of the dragons shaft being compulsive deep into her torso so heavily and fast that she could do nada but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the dateless school term of gang-rape brought on. At outset she had hated it so much that she prayed for death, now she couldn't get sufficiency violation.

Like the return of her will to go, this acceptance gave her incredible pacification of mind. At the toll of her lordliness and many quilt, this was actually making her happy. And if being violated was gratifying, then she was going to enjoy this to the to the full potential…

As she gained her first grinning 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 nest, giving his Word a filling meal. As the dragon tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to touch herself, working her fingers between the ramification as she waited for the dragon to finish eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in turn could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the meat 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 spread her ass boldness and reveal her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so long and so many times.

"seminal fluid on children, I'm ready."



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

As if sensing her change in mood and view, the flying dragon seemed to alter their tactics. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming stake over parts of her body or making her pleasance them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master, their mob extremity, or even their equal, but they did seem to be aware that she was a be matter and not an inanimate sex toy.

The session ended with Marian using her handwriting to stroke the dragons to climax with her rima oris clear, hungrily catching the jets of sperm cell. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every drop of cum and licking up every dip that missed her sass and waiting clapper. With the dragons spent and her own physical penury fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the dragon fed on a pair of sheep, though her longanimity was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either impulse without fucking one of the animate being. One of the Draco was airless to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her bridge player and genu, Marian bravely interrupted the fauna's bloody banquet and climbed onto his lap. The dragon was just about to tangle and yaup at her impertinence, but became mute when Marian grasped his turncock, stroked it to a full erection, and grinded her pussy against the calamus before pushing it in. The dragon instantly became very docile as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in bliss as she drove the animal's sexual electronic organ into her wet cunt.

Behind her, another dragon had finished his repast faster than expected and was eager to get a turn. Marian dismounted the first base tartar and got onto her hired man and articulatio genus, letting the bit dragon penetrate her from behind while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the second time, the firedrake's meal was interrupted, this time by a gushing orgasm. As he launched his first jet of seed, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every cliff. Her eyes then rolled up into her capitulum and she purred in rousing as she felt the flying lizard behind her cum, shooting multiple jets of semen into her body. She reached back and began rubbing her puss while the tartar tried to regain his erecting. By the meter he was ready for Round Two, the rest of the dragon had finished eating and were ready to ravage her.

After the firedrake took their positions and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference when compared to earlier sessions : This time, they were more measured with their movements and how they treated her. They became aware of her injure ankle joint and did their best to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were measured to observe their chela from touching her. Their thrusts, which were normally fast and powerful, were now tardily and gentle, and Marian realized that the Draco were trying to avoid agitating the bulla, bruise, and snag in her anus and vagina.

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



Marian was resting on her stomach on the edge of the cuddle, watching the Draco with a grin on her aspect. Their musculus were finally firm enough for them to do more than just hump, and they were using this opportunity to finally step out of the draw close and play. The dragon were running on all fours around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a bedding of puppies chasing each other in a playing area, though this wasn't a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual variety in their skeletons. She could tell their many subdued bones were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very flexible like their Padre, but she could see they were having Thomas More and more than 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 fount as she watched the hatchlings play. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing beats of the father dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two cows, one for itself and the former for the younglings. The sister flying lizard quickly jumped back into the draw close and began whining as their male parent approached, begging for the slain lead. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the fragile wince from the pain in her articulatio talocruralis. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a discontinue ankle had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be able to put weight on it if she were desperate enough…

As the tartar feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the grease out from under her nails. She would trade her soul for a chance to bathe. About to start working on her right fingers, Marian's attention was taken by the approach of one of the dragons. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her attention to the strip of thigh muscleman hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his chief and dropped the kernel on her lap. The creature had just shared his food, giving her Sir Thomas More than a pound of nitty-gritty. While the dragon turned away to return to the main carcass, Marian stared at the bloody strip of muscle. Slowly, a snag rolled down her face 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 seminal fluid, this was a blessing. She picked up the comic strip and quickly tore into it like a feral animal, digging into the tough muscle roughage while the parentage rolled down her mentum. As she ate, crying of relief poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able to eat something firm with so much flavor ( instead of the cum that the firedrake would shoot down her throat ) and the fact that these creature had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a massive alteration in the Dragon'behavior. With the commencement change, they were less savage and forceful. With the second gear change, they were very heedful with their movements and worked intemperate to avoid causing her pain in the ass. With the third gear change, they were actually quite tender, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took turns, each working their peter inside her with tiresome but deeply slash. Their movements and thrusts could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their paws on her side to keep her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their weaponry tightly around her and holding her while they were confidant, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how much they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless beasts that violated her with a sealed cruelty, but now they were being gentle and kind. She actually felt like the flying lizard were being emotional, and each dragon that she was intimate with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a turn, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the same time, finally fulfilling her new sexual desires. Even now, she saw a meaning change in their behavior. The tartar sodomizing her from behind had his coat of arms wrapped around her waistline, the flying lizard that she was riding had his hands on her dresser and was holding her up so that she didn't have to wield herself, and the three dragons that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each other to brook on their hind legs instead of putting their weight on her. She could feel their care with each poke and ejaculation.



Two 60 minutes and Sir Thomas More than half a dozen orgasm later, Marian fell back onto the trading floor of the nest, hungrily licking off the layer of seminal fluid that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her branch felt like jumper cable exercising weight from cumming over and over again. She closed her centre, waiting for slumber to come, but she was shaken by the touch of the dragons all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could require another routine, she was trusted she had drained them of every driblet of cum. She opened her oculus and looked around, unable to conceive what she was seeing. All of the dragons had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to catch some Z's with her and be with her, not just get turns having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to sleep, Marian laid her oral sex back and just stared at the cavern ceiling, trying to process the event.



Marian was awoken from her restless sleep by a deafening crack of smack outside. It was the middle of the night and flashes of light illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as loud as the thunder was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape painting and the mountainside. Small rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entrance like a waterfall. Another crevice of boom rip the boom of the pouring pelting, and while Marian wanted to cover her spike from the painful volume, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The rain was so trashy, yet the Draco didn't seem to listen a single drop-off or dash of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a lose it branchlet. Before she could even heave, an escape valve plan had already formed in Marian's psyche. If she were to move quietly and softly enough, she could wax out of the nest and the rain out-of-door would cover the sound of any break sticks. 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 anger could be lethal. But on the other paw, this was probably her only chance to fly the coop and she could not ideate a best one natural event.

At terminal, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to wake the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their grip. With every breath she took as precarious as a foliage in the breeze and seemingly as flash as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as potential not to shake the draw close. She did not devil praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each second base felt like an 60 minutes as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nest. She picked each detail of tangency with only the most upmost focus, putting her free weight only on the thickest sticks and where the closing of the twigs met, trying to break as few possible.

As expected, there were far more loud snaps than she wanted, and every endorsement, Marian fully expected one of the dragons to ignite up and snarl. She gave a sigh of rest period when she got her full body up onto the very border of the nest. Holding her breath, she began the slow climb down the exterior. This was far more difficult, as she had to work the nestle like a ladder and her full trunk weight was pulling down on the branches. With her whole body palpitation and her articulatio talocruralis pounding, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. triad metrical foot from the cave floor, her philia stopped as she felt the branch in her hand break give up of the snuggle. Giving a silent sidesplitter and waving her coat of arms, Marian fell down onto the cavern flooring in a painful landing while the outgrowth gave a loud snap.

Lying on the terra firma and waiting for the dragons to make off out of the snuggle and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain from the jarring crack to the skull and all the scratches that peppered her back, thighs, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard aught from the cuddle and the senior dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still intelligent asleep. With a hysteric smile, Marian slowly got to her invertebrate foot and began limping towards the cave entrance. She slowed her pace and held her breath as she passed by the elder flying lizard, but finally, she reached the cave entryway. With tears of joy streaming down her face, Marian stepped out into the rainfall and let the body of water dampen away days of grime, stemma, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her tegument with her hands, trying to wash out away the ignominy she been forced to endure. The undercoat around her was covered in grungy oil from all the stain being scraped off her physical structure. Once she was for certain she was uninfected, she looked up and opened her mouth, letting the largest falls running down the cave ingress pour into her lip. For several minutes, she chugged the body of water pouring off the gem, so grateful to take sporty urine to drink in 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 kibosh imbibing, and draw back 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 system of rules, Marian collapsed to the ground a hundred feet from the cave entering, weeping in happiness. She was finally give up, she could finally leave. Her tears then stopped, as the doubtfulness appeared in her brain of whether she really should impart. She had mulled over this inquiry back in the snuggle, but that was when she was weighing the peril of just attempting to escape, and she had never thought beyond if she should leave behind once she got this far. She didn't even make out where this dubiousness had come from, but she could not hold on thinking it over. This question would not leave her judgement and her physical structure refused to move until she came up with a material decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these animals'sex slave. But while she had been raped more time than she could count and had experienced more terror, pain, and shame at the script of these creature than ever in her life, she had come to enjoy the feelings of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible sexual climax she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family unit again, but would she even be able to face them ? Would her category even accept her after all of the degrading things she had been forced ( and Sir Thomas More than willing ) to do ? And would she ever have a chance of getting married ? Would any man cutaneous senses her after her porta had been turned into gargantuan craters by unholy monstrosity ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able-bodied to get rest home safely ? These lands were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a naked stripling young woman who could only hitch have ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a topographic point that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to result so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasure and enjoyment in sustenance with these mere beasts. And after what she had felt in those flying dragon'hearts… she did not fuck if she could walk away from the feelings they felt for her… or the smell she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shuddering breath and got to her invertebrate foot. Looking at the cave, she took another shaky inspiration of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her composure, she entered the cave and walked past the elderberry bush dragon. Climbing into the snuggle, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragons and wrapping her arms around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but quick smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the cuddle alone, but the dragons had not left. They were out in the book binding of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and pounce on each other, she began to marvel if her actualisation final stage Nox had just been a dream. She looked at her arms and chest, noting that her dead body had been cleaned of all the grease and dried semen that accumulated over the sidereal day. The only way she could get uncontaminating is if she had washed herself with water supply. Marian smiled as she realized that her espousal had been real ; she had escaped the dragons'nest and decided to come back of her own free will. The wight that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved ones. Rape and sexual ravishment had now become intimacy and joy, something that originally made her cry in pain but now made her purr in stimulation and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to fear from her new family, Marian got up and stretched. With a grin on her aspect, she climbed up onto the edge of the nest and began to descale down the slope. 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 spelunk storey and approached her nest-mates. With each footmark she took, the firedrake became less and less tense, sitting with their dress suit wagging like emotional dogs. She reached the close dragon and crouched down in battlefront of him, running her hand along the English of his look and looking into his golden eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her lips against the front of the dragon's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At first the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to huge differences in the sizing and shapes of their back talk, but he quickly began to understand how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the dragon's mouth ( while careful not to get cut on his razor teeth ) and the firedrake replied by sending his long forked tongue into her rima oris, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the tool to a full throbbing erection.

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

With a frown on her aspect, Marian turned and flicked the interloper 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 overplus. All of the dragons were awestruck in how the tables had turned. When they first came into the world, Marian's body was just an object that they used to release their sexual impulse and practice with their muscles, something they would rape and violate for their workout and entertainment. Now, they were sharing their food with her, snuggling up with her when they slept, and she was even scolding and disciplining them.

After a minute, Marian stopped kissing the kickoff dragon and turned to the second. By tickling him under the Kuki-Chin, she got him to raise his drumhead and feeling at her."Aw, my sweet sister. Don't headache, I'll take attention of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, day turned into calendar week and weeks turned into months, with Marian raising the firedrake as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nymphomaniac. She even gave the flying lizard figure so that she could ameliorate distinguish them, and the Sir Thomas More time she spent with them, the more she was able to see the subtle physical deviation between each creature and differentiate them apart.

Every day, she would wake up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them awake, and then plug every porta in her soundbox with their cocks until she had a screaming orgasm and they coated her in come. By the time they were done, the senior dragon would return with a slain fauna that Marian would prey on with the Saami intensiveness as her dragon crime syndicate, and after they had eaten, they would all make out her at once with her begging them to function her harder and faster, and then fall asleep.

On days when they were more energetic than horny, the dragon would instead run around the cave and play, pouncing and wrestling with each other while Marian watched and giggled. Once her articulatio talocruralis had healed, she would often climb out of the nest and link up them, while being careful not to get her naked body scratched and bruised on the rough cave floor and their solidification scales.

During times when the flying lizard were asleep but Marian was horny, she would climb out of the nest and pleasure the elder Dragon. She would swallow up her face in the slit of the gargantuan beast's cock, using her natural language to drive the tartar wild while she touched herself. After the elder dragon would blurt all over her, she would swallow as much as she could and then roll in the puddle of seed, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the firedrake, the More she noticed their growth rate. When they had first hatched, the Dragon were the size of it of Hugo Wolf with greatly disproportionately sexual reed organ. Now, mid summertime, they were the size of it of adult men, with their phalluses having only grown four inches. 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 large that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size and majority, the elderberry bush dragon began playing a full-grown role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entrance to guard the cuddle and only left to alleviate himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the forest on the mountainside, teaching them to hunt for themselves and making for certain they got plenty of exercise. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the timber in the search of H2O. Even though the dragons were sharing their intellectual nourishment with her, thus letting her replace come with creature blood as her source of hydration, she wanted something to snuff out her thirst that wasn't thick and salty. While the tartar would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the small stream nearby and drinking until she couldn't drink anymore.



It was a warm summer good afternoon and Marian was walking through the woodland, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of heavyset splashing and chewing caught her tending, drawing her to a trampled President George W. Bush. She pushed the bush aside and found on of the flying lizard with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open dresser of a slain elk. The dragon looked up and began wagging his tail when he saw the grin on her face.

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

The dragon wagged his tail even harder and continue tearing into the organs of his prey. As Marian watched the flying lizard feast on his first kill, a thought entered her psyche that made her look up at the sky. Right now it was squeamish and warm, but only because it was summer. Soon, wintertime would rear its ugly head and there was no way Marian would be able to outlive the way she was : naked and without a way to make fervency. She had to get something to keep her warm or else she would freeze out to Death. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the monolithic hole the flying dragon had opened up in the dresser. Once she pulled up a large fluttering, she patted it with her helping hand and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the dragon would realise her words, but she was hoping he would at least get the substance. To her destiny, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to remain peeling off the pelt while he hate. Without any experience or tool, it was incredibly difficult and her only direction was common good sense and the stories her sometime crony used to tell whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly molded and had multiple bust, she finally managed to pull off the bloody hide, mostly intact. With a smile of pride, she leaned down and thank Syris with an affectionate osculation on the lips.

After taking a strip show of second joint meat off of the elk and with the skin over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his repast while she went to find the early flying lizard and see if she could get the skin off their kills. As she walked though the forest, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few months ago, she was the member of a farming family, working with her parents to levy and pick grape for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a assault victim for cruel creature. adjacent she became a hardened survivor, willing to spread her legs for her captors and live solely on seminal fluid to stay live. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an carnal pelt over her shoulder and chewing on a raw comic strip of meat with the blood dripping off her chin and running down her full breasts. She was living in a nest with dragons, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect putz. She had gone from being a farmer to being a bestiality sex-addict that was living Sir Thomas More like an animal than a human.

And this lifestyle made her sincerely happy.



Marian was capable to line up the remainder of the flying dragon by calling out their names : Isaac, Chester A. Arthur, Pinot grape, Ashford, and the elder dragon, bourne. Pinot, Isaac, and Bourne were able to charm some Sir Thomas More elk and Marian found them in metre to salvage the pelts. She would require many more if she was to outlive wintertime, but at least she had enough for more well-fixed bedding.



After two weeks, Marian was capable get more than thirty animal pelts from horse cavalry, moo-cow, elk, and even bears. Using bones and braided hair, she managed to move around five of them into a set of dress to keep her Sir Thomas More than affectionate when outside once winter came, and turned the rest into a furry tunnel that she could lie in and stay perfectly comfortable, 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 empty-bellied. She looked around, wondering if bourn and her nest-mates had gone out into the woods to hunt. She was disappointed by her desolation, because either she would wake 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 thought process were interrupted as the cave suddenly went dark. Something was blocking the sun, was it Bourne ? The doubtfulness was answered by six loud crashes outside and the arrival of the dragons, folding their wings as they entered the cave.

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

Over the six months since they hatched, the dragons had grown to be the size of stallions and now looked so much like their Father-God. The plates, which had originally been delicate and pink, now looked like reddish chip and were as hard, their stubby claws and fang were as hard and shrill as obelisk, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

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

The immature Draco all lowered their principal and she gave each of them a prospicient and passionate osculation on the sassing, flitting her tongue between the tips of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot, who knew that she was going to reinforce them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her stifle, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized genus Phallus. Licking her mouth, she took the chief in her sassing ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her knife in the cunt, making the dragon shudder in joy. The relief of the dragons waited anxiously for Marian to give them permit to penetrate her.

After several seconds of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the balance of the jumbo winged lounge lizard."Come on back to the snuggle and I'll show you just how proud of you I am."

She then walked back to the nest, climbed up onto the edge, and hang over with her creature hide britches around her articulatio talocruralis to testify her pussy and shit."semen on boys, I'm waiting."

She lowered herself into the nest with the firedrake jumping in after her.



Winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her collection of animal hide, Marian had a hard meter staying affectionate. Sensing her vulnerability to the coldness, the firedrake 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 night, the giant senior dragon would lie down by the nest and use one of his giant backstage to keep open Marian and his sons warm and protected from the icy Night air.



A yr slowly passed by in the cave, during which the dragons gangbanged Marian all at once over two thousand sentence, 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 time in late natural spring, the day after the one-year anniversary of her snatch. She looked around, trying to find a vestige of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the dragons now left her alone when they left to hunt, so waking up by herself was cypher new, especially since the dragon needed more and More food. Wondering when they would hail back, Marian decided to go out for a manner of walking in the woods. Wearing her creature skin outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

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

Again, this was no surprisal. The dragons had purged the land of all boastfully animals and were always traveling farther and farther in search of nutrient. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a perambulation around the woods and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the nest to hold off for her winged lovers.

Dozing for the residuum of the day and had a restless sleep during the night, but woke up the next morning to obtain herself still alone. She tried to enjoin herself that they were probably just having a hard meter finding food, but her judgment was filled with worry. After spending the day drinking water and collecting wild plant life and freak to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a inscrutable tingle of worry in her heart, but she worked with every vulcanized fiber in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for intellectual nourishment, Marian spent to the highest degree of the night lying on her back in the empty nest, staring at the cavern out ceiling. As the moon reached its highest point in the sky, an idea entered her mind. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her crucifix necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a souvenir of her former life, even though she had lost her faith in God. She couldn't remember the last time she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a good time.

"God, you did not answer my plea when I was first captured, but please, avail me. Bring them back, Lord, please. I don't want to miss them,"she said, crying for the first time in a retentive time.



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

It had been a twelvemonth since the dragons had hatched and it was now clear that they had left the nest for animation of their own. They were no longer hatchlings ; they were now grown adults and it was time for them to have hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would follow, but she had hoped that she would have more meter or that maybe that they would make her with them, though there was as short chance of one of them taking her with them as two them staying together after leaving.

The firedrake leaving to initiate new lifespan on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could sustain said goodbye to her children.



One class later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing plane in a piddle barrel, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the dragons were not going to turn back, Marian left the cave that she had called dwelling house and returned to human being order. It had taken her time to get reacquainted with human life and socialization, but now she was once again a member of society and even had a job working as a chambermaid, though she was not the same farmer girl that she had originally been.

She had cast aside her rood-tree, having lost her faith in God once and for all after being taken from her 1st family and left behind by her mo, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her James Leonard Farmer living.

It was arduous for her to stay focalize on her tasks, as not a ace hour passed by where she didn't think about the tartar she had come to know and know. Ever since coming back to homo society, she had tried desperately to get the Sami sexual flush she had experienced time and clip again in the tartar nest. She had tried having one-night flings with the men of the township, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into barns and stables on multiple occasions to pleasure the horses and horseshit, but nothing gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumors of dragons that passed through the Ithiel Town, wondering if there was any word of her former family. All she heard was the boring expected : cows and horse cavalry being killed and womanhood being told to preserve their pilus short so as not to draw attention and be taken away. It was for this grounds that Marian allowed her whisker to grow as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to cling the dampen canvas, she heard a racket that made her fall her hoop and gasp. It was a thunder, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. Several howler could be heard in the background, but the snarls of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the squashy road that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the reservoir of the commotion. People screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the distance she could see the top of red wings.

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

Turning a niche, Marian got a well feeling at the wight and gasped. Even after a year of growth and change, she recognized the exfoliation pattern and osseous tissue structure of the dragon as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of his father, the creature was in the street, wrecking unwitting havoc. With his hand-like manus, he was reaching out and grabbing women from the crowds of people that had come to see the commotion or had not yet fled. Snorting in annoyance over the curtness of their hair, he would fell them and they would run away screaming. With his tail and backstage, he kept at bay soldiers and granger, slowly inching towards him with arm and tools.

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

The firedrake stared straight at her and his tail and wings hung hitch. 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 open quad to face the Dragon. The scarlet colossus lowered his mind, letting Marian hug his nose while the spectators stared in utter disbelief.

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

The dragon then extended his furcate natural language and Marian took one of the tendrils in her mouth, sucking on it the Same way she used to imbibe his cock. the great unwashed stared in horror at the mountain until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.

"Ugh, I can't tell you how a great deal I missed this,"she groaned in rousing with a screw thread of saliva hanging from her lip.

She then looked down and gained a coy grinning. The onlooker gasped in disbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal Dragon and began touching him in a way that caused his dick to give away itself. Like bourn, Pinot's erect cock was now the size of a Tree log, and Marian had to use both hands to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the head with her lingua, causing many looker-on to anathemize, scream, and swoon. For almost a minute, Pinot shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the principal of his cock with her spit. At last, the firedrake had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's face and garb with more than two Imperial gallon of semen, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlooker that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the tartar and began brushing her haircloth with her fingers."I'm sure you have tiddler of your own now, you must have found a partner to lay plenty of ball. Here, occupy my hair to rail line your nuzzle, and lead me as well. Please take me with you ; I don't want to endure here anymore. I want to live with you and know the children of my children."

Without so much as a nod, the dragon took her in her implements of war, then with a flap of his wing that was so muscular that the surrounding construction were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his home with Marian.





The End




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