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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only tardily outflow in the English countryside. The Edwin Herbert Land was wide-cut of life sentence, for it had been five days since the end of the Joseph Black infestation. All across Europe, husbandman who had originally been peasants under their mogul were now free to claim res publica for their own and dwell without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low population and lush farmlands bringing about new lifetime and new generations, there was a great terror that refused to go silently in the night.

Flying along the cloud was a mighty tartar, glistening as brightly as a dressed ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively Whitney Young, the brute had reached full-of-the-moon maturity in both experience and enduringness. The dragon's torso alone was the size of six horses, with the addition of his long neck and fag end More than tripling his overall length. His arm were tenacious and powerful enough to knock aside houses with a single chimneysweep and each wing could be used as a Martin Luther King Jr.'s pavilion. Each red shell was the size of a homo hand, his prosperous eyes were as large as melon with black dent for pupil, and his jaws could snap up even the orotund bull and then break up it in half with bare bite-force.

The Dragon's figure could be considered a combination of respective unlike creature'device characteristic. As expected, its skeleton was much like other lounge lizard ( common iguana and Komodo Dragon ) though it also had a bombastic limb-to-body distance ratio, much like a canine. Its most salient pinched feature article was the human-like characteristics, allowing for very large flexibility and the ability to take very specific airs if it desired.

down feather below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon lovingness. Walking among the gangway of grapevines was the farmer's daughter, humming in relaxed joy with a full basketful hanging from her arm. Her name was Marian and she was the superbia of her family, a young charwoman with longsighted blond hair and a beauty that was equaled only by the majuscule cathedrals. She was xviii class old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her mind was the face of the blacksmith's son she had met the previous yr when her family went to the nearby village to sell their wine. She hoped that he would be the one to take her as his bride and that the grapes in her basket would get the wine that they would drink in on their wedding day.

As she approached her family's farmhouse, her fantasies were cut brusque as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped phantom. She looked up and all the coloring was drained from her face and the breath from her lungs. The dragon had spotted her with heart keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her hair would make perfect lining for the beast's nest. Marian was able to turn a individual panic-struck thigh-slapper as the flying dragon wrapped his arm-sized finger around her waist, tearing her wearing apparel with his colossal talons but not causing her any impairment. For the second time, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the Draco pulled back up into the air, making her body palpate like its weight had been multiplied.

"Father ! female parent !"she tearfully cried as her parents ran out of the farmhouse, just in metre to see their daughter carried away in the Draco's clutches.

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing ALT, Marian pushed and pulled on the dragon's powerful fingerbreadth, trying to disembarrass herself. Annoyed at his target's attempts to get away, the snarling dragon reached down with its hanker neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few infantry from her promontory. Marian's body went unbending in unparalleled terror as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized teeth and smelled the olfactory property of blood on its breathing time. With tears streaming down her face, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her neck opening and began to pray, begging God for some chip of protection against the beast that now held her.



Marian hit the footing with painful force, jarring her from her comatose sleep after having fainted from little terror. Hoping she had just woken up from a terrible dream, Marian scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. She was lying in a broad cave, large enough for the dragon to displace around in. Due to the size and the lack of any soil in the ground or bulwark, Marian figured that the cave resided in the English of a mountain. The creature itself was blocking the departure, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five ball that were the size of it of her family's wine-colored barrels. Unlike bird or lizard testicle, the ballock of the dragon were made of flesh and riddled with pulsing nervure, as if the orchis had their own philia. The womb-like nut of the dragons served a unique purpose, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much little and more achievable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were gravid and solid enough to fail free and go outside.

The floor was load with underframe of everything from rodents to livestock, with the hair's-breadth of animals like horses and sheep having been cut away to line the nest. Residing behind the nest was a deal that terrified Marian as much as the creature that had taken her. It was the skeleton of another dragon of equal sizing, obviously the other parent of the bollock, though she could not tell if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in fearfulness as the dragon blocking the departure moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like hand, the dragon knocked her off her feet and pinned her Down, as easily as if she had been a leaf blade of grass. Crying in reverence, she begged for mercy, both from God and the flying dragon as the potent puppet reached towards her head with his other paw and one of its farsighted claws extended. She doubled her efforts as the sword-like talon hung just a few inches above her cheek, but released a sigh of relief as it moved above her head. She became as still as a statue as she felt the tartar's nipper cut off her hair and tear through the stone ground as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The dragon then picked up the long lock of blonde whisker that Marian had vainly spent 60 minutes brushing back nursing home and used it to rail line his nuzzle. With the beast having released her and moved over to the nest, she knew that she had one opportunity to get away. Scrambling to her feet, she desperately sprinted to the cave entrance. With a snarl of annoyance but little overall effort, the firedrake reached out with his can and knocked her backrest to the solid ground. Marian cried in frustration 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 flying lizard reached down and sniffed her dress while wetting his crisp fangs with his long fork-like knife. Every deep inhale through his nostrils felt strong enough to lift her off the flat coat. Without a doubt, there was nothing she could do to resist the beast ; it was far too sinewy for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in concern as the tartar clamped his lips around a pother of her dress and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the activity, tearing off her undergarments. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the cold ground underneath this powerful beast. She couldn't even describe how lost and violated she felt when the flying dragon's scaly lips and nose pushed against her secret region while it ripped away her clothes. She was completely exposed with the impression of insensate stone against her back and behind and the dragon's hot wet breather against her pectus, venter, and thighs. The only thing still on her body was her rood-tree necklace, but she didn't even have the courage to grasp it.

Marian shivered and gave a tearful whimper as the flying lizard ran the two farsighted tendrils of its forked tongue up her flavorless stomach and between her round breasts. The tongue against her hide felt like a mix of a giant slug and a waterlogged comic strip of undercooked beef crawling up her consistency. The lost young charwoman again began to beg. Now that the Dragon had tasted her, he would most potential commence to eat her. Any indorse now, she would scream in pain in the ass as the dragon's razor-sharp tooth or hook would tear through her like a knife through one of her farm's grapes. But instead, she just felt the dragon's lingua again lick her stomach and breasts.

In her skin and her fear-induced sweat, the flying lizard could taste something scrumptious. After class of living on a vineyard and basically being raised on wine, the taste of ferment grape juice was basically wafting from her pores, and the dragon found it absolutely scrumptious. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, unable to kibosh the flying dragon from licking her body. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closemouthed she had ever come to this was getting her manus licked by stock in the Greenwich Village near her habitation. But this, her navel and white meat were being lathered by the flying dragon's lingua and there was nothing she could do to contain the molestation.

She shook her head from side to side in fear and disgust as the Dragon wrapped the tendrils of his forked tongue around her lenient neck, but it was too late, the savage had already caught the smell and taste perception of wine on her breath. Before she could react, the Dragon forced one of his tongue tendrils into her back talk. Marian tried to cry, but the dragon's tongue had completely filled her mouth with its saliva running down her pharynx. The tendril of his branched 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 sense of taste and olfaction of wine on her breath.

Marian's eyes rolled back into her head and her whole consistence convulsed as the end of the firedrake's tongue was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the spine of her pharynx. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to work her organic structure, slathering her full tit and rubbing her stomach. Finally, the flying lizard pulled its tongue free. Marian lay limp with her eyes still rolled up into her question and her mouth hanging receptive, with the dragon's saliva and her own dripping off his clapper and pelting her lips. The dragon had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so toothsome as much as it was… arousing.

The aroma that the dragon had caught was the internal secretion of Marian's teen trunk. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her body was reacting to the touch and was energizing her hormones. The Dragon was sensing these hormone 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 intimate desire building up in within him. The Draco reached down, bringing his glossa to the place 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 veneration. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an wicked animal doing it made her sick of to her stomach.

The tongue tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to enter her. Desperate to forfend the horrible fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the dragon's tongue, desperately trying to push it back. The Draco growled at her attempted rejection and pressed on her consistency with his paw, completely pinning her down and leaving her unable to move.

Crying in fear and humiliation, she once again began praying to God for trade protection and begging the Draco for mercy. The tartar pressed harder against her slit and the tip of his tongue managed to pass around the lips. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her entreaty. Her screaming continued to increase in volume as he forced his tongue farther and farther into her virgin body. The Cy Young victim couldn't believe the filling wizard coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would split her in half like a axe chopping a piece of firewood.

The tongue stopped and Marian fell silent as she felt it turn over some sort of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more terrified than ever before in this horrible ordeal. Gasping for air and tears, Marian looked up at the dragon."Please point, please don't assault me. In the name of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to continue one smidgen of her dignity.

Her words meant null to the dragon, and without any pity, he rammed his tongue tendril all the way into her puss, rupturing her hymen without any effort 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 plastered body, the dragon moved back and forth to savour the taste perception of her endocrine and blood. Sobbing in painful sensation and mortification, Marian could do zip to kibosh the dragon as he raped her with little to a greater extent than a undivided tendril of his pronged tongue.

With her body jerking with each barbarous push of the Draco's tongue, she looked down, having spotted something in the niche 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 dragon's eubstance like a dog or horse, but he was now so aroused that it was reaching out and seeable. Only now did Marian realize that the dragon truly was a male person, and now her threat had reached new heights.

Afraid of the dragon's log-sized member and still in painful sensation from the animal's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't quit herself from screaming, greatly annoying the flying lizard. Wanting to silence her shrill cries of desperation and sample distribution more of the wine-colored on her breath, the dragon forced his former lingua tendril into her rima oris. With the dragon's knife being forced into her slit and throat at the same time, Marian could do zip by silently pray as tears of pain and humiliation ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the flying lizard pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a modification of gustation. Before Marian could even fascinate her breath, the Draco forced his lingua tendrils back into her body, but switched. With Marian's saliva being mixed with the firedrake's in her pussy as he rammed her and the gustatory perception of her juices being forced in her mouth, the young woman was filled with disgust and loathing, even towards herself.

With each second passing at a rate resembling an hour, Marian wasn't sure how long it was before the firedrake spit was finally pulled out of her consistence. Even with the skin around her eyes burning from the salt of so many crying, she cried with sculptural relief, believing her torment to be over. Her jaw was aching from the firedrake's clapper filling her mouth, her throat felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her slit was stretched all-inclusive from continuous violation, not to mention bloody and swollen from the brutal deflowering.

Her eyes widened in confusedness as the dragon flipped her over onto her knee joint and articulatio cubiti. After sampling the girl's hormones, the flying lizard was so excited that he could barely control himself. He hadn't been this energized since mating time of year, when he met the female parent of his unborn younglings. The dragon wanted to stay sampling the body before him, regardless of the species or method acting. Marian shivered in fearfulness and disgust as she felt the flying lizard's hot wet breath fan her rear end inner thighs.

"Please stop over, please don't !"she begged as she felt one of the dragon's tongue tendrils closet against her battered pussy and the other against her anus.

With Sir Thomas More strength in his tongue than in Marian's solid body, the Draco rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling shrieking of pain sensation from her prick and purulent getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in fashion that her uncollectible nightmare couldn't have replicated. Never in her sprightliness had she felt so often pain, so often humiliation, and so much helplessness in her aliveness.

As the dragon began moving both half of his spit in and out of her body, Marian's irritating scream continued on, increasing in volume as the firedrake's drive increased in speed and barbarism. The tendrils in her consistence were so large and mightily, Marion felt like her organic structure was going to be completely ripped in one-half, as if the dragon would give one powerful drive and her anus or vagina would be torn open and she would bleed out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its maximum made her want to diffuse her stage in an attempt to diminish the nuisance and the opinion of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her flavour sick with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the Dragon to be set justify and evasion, now she actually wished for last. After being violated and used in every way possible by an animal, she couldn't imagine ever being able to get the better of the bother and humiliation. If she were to somehow escape cock, she didn't know how she could possibly face her family, face a possible hubby, and face herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to love it. Looking past the pain, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing intrusion of her soundbox and soul… she could also feel wave of pleasure being forced through her aching material body. While her intact pelvic region was almost crying out for respite and clemency, Marian could not stop herself from pushing back against the creature's tongue.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and forth against the firedrake's spit tendrils, crying in disgrace from the enjoyment she was experiencing, even at the cost of her self-respect and the nuisance threatening to rip her in half like a rent fruit. She continued pushing against the flying dragon's glossa, beginning to enjoy the mighty shoves against every sensitive post in her pussy and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and Forth in her anus. Her pleasure was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in spell, thrusting one into her pussy and pulling out while driving the other into her asshole, and her shortness of breath of painful sensation and torture were replaced by lachrymose groan of shameful euphoria. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so furious that she even began to touch herself.

Suddenly, Marian's altogether macrocosm was turned upside down as earthshaking waves of warmth and delight coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her biography as the Draco's natural language seemed to replete her pussy and asshole with more pressure than she thought possible. Finally, the tartar fully retracted his natural language, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her puss and anus hotter and wetter than the creature's salivating tongue. Marian collapsed to the soil, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the recognition that this kidnapping demon had just given her the first sexual climax of her life, something she had only heard the cleaning lady of the village near her home gossip about.

Once again, the Draco flipped her over, rolling her onto her rear. Still panting like a dog in the midday high temperature, Marian looked up and her oculus widened in fear. The Dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect member right over her, like the giant chief crossbeam of a house. There was absolutely no way on God's Green earth that the dragon would be able to put that matter in her, not without finally ripping her undefended like a gutted fish and killing her. The dragon knew of this impossibility as well and he wasn't about to sacrifice the life of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to continue appeasing his intimate desires, the flying lizard lowered his dick down onto her eubstance, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in shame and disgust as the colossus phallus pressed down on her like a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, pinning her to the ground. Never before had she even got a ripe look at an carnal's ( or homo's ) intimate organ, let alone touched one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as big as her altogether trunk. She could experience the dragon's heartbeats through the recollective veins pulsing against her naked body, the musky olfactory property that seemed to diffuse the member was making her dizzy, the weight was so intense that she felt like her castanets 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 sexual organ was grinding against her helpless naked consistency, rubbing against every uncovered inch of peel on her erst virgin skeleton. Her lone underground came in the sort of her keeping her center and mouth screwed shut as the head of the flying dragon's cock prodded her nerve, literally the size of her own nous. As he prodded her nerve again and again, Marian tried to ignore the salty, musky smell and the stickiness and unbelievable warmth of the flesh against her skin.

With a growl of annoyance, the flying lizard pressed his workforce against her sides, forcing her to wrap her blazon around his phallus. He wanted more than contact. Afraid of what the firedrake would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the flying dragon was not subject matter. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her legs around the monumental shaft as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential outpouring, clinging to a tree for dearly life.

The firedrake began thrusting forward, rubbing his putz against Marian's frail body with trench hefty shoves. Her whole body was shaking with each shudder that passed through the powerful muscle in the creature's organ. While she cried in shame and disgust of the head of the dragon's tool rubbing against her liquid impudence, she could not ignore her feelings of stimulation and the heat construction between her leg as the creature's shaft rubbed up against the puff up sass of her pussy.

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

With yet another layer of tears coating her nerve, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her knife. The dragon pressed the very tip of the head of his cock against her tongue, and the young sex striver had to agitate the urge to vomit from horror of the act and the disgust salinity and stickiness of the hot flesh. The musty gustatory perception was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to take her biography so that she wouldn't have to continue such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his poke, grinding his throbbing shaft against her petite trunk while Marian tearfully licked the giant fountainhead with her small tongue, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new human concubine. As she worked her clapper in the puss of the head teacher and slathered the surrounding skin, the dragon trembled and grunted from the soft wetness against his most spiritualist area. Her mouth and knife felt so good, the dragon actually wished for a pocket-sized phallus so that he could at least put the whole head in her mouth.

Finally, the dragon looked up and groaned with his altogether eubstance shaking. Just as Marian lowered her school principal and looked at the flying lizard in mix-up, a soaker of semen erupted from the head of his cock. The wave of white slime covered her face and unforesightful hair, filled up her mouth, and poured down her throat. With Marian gagging on the come, the Dragon raised his torso, spraying her entire body.

Rolling on her side of meat in a puddle of dragon sperm, Marian coughed up almost a pint of semen, vomiting in revulsion. More shock and disgusted than every before in her life story, she curled up in a foetal office with her head in her handwriting and released her loudest scream of the day, with her tears mixing with the semen that coated her face. Not only was it disgusting, but far hotter than she could cause imagined. While it was not acute enough to actually cut her skin, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

The flying lizard stepped back and stretched, glad to let experienced such a wonderful orgasm. But now he had lost his interest in this unseasoned girl. True, he had discovered something to delight later in his aliveness, 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 show utile to the younglings when they hatched. It would sure assist them find pardner if they had some sexual union practice.

The flying lizard carefully grasped her ankle with his jaws, picking her up and holding her upside down. Marian instantly screamed in terror and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysteric mix of either praying for the dragon to release her or end her life history quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she desire to suffer the torment of being ripped to shreds and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to free herself of the dragons jaws, the animal had to tighten his cargo deck, inadvertently crushing her ankle with his lips. Screaming in painfulness from her wound, Marian was carried over to the flying lizard's nest and dropped in, landing on the side of meat opposite of the goliath flesh eggs. Marian looked down at her broken ankle, tearfully cursing her harm. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't rape her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be capable to escape.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a dewy-eyed sprain, Marian gently squeezed her mortise joint to gauge the pain. The moving ridge of suffering that instantly surged through her trunk mixed with the aching bother of bruises and tears 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 eyes were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal position in the street corner of the draw close, slowly pealing off the dense layer of dried semen that coated her naked body. Her English was covered in red weal from sleeping on the limb of the draw close, though the she had tried to gather as much animal tomentum in the nest as possible to try and clear some sort of mattress. Between the nest and the cave entrance was the dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge sexual climax and eating on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a long strip of dehydrated cum off her right white meat, a tearing phone cut through the air, terrifying the traumatized girl and waking the dragon. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in terror as the eggs began to rock and tremble violently, with one of them already having a large rip in the very top. Another tearing audio could be heard as the snapping jaws of one of the hatchlings poked through another egg. Slowly, the noses and jaws began to thrust the open of the eggs as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At final stage, the five hatchlings burst out of the bollock and all released a screeching of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in horror at the newborn freak clawing their way out of their giant nut. They were each the sizing of ferocious Wolf, but had different organic structure builds than the parent. Like the elder tartar, the hatchlings all had long limbs with humanoid skeletons and great tractability. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very little consistence fat or muscle, making them very scrawny. In a way, their trunk and arm were actually more humanoid than draconic, though as they got elderly, they would most in all likelihood bulk up and lose some of their flexibleness, like the ivory of a growing shaver fusing together with age.

Unlike their father, their scale leaf were pinko and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with harder and more deeply discolour shard in the future. Being so young, their dragon talons were little to a greater extent that stubby claws and their baby teeth were the size of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely deadly and belike hungry.

To her ministration, the tartar paid no attending to Marian and instead turned their aid to the ball that they had just crawled out of. As the evident tartar compare to the nursing-mother ability of mammals, the hatchlings began tearing into their other embryonic homes, ripping them to shreds with their small teeth and gorging on the flesh with relish. As they ate and proved their carnivorous inherent aptitude, the parent Draco that had raped Marian stood over them with a proud glow in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the dragon fed on the sarcoid pockets like starving dogs, glad that they weren't turning this hunger on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw blade, Marian did not see her Bob Hope for a promptly and merciful demise, as it was apparent that these beasts savored their meals and chewed their food, something that would think a lot of agonizing pain if they turned on her.

For various minutes, the dragons gorged themselves on their eggs, eating until their stomachs were stretched, but leaving the eggs mostly intact. Marian's consistency then went completely set as the hatchlings all turned their tending towards her and growled. To them, her smell was very unique ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating hormone, both dragon endocrine and adolescent man girl endocrine, and that was driving them barbarian. The only thing that scared her more than their growls was the obvious fact that they were all male person, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five dragons were all well endowed with a estimable eight inch in distance and telling heaviness, and all were fully put up. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent dragon reached out with one of his hand-like paw, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. hang over the edge of the cuddle with the parent dragon holding her down, she discovered the rent that she thought she couldn't produce.

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

With with child instincts than any other creature at such a new age, the hatchling mounted her like a dog, slowly trying to guide his rooster into his drill sex toy. Only minutes old, but he possessed the knowledge of how to mate.

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

She attempted to yield another plea but was cut off as the hatchling forced his cock all the way into her in a exclusive brutal strength, making her scream in excruciating pain and chagrin. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent dragon's tongue, grinded with his harmonium, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely unlike. Now, an creature was forcing his erect cock into her torso, and doing so with very quick and mighty thrusts.

The Draco began pummeling her twat, literally hammering her with swiftness that she never thought possible. With this speed and strength, he was able to fulfil every corner of her twat with his throbbing cock and campaign so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to project up. The uninterrupted barrage of penetrating drive turned her scream of pain in the ass into a repeating beat of gagging moans.

The firedrake was humping her with a ferocity that was a combination of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any acknowledgment of right or wrong or that the aim he was raping was even a living thing. All the while, the rest of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each former over who would get the succeeding spell to try out their new bodies.

After ten proceedings, the young hatchling released a loud tangle as he experienced his first sexual climax, launching thick streams of semen into his slave. It took human being more than a decade for their genitalia to suppurate to this tier of evolution, but these creatures were born with fully-functioning testicles. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her torso and oozing down her stage, but instantly burst into tears at the horror she felt from this beast's source flooding her womanhood and dripping down her second joint. This fauna had just ejaculated in her physical structure as if she were a vulgar prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the trousering dragon pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its brother. The second hatchling wasted no prison term crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her bruised pussy. This time, Marian did not scream in pain or try to draw in away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her body was rocked back and Forth by the creature's push. With the house sex toy now docile, the elder dragon released his paw while his son violated the adolescent young woman.

This fourth dimension was different than the first colza, as disgusted as Marian was, the wizard she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As much as she hated the beast, the violation, the botheration, the abasement, and herself, she couldn't help but take up some slight enjoyment in the dragon's thrusts. The offend rim and interior paries of her prick were quivering which each penetration of the dragon's shaft and her body was gaining a very pleasant warmness. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how much she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the first, the moment hatchling snarled as it had a Brobdingnagian coming, spraying shipment after load of hot jizz into her consistency until she was completely overflowing. The tartar slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the thirdly Draco pounced. After watching his two sidekick have so much fun, the third Draco was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being capable to use his men or even front, it wasn't much of a surprisal when he forced his cock into Marian's whoreson. The young womanhood yelped in infliction, but the yelp was mixed with more surprise than shame or disgust. The dragon grunted from the compactness of her asshole, but after a few practice thrusts, he was hammering away at her sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill moan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasure in the violation, but it was much less centre due to sensibility and More of a confusing and indescribable sensation. Regardless, the physical pleasure moving from her lour trunk was very powerful and even painful. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nest to underneath her dead body and began rubbing her cum-soaked slit. As the flying lizard picked up f number, so did the strokes of her digit, and in turn, the mass of her moans.

Marian's physical structure began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the passion in her lower organic structure turn into very familiar heat. Finally, she and the dragon had concurrent orgasms, something that would normally belong in a good love narrative. As the flying dragon poured jet after jet of his ejaculate into her anus, a mixture of her own succus and the seed of the dragon's kin poured from her cunt. The gargantuan winged lizard gave a loud tangle and the overwrought rapine dupe gave a shrill moan.

The Draco dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a horse and Marian fell back into the nestle, panting and hitch from exhaustion. With their dupe just lying there sprawled out, the live on two dragons were too impatient to think letting either one get the next bit. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the same time.

The fourth dragon managed to click her cunt, basically marking that region of her body as his district against her fifth buddy. This bowel movement barely detoured his pal, as the fifth dragon had already found another orifice to use to gratify his sexual desires : her mouth. With Marian still panting from the strain of getting raped and sodomized, fear of suffocation entered her idea when the fifth part dragon forced his cock into her mouth. With inherent aptitude that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the firedrake humped her face, forcing its erect hawkshaw in her mouth and hammering the back of her throat.

With the flying dragon's manhood in her sass, one of Marian's survive few shreds of dignity was crushed by disgrace and disgust. But while a few new tears of wretchedness fell from her center, she found some amusement in the fact that the size, shape, warmness, and musky olfactory property of the animal's cock reminded her of eating roasted sausage, something she was treated to when her family visited the proprietor of nearby pig farm.

The death two dragons had much less self-control and both ejaculated at the Same time, stuffing Marian's slender body with cum at both terminal. Even though she had experienced it before and was expecting it, Marian gagged and choked in disgust on the semen filling her sassing and being pumped down her pharynx, then desperately jerked her head teacher to the position so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his turn, the foremost flying dragon decided he wanted another round. While his tail, annexe, and back ear made it awkward, he laid down and pulled Marian on top of him, who was as gimp as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the dragon's buddy. Acting far more like a human than a firedrake, the creature pushed his red erection back up into his sex hard worker. Marian gave a small whimper from the brutal penetration, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the creature would dig his claws into her anatomy, Marian obeyed the pushing and pulling of his subdivision and his paw on her coxa, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard putz. A new waving of shame filled Marian as she felt the burn of exertion in her thighs with each rise and fall. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the Draco used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in endeavor to please them, working her own trunk and muscles as the creature raped her, though she had to bound on the monstrosity's cock with just the king in her thighs, as her wounded ankle joint would not let her properly crouch.

The endorse firedrake that had raped her mounted her from behind without hesitation, pushing his organ into her bruised asshole and making her yelp in pain in the neck from being double-penetrated by the two beasts. As the second flying lizard began jabbing into her anus in a steady but brutal rhythm, Marian was unable to stay bouncing on the number 1 Draco's pecker. She gave a sigh of alleviation from the dragon showing no annoying towards her lack of move and the probability to rest her burning thigh, but this substitute was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind branch, the third firedrake pounced on her articulatio humeri, hefting his bounding cock in social movement of her human face. Realizing that she could go down no get down, Marian opened her lips and took the dragon's genus Phallus in her mouth. Her headland began bobbing back and forth as she used her natural language and cheeks to orally pleasure her cold captor. After only a minute of the beasts molesting her three opening in tandem bicycle, Marion released a tacky cry of painfulness. Her right and left coat of arms each had parallel bleeding pelf, given to her by the fourth and fifth dragons. They were definitely the rowdiest of the litter and they had just harmed her to voice their impatience of being left out while the other three all got to violate her at once.

Marian didn't have any other holes in her physical structure to let them liberate their energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would attack again. Trying to fight the jarring thrusts of the dragon ramming her asshole, Marion leaned her os frontale against the lower-stomach of the tierce dragon and used only jerks of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the side of meat of the firstly dragon's torso with her knees, allowing her to have some likeness of balance.

With her arms freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing erections of the fourth and 5th dragons. Hoping this would satisfy them, she began stroking them with all the focus and posture she could summon in her shock brain and aching body. The dragons calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the shafts of their tool, squeezing and working the exterior cutis as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her sleeve wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the fourth and twenty percent Draco mimicked the third, standing up awkwardly on their hand legs, while resting their front legs on her shoulder joint to preserve their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to feel, Marian's face stung from the saltiness of refreshful rent as she looked back at her aliveness and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the happy daughter of a gallant Fannie Farmer, a extremity of a family blessed with a grapevine farm for yummy wine, a young adult female with beauty obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get married and start a folk of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five sinful monsters at the same time, after being molested and deflowered by their founder. She was nothing to a greater extent than a sex hard worker belonging to mere brute, caked in their semen and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison house of leathery wing and lepidote backrest from the flying lizard all closed in on her, molesting her in every way potential. She had one dragon penis resting still in her aching pussy, one being forced up into her asshole with the same rhythm of falling rainwater, she was bobbing her question back and Forth River as she orally pleasured the third gear like a godless whore, and she was using her hired hand to stroke the fourth and fifth with their erect cocks just column inch from her boldness. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the defective part was the fact that there was undeniable pleasure. Before, it had been a shameful itch that was in the shadow of her botheration and humiliation. But now, for the number one sentence, she was enjoying the colza more than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not savour the penetrating feeling, the masculine stimulation she felt in the dragons as they worked their phalluses in her body, the heat radiating from these instrument of harassment that were probing her orifices, the sense of taste and feel of the tertiary firedrake that she was sucking off, and just the tactile property of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more than and more about her unwilling use, her trunk was beginning to overheat in sexual euphoria. With the third dragon's cock filling her oral fissure, Marian gave a muffled sidesplitter as she experienced her one-third climax, brought on by the five brute raping her at the same clip. As the heating of the orgasm slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the course of a few mo, she was once again filled with undulation of disgust and self-loathing of the joy she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her binge of self-pity by agonizing pain sensation shooting up her ankle, caused by the maiden and second dragons pulling out of her to switch places. While they took their new positions and each pushed their dick into her now-bleeding cunt and asshole, the fifth dragon growled in irritation. As swell as Marian was at pleasuring him with her right hand, it wanted more. Desperate to keep the fauna well-chosen and non-violent, Marian took the third dragon's penis out of her oral cavity and began stroking it with her veracious hand. She turned to the fifth firedrake and opened her oral cavity, signaling to the beast that it was his tour. Following the sign, the puppet put the head teacher of his rooster between her sass and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to keep him satisfied.

After a instant of blowing the one-fifth dragon, the fourth to her left growled, telling her that it now wanted a turn. Taking the fifth firedrake's cock out of her mouthpiece, she once again began stroking it with her right helping hand while she stroked the third with her left. With the third and fifth dragons occupied, she turned her head and began sucking on the fourth, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captors. After two mo, another dragon growled. This time it was the third and he was telling her that he missed the womanishness of her mouth. Marian switched her odd hand to the phallus of the one-quarter dragon and once again began deep-throating the one-third.

From this percentage point, clip seemed to go on in an eternal loop. Marian wasn't sure how long she was being molested, but the dragons only stopped to vary positions so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each arcsecond that passed, her torso was getting more than and more exhausted and her level of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her mouthpiece being wrapped around flying lizard shafts, her arms were on ardour from the uninterrupted exertion, and she could feel blood streaming down her inner thigh from her violated vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to flop from exhaustion, she became the telephone receiver of both a blessing and a curse. As if they all shared one mind and body, the dragons each unleashed his largest and final sexual climax, emptying their entire semen backlog. The amount being launched from each fleshy fountain allowed Marion to see the"family resemblance"to their founder.

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and bunghole that the pressure and expanding upon damage as much as the physical rape. The intensiveness and amount of the spraying in her mouth and throat was agitating her pharynx, making her gag and flip up to the full point where semen was dripping from her nose. The streams from the flying lizard she was manually jacking were on par with flooding toilet, coating her face and breast in a thick, sticky stratum of animal cum.

The dragons all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected seed. Her second joint were coated in rakehell from her torn vagina and anus, her muscles felt like hot jumper cable weights, and her dignity 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 insight and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the dragons was crouched over her body, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't wiggle, whine, or shed a tear ; she just lied there and tried to rivet on the pleasure of the trespass and brush off the annoyance. It was all she could do to cope. On the other side of the giant nest, the other four Draco were feasting on their eggs, but they were also competing with the fly front that had been drawn to the smell of the goliath embryonal pods, and the beast that was molesting her had most likely just finished his meal. By the cave exit, the elder dragon was sound asleep.

Before, being raped in her blistered anus would have caused Marian to scream in annoyance and cry in shame, but now, she just lied there like a dead body at the manpower of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging pain in her stern end and was numb to the sexual harm. She had accepted her situation and welcomed the repose of brain that came with it. This was how she would last, and quite likely, she would die very soon in the like way. But with this peace of idea and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing infringement, she now had a luck to suppose and organize her persuasion.

The foremost thing that she had rolled over in her judgement was the adoption that dignity and self-respect could not exist in this site. These tool had taken everything from her and she had hit rock bottom, so there was no reason to cry in humiliation and revulsion. She had hit rock'n'roll bottom, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that thought had returned her will to subsist. If she were to have any luck of surviving or escaping, she had to neglect bother and disgrace and just take it.



Once the dragons all finished their helping of the eggs, they turned to Marian and began another rapine session, all pouncing on their crippled concubine and fighting over who would get which porta to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when movement was not required and focused on the take over sexual pleasance she was experiencing. Once the tartar blew their load and covered her in a loggerheaded Elwyn Brooks White pelt of jizz, they all curled up in their wings and fell asleep. With that reprieve, she went to sour. After gathering up the best stick in the nest she could get hold and braiding the animal fuzz into roofy, she managed to make a splint for her ankle. If she were to experience any hopes 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 functional ankle joint. If she had to make a prompt escape, she would need to be able to mount out of that cuddle without a single misstep. As she climbed up onto one of the walls of the nest, several sticks were broken underneath her exercising weight. The snapping phone alerted the sleeping hatchlings, which all gave a loud screech when they saw that their favorite toy was trying to escape. Marian gave a curse of anger and a screaming of agony as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her back into the nest and banging her wound ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a half hr before, the flying lizard showed no fatigue of hesitation in ganging up and raping her with exceptional brutality. It was as if they were the mankind and she were the animal, and they were disciplining her for trying to leave in the same way humans would condition a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound firmness and courage, Marian cried and screamed in pain as the beasts violated her with an raging abrasiveness that they had not shown before. By the metre they were done, she was curled in a fetal place, shaking from the pain that racked her body.

While her stomach was growling with the intensity and volume as the beasts that made a hobby of molesting her, she decided it was a good approximation to not campaign her portion and just try to retrieve from her torment. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a tighter musket ball and slowly drifted to sleep.



The firstly thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her stomach and fiery dryness in her throat. She barely had any sentience of sentence, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at least three sidereal day. The only reason she had not died of thirst was because of the urine her abdomen had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to find something eatable. Unfortunately, the nest was completely barren of any manakin of food, and even if she could get out of the nest, there was nothing on the cave floor but grimy animal osseous tissue and the hatchlings'feces, and even if she were dire enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nest. She momentarily considered trying to toss off and eat one of the firedrake, but not only did she not take in a single chance at even being an even match, but the vengeance of the other dragons would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the eggs sitting around the sleeping flying dragon. The embryonic seedpod had been almost completely devoured and would probably be finished off in the next service. They were her only reference of food and she had to at to the lowest degree try. Chewing on her lip and trying to celebrate her broken ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the dragons. Once she reached the group, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fatty peel. She gave a small tug, and before the slab could even move an inch, the dragon that the meat belonged to woke up and pounced, snarling with angriness. He knocked Marian back and pinned her Down, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

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



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

Once again lying in a pool of fresh semen, Marian struggled to cut her hunger and thirst and fall asleep, much like the sexually-spent dragons. Unless she managed to find some descriptor of food or water, she would waste away while the dragon would stay on to plague her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no foretoken of being ready to fly or result the nest worried her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a near chance that they would turn on her.



Marian gave a sigh of relief from the sight before her as she woke up. The elder tartar 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 sassy meat. Marian saw a chance in the carcase as well. She was so hungry and athirst, she would eat the heifer's raw entrails and pledge its line of descent. If she could just get a number at the body, she could survive.

The drained cow was dropped into the cuddle and the Dragon instantly piled on the bleeding trunk, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off tittle of sum with gusto. Marian crawled over on her paw and knees, but was shoved out of the way before she could even touch the cow. These firedrake were the very definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the former slope of the nest, Marian could do zip but curse her thirst and hunger. Her pharynx was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could salute her rent and her venter was growling with such loudness that she almost wanted to cannibalize one of her limbs.

To her surprise, the dragons'appetency seemed to be several meter heavy than before. In just under a half minute, the dragons were able-bodied to pillage the cow's skeleton clean and jerk of every ounce of flesh. They even snapped the finger cymbals and drained them off the marrow, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able to do once the flying dragon fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the dragon decided to work off the meal through practice, their workout being sexual assault. With half of her judgment focused on pleasuring her proprietor, Marian focused the other one-half of her psyche on trying to rule a way to get water and sustainment. Her thought process were interrupted after a long menses of time by the surprise that the dragons still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a one-half and the beasts were still raping her with the like speed and tycoon as when they began.

Minutes passed by slowly with each leaving her more expel than the last. Marian tried to keep her move to only the requisite minimum, hoping she could survive her tormentor, as they were the ones truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless attempt, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too jade to prompt, Marian lied on her stomach as hobble as a ragdoll, with her dead body being jerked by the undeterred poke of the flying lizard, now being forced to take bend instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hours, the flying lizard finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her assuagement, the jizz they poured down her pharynx managed to snuff out her hungriness. With their reserves now spent, the dragons commenced with the future step of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to recover. The firedrake had not been that brutal since she tried to lam, and the torment had gone on for so long that she thought they were actually going to outrage her to dying. She couldn't even incite her stage because her vagina and anus were so bruised and tear, the smallest shift would send bolts of crippling pain sensation crawling through her body, but the infliction in her soundbox was still less than her thirst and her hunger.

She could only assume that it was the fourthly day, and preserve for respective gulps of dragon seed, she had been deprived of all liquids. individual exposed to LE would be dead from drying up, and she knew her dried-out physical structure was now at death's door. If she could just recover some solid food or water, she could go forward on, instead of just relying of semen to blow out her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

Using her manus, she scraped all of the wet and dried semen off of her naked body, forming a pile of ashen crust and thick gook on her palm. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to strengthen her resolve. The flying dragon spermatozoon had no nutrients, but there was water in it and she could use it to fill her stomach. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to feel pity or disgust, Marian closed her eyes and scooped the mix semen of the five Dragon into her mouth. While the fauna had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen times, she gagged and almost vomited from the gustation and consistency of the slimy nap. Knowing that she would not survive without it, she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual pleasure, the great feeling of all the wet and dry sperm cell landing place in her venter was incredible. The mass now residing her stomach strengthened her appetite and she was hungry for more. With new strength, she began peeling the dried cum off of her au naturel body and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her willpower to ignore the rancid salty taste.

Still not full, she began scooping up the puddle of cum she had been forced to billow in for the fast several daylight. With each crusty fistful she shoveled into her mouth, her hunger was More and more extinguished and she became more and more excited. Once she had eaten every chip and glob she could receive, she laid back with her hand on her mostly-full breadbasket. She hadn't felt this thoroughly in this cave since her first orgasm, but while her hungriness was mostly gone, she wasn't full and she was still very thirsty. As much as she hated herself for it, she was heroic for to a greater extent ejaculate to overeat on.

Unfortunately, the hatchlings might be tearing if she woke them up so early, even to fellate them off, and they hadn't been resting enough to restore their backlog. But there was still one More possible source…

Trying to make as little noise as possible and not alert the quiescency hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the nest. The senior dragon had just returned from defecating outside and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be exultant or dignified, Marian tried to estimate out how to entice the dragon.

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

The animate being that stole her virginity as well as her consistence 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 cool down itself. The Dragon stared at her tongue, remembering how soft her mouth was and how overnice it felt. As he remembered violating her, the tartar's cock revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as turgid and hard as a tree log. Marian continued to joggle her tongue, signaling to the elder firedrake that she wanted it.

The giant tartar crawled over to her, hefting his erect dick and resting it on the edge of the nestle, right in presence of Marian. As she remembered, the headspring of the dragon's cock was as large as her own skull and the musky olfaction was far more virile than the venereal odor of the younglings. This was the only way she could get something to quench her thirst, and she would give birth to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her blazon around the Dragon's oral sex and began running her spit in the slit on the very tip, which was as large as a sword separatrix. The figure was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her natural language burned, and she could barely breath the smell that seemed to waft from the beast's phallus.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to fulfill the creature. Hugging the head of the dragon's tool and holding her hint, Marian completely buried her fount in the slit, kissing it as if it were the face of her lover and slobbering the interior with her tongue, pleasuring her Draco owner to her better ability. When the flying lizard began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a good job. She doubled her cause, working heavily to milk the Dragon for every drop of cum. Knowing that it was about to blunder out, Marian closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as possible, lusting for a extinction drink.

The dragon's coming was much larger and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her back from the power and quantity. She was wrapped in a white cloak of seed and managed to get down more than a pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather sticky, even… lustful. She continued to bat the pussy while she rubbed the head with her arms, eventually coaxing another sexual climax. She felt a twisted form of pleasure and satisfaction in the feeling of being sprayed with more semen. The dragon pulled away with his dick quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

fabrication in the nest, Marian scraped the dragon's cum off of her raw body and slurped it off her fingers with flavor. Her stomach was full and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not finish herself. At showtime she thought some contribution of her mind was just telling her to clean herself off, but this thought was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her early hand and rubbing the dragon's semen into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much ? Before, she would cry and scream as the dragons raped her or ejaculated into or on her eubstance, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless silence as she let them use her body however they wanted, then she gained enough trust to hope that she could accomplish her freedom if she waited them out and used their bodily fluids to stay alert. Now here she was, savoring the dragon's cum like it was a treat and stroking the offend lips of her cunt in intimate euphory. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniac pet.

There were so many affair that she hated about this situation : she wished she could be given time to heal, she wished she could have some real food for thought and water, she wished she could tell her kinsperson 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 sopor in something more comfortable than a bed of semen-coated sticks.

But while there were all of those trouble, she had to accept the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the passion and taste perception of the flying dragon'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five flying lizard and pleasuring all at the same metre like a whore, she was enjoying the tone of the Dragon cocks being driven deep into her body so heavily and fasting that she could do zilch but moan, and she was absolutely loving every sexual climax that the sempiternal sessions of gang-rape brought on. At first she had hated it so often that she prayed for death, now she couldn't get enough violation.

Like the recurrence of her will to be, this acceptance gave her incredible peace of mind. At the price of her self-regard and many comforts, this was actually making her happy. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to enjoy this to the full potential…

As she gained her first smiling 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 Son a filling meal. As the dragons tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to extend to herself, working her fingers between the legs as she waited for the dragons to finish eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in turn could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the centre 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 bridge player to spread her ass cheeks and reveal her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so long and so many times.

"semen on youngster, I'm ready."



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

As if sensing her change in mood and view, the dragons seemed to change their tactics. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming stakes over parts of her consistency or making her joy them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their passe-partout, their family member, or even their equal, but they did seem to be cognisant that she was a be thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

The sitting ended with Marian using her hands to stroke the Draco to culminate with her mouthpiece undefended, hungrily catching the jets of spermatozoon. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every drop of cum and licking up every drib that missed her lips and waiting tongue. With the dragons spent and her own physical needs fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a pair of sheep, though her patience was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either urge without fucking one of the animal. One of the dragons was finish to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her hands and knees, Marian bravely interrupted the creature's bloody spread and climbed onto his lap. The Draco was just about to snap and roar at her insolence, but became silent when Marian grasped his cock, stroked it to a good hard-on, and grinded her pussy against the shaft before pushing it in. The tartar instantly became very docile as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in bliss as she drove the animal's sexual Hammond organ into her wet cunt.

buns her, another dragon had finished his repast faster than expected and was eager to get a turn. Marian dismounted the first dragon and got onto her hands and knees, letting the second dragon penetrate her from tail while she began orally pleasuring the low gear, who was finishing his meal. For the second time, the tartar's meal was interrupted, this time by a gushing coming. As he launched his beginning jet of ejaculate, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every cliff. Her eyes then rolled up into her head and she purred in arousal as she felt the Draco behind her cum, shooting multiple jets of seminal fluid into her torso. She reached back and began rubbing her pussy while the dragon tried to regain his erection. By the time he was prepare for Round Two, the rest of the dragons had finished eating and were set up to harry her.

After the tartar took their positions and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference when compared to earlier Sessions : This meter, they were more measured with their movements and how they treated her. They became cognisant of her wounded ankle and did their expert to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to keep their pincer from touching her. Their thrusts, which were normally debauched and powerful, were now slacken and gentle, and Marian realized that the dragons were trying to keep off agitating the blisters, contusion, and rip in her anus and vagina.

They didn't want to spite her, they didn't want her to be feel pain in the ass, and this was something that warmed her mettle and she was very grateful for.



Marian was resting on her stomach on the edge of the nestle, watching the Draco with a smile on her facial expression. Their brawniness were finally strong enough for them to do more than just hump, and they were using this opportunity to finally step out of the nest and play. The dragons were running on all quatern around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a litter of puppies chasing each early in a field, though this wasn't a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual modification in their skeletons. She could order their many soft bones were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like position. They would still be very flexible like their father, but she could see they were having More and more difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to be given on something to do it.

Right now, Marian was laughing with a ardent smile on her brass as she watched the hatchlings play. She was shaken from her dream-like haze by the wing beats of the father dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two moo-cow, one for itself and the former for the younglings. The child dragons quickly jumped back into the nest and began whining as their founder approached, begging for the slain hint. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest wince from the pain in her ankle joint. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a unwrap 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 dragons feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the filth out from under her nails. She would sell her soulfulness for a chance to bathe. About to start working on her right digit, 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 flight strip of thigh muscular tissue hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his brain and dropped the meat on her lap. The creature had just shared his food, giving her more than a hammer of meat. While the dragon turned away to bring back to the main carcass, Marian stared at the bloody strip of muscular tissue. Slowly, a rip rolled down her side 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 semen, this was a thanksgiving. She picked up the strip and quickly tore into it like a ferine creature, digging into the rowdy muscle roughage while the profligate rolled down her Chin. As she ate, tears of relief poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able to eat something solid state with so much relish ( instead of the cum that the Dragon would shoot down her throat ) and the fact that these creatures had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a monolithic change in the dragons'conduct. With the start change, they were to a lesser extent fell and forceful. With the second change, they were very careful with their movements and worked hard to avoid causing her pain. With the one-third change, they were actually quite warm, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took turns, each working their cocks inside her with slowly but deep stroking. Their effort and thrusts could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their mitt on her side to save her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their arms tightly around her and holding her while they were confidant, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how a great deal they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless savage that violated her with a certain cruelty, but now they were being gentle and kind. She actually felt like the Dragon were being worked up, and each flying lizard that she was inner with gave her a moaning coming. After they each had a bend, 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 alteration in their conduct. The dragon sodomizing her from behind had his arms wrapped around her shank, the Draco that she was riding had his hands on her dresser and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exert 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 palpate their care with each knife thrust and ejaculation.



Two hr and more than half a dozen sexual climax later, Marian fell back onto the floor of the nest, hungrily licking off the layer of semen that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like lead weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her eyes, waiting for sopor to follow, but she was shaken by the feeling of the dragons all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another turn, she was certainly she had drained them of every drib of seed. She opened her eyes and looked around, unable to believe what she was seeing. All of the Draco had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to kip with her and be with her, not just take in turns having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to catch some Z's, Marian laid her question 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 boom outside. It was the centre of the night and trice of luminousness illuminated the cave as bolt of lightning of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as garish as the thunder was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the versant. modest rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entry like a waterfall. Another crack of thunder split the bellow of the pouring rain, and while Marian wanted to cover her ears from the abominable volume, none of the firedrake even stirred from their slumber.

The pelting was so gimcrack, yet the tartar didn't seem to hear a single pearl or bolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a snapping sprig. Before she could even gasp, an escape architectural plan had already formed in Marian's brain. If she were to displace quietly and softly enough, she could mount out of the nest and the rain outside would cover the phone of any give way sticks. However, if she were caught, the dragons would likely be angry. All the confidence she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be lethal. But on the former script, this was probably her sole fortune to escape and she could not imagine a better one occurrent.

At final stage, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to awaken the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their grip. With every breathing place she took as shaky as a folio in the breeze and seemingly as loud as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as potential not to shake the nest. She did not gravel praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each second felt like an 60 minutes as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nest. She picked each point of touch with only the most upmost focus, putting her weight only on the thickest sticks and where the final stage of the branchlet met, trying to break away as few possible.

As expected, there were far more loud snap bean than she wanted, and every 2nd, Marian fully expected one of the dragons to inflame up and snarl. She gave a suspiration of relief when she got her full physical structure up onto the very edge of the draw close. Holding her breath, she began the slow climb down the outdoor. This was far more difficult, as she had to manoeuvre the cuddle like a run and her full phase of the moon dead body free weight was pulling down on the branches. With her whole body palpitation and her articulatio talocruralis throbbing, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. 3 feet from the cave trading floor, her heart stopped as she felt the branch in her hired man break free of the nest. Giving a tacit riot and waving her arms, Marian fell down onto the cavern floor in a painful landing while the ramification gave a loudly snap.

Lying on the ground and waiting for the flying dragon to bolt out of the nest and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain from the jarring go to the skull and all the wampum that peppered her back, thighs, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard zip from the nest and the elder dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still audio asleep. With a hysterical smile, Marian slowly got to her feet and began limping towards the cave entree. She slowed her pace and held her breathing place as she passed by the elderberry bush Draco, but finally, she reached the cave entrance. With weeping of joy streaming down her nerve, Marian stepped out into the rain and let the body of water wash away days of grime, blood, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her skin with her hired man, trying to wash away the ignominy she been forced to go. The earth around her was covered in raunchy oil from all the stain being scraped off her body. Once she was sure she was clean, she looked up and opened her back talk, letting the largest waterfall running down the cave entrance pour into her mouth. For various minutes, she chugged the piddle pouring off the Harlan F. Stone, so grateful to throw clean water to drink instead of the dragons'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drink, trying to wash as much salt out of her organic structure as possible.

Finally, she was forced to blockade drinking, and withdraw down the muckle, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purging"her trunk of all the salinity that had built up in her arrangement, Marian collapsed to the background a hundred invertebrate foot from the cave entree, weeping in happiness. She was finally liberal, she could finally leave. Her tears then stopped, as the question appeared in her nous of whether she really should will. She had mulled over this question back in the nest, but that was when she was weighing the endangerment of just attempting to get by, and she had never thought beyond if she should leave once she got this far. She didn't even jazz where this interrogative had come from, but she could not cease thinking it over. This question would not get out her mind and her body refused to move until she came up with a real decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these creature'sex slave. But while she had been raped more times than she could matter and had experienced more terror, pain, and ignominy at the hands of these beasts than ever in her life, she had come to savour the feelings of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible orgasms she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her folk again, but would she even be able to face them ? Would her family even accept her after all of the degrading things she had been forced ( and Thomas More than willing ) to do ? And would she ever have a fortune of getting married ? Would any man tactual sensation her after her orifices had been turned into whale volcanic crater by fiendish monstrosity ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able to get home safely ? These lands were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a naked adolescent girl who could only limp birth ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a place that made this flying dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to leave so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible joy and enjoyment in support with these mere fauna. And after what she had felt in those dragon'hearts… she did not know if she could take the air away from the feelings they felt for her… or the feelings she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shuddering breath and got to her metrical foot. Looking at the cave, she took another rickety intake of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her equanimity, she entered the cave and walked past the elder dragon. Climbing into the nuzzle, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragons and wrapping her blazonry around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but warm smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the nest alone, but the dragons had not left. They were out in the backrest of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and pounce on each other, she began to question if her realization shoemaker's last night had just been a dream. She looked at her weaponry and breast, noting that her physical structure had been cleaned of all the stain and dried semen that accumulated over the days. The only way she could get clean is if she had washed herself with pee. Marian smiled as she realized that her adoption had been real ; she had escaped the flying lizard'snuggle and decided to come back of her own free will. The creatures that she originally feared and hated had now become her bed 1. violation and sexual assault had now become closeness and joy, something that originally made her cry in pain but now made her purr in arousal and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to reverence from her new family, Marian got up and stretched. With a grin on her expression, she climbed up onto the edge of the nest and began to scale down the face. As she climbed down the exterior of the draw close, the flying lizard stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her ankle was still sore, she stepped down onto the spelunk trading floor and approached her nest-mates. With each pace she took, the firedrake became less and less tense, sitting with their tails wagging like excited hotdog. She reached the snug dragon and crouched down in battlefront of him, running her hand along the side of his face 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 flying dragon was unsure of what to do, due to vast conflict in the size of it and shapes of their mouth, but he quickly began to understand how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the flying dragon's sass ( while careful not to get cut on his razor tooth ) and the Draco replied by sending his long pitchfork glossa into her sass, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the creature to a full throbbing erection.

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

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

The dragon growled at being rejected but hung his head in embarrassment. All of the dragons were awestruck in how the table had turned. When they first came into the world, Marian's body was just an target that they used to release their sexual itch and practice with their muscular tissue, something they would despoil and dishonor for their exercise and amusement. 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 arcminute, Marian stopped kissing the first dragon and turned to the s. By tickling him under the Kuki, she got him to raise his head and look at her."Aw, my sweet babe. Don't worry, I'll take care of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, solar day turned into weeks and calendar week turned into months, with Marian raising the dragons as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nymphomaniac. She even gave the flying dragon names so that she could better pick out them, and the More clip she spent with them, the more she was able to see the insidious physical differences between each brute and say them apart.

Every day, she would stir up up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them waken, and then stop up every porta in her trunk with their hammer until she had a screaming orgasm and they coated her in seed. By the time they were done, the elder Draco would rejoin with a slain animate being that Marian would tip on with the same saturation as her dragon family, and after they had eaten, they would all be intimate her at once with her begging them to mold her harder and faster, and then fall asleep.

On years when they were more industrious than horny, the Dragon would instead run around the cave and sport, pouncing and wrestling with each other while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle had healed, she would often climb out of the cuddle and conjoin them, while being careful not to get her naked soundbox scratched and bruised on the boisterous cave floor and their set scales.

During times when the dragons were asleep but Marian was horny, she would mount out of the nest and pleasure the elder Draco. She would inter her face in the slit of the goliath beast's turncock, using her tongue to labor the dragon wild while she touched herself. After the elder Draco would ejaculate all over her, she would swallow as often as she could and then roll in the pool of seminal fluid, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the Draco, the more than she noticed their growth rate. When they had first hatched, the dragons were the size of wolves with greatly disproportionately intimate organs. Now, mid summer, they were the size of it of grownup men, with their member having only grown four inches. Marian loved this new size and loved being fucked so arduous by their foot-long cocks that she thought they were going to split her in half. They were so large that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size of it and bulk, the elder dragon began playing a bigger role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entryway to defend the nest and only left to relieve himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the woodland on the versant, teaching them to hunt for themselves and making sure they got plenty of recitation. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the woodland in the search of water. Even though the flying lizard were sharing their nutrient with her, thus letting her replace come with animal blood as her root of hydration, she wanted something to quench her thirst that wasn't thick and salty. While the dragons would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the small-scale watercourse nearby and drinking until she couldn't drink anymore.



It was a warm summer afternoon and Marian was walking through the timberland, looking for her nest-mates. The speech sound of midst spatter and chewing caught her attending, drawing her to a trampled George W. Bush. She pushed the bush aside and found on of the dragons with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open thorax of a slain elk. The dragon looked up and began wagging his tail when he saw the grinning on her face.

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

The dragon wagged his tail even harder and stay tearing into the harmonium of his prey. As Marian watched the dragon feast on his number 1 kill, a thought entered her mind that made her look up at the sky. Right now it was nice and warm up, but only because it was summertime. Soon, winter would rear its frightful head and there was no way Marian would be able to pull round the way she was : naked and without a way to create fire. She had to get something to keep her warm or else she would freeze to Death. storm Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the skin, starting from the monolithic hole the Dragon had opened up in the chest. Once she pulled up a gravid flap, she patted it with her hired man and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the tartar would sympathise her Bible, but she was hoping he would at least get the message. To her luck, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to keep on peeling off the pelt while he hate. Without any experience or putz, it was incredibly hard and her only direction was common sense and the account her older comrade used to tell whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly shaped and had multiple tears, she finally managed to pull off the bloody skin, mostly intact. With a smile of superbia, she leaned down and give thanks Syris with an affectionate kiss on the lips.

After taking a strip of thigh substance off of the elk and with the skin over her articulatio humeri, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to find the other flying lizard and see if she could get the hide off their kill. As she walked though the forest, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few months ago, she was the phallus of a agricultural family unit, working with her parents to call forth and pick grapevine for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a rape victim for savage brute. Next she became a hardened survivor, willing to spread her wooden leg for her capturer and live solely on come to stay alive. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an brute pelt over her articulatio humeri and chewing on a raw strip of pith with the blood dripping off her Kuki-Chin and running down her full tit. She was living in a nest with Dragon, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect pecker. She had gone from being a farmer to being a bestiality sex-addict that was living more like an fauna than a human.

And this life style made her truly happy.



Marian was able to find the relaxation of the dragons by calling out their epithet : Isaac, Arthur, Pinot, Ashford, and the elder tartar, Bourne. Pinot grape, Isaac, and bourn were able-bodied to catch some more elk and Marian found them in time to salvage the pelts. She would need many More if she was to outlast wintertime, but at least she had enough for more comfortable bedding.



After two weeks, Marian was able get more than thirty animal pelts from cavalry, cows, elk, and even bears. Using bones and braided hair, she managed to turn five of them into a set of wearing apparel to preserve her more than warm up when outdoors once wintertime came, and turned the rest into a furry burrow that she could lie in and stay perfectly comfortable, no matter how cold the cave became, not to note she had all of the dragons snuggled up against her to go on her warm.



Marian woke up on the first day of fall and found that the cave was empty. She looked around, wondering if bourn and her nest-mates had gone out into the woods to hound. She was disappointed by her lonesomeness, because either she would awake up the firedrake by stroking them or sucking them to to the full erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.

Her bitter thinking were interrupted as the cave suddenly went sorry. Something was blocking the sun, was it bourne ? The interrogation was answered by six tacky crashes outside and the arrival of the dragons, folding their wings as they entered the cave.

With a smile and rip of pride on her font, she climbed out of the nestle and ran over to them."You just flew ! You all flew !"she squealed, running her hired man over their scaly torso once she reached them.

Over the six month since they hatched, the flying lizard had grown to be the size of stallions and now looked so much like their forefather. The plates, which had originally been easygoing and ping, now looked like ruby bit and were as hard, their stubby nipper and fang were as hard and tart as daggers, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

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

The unseasoned firedrake all lowered their nous and she gave each of them a long and passionate kiss on the rim, flitting her tongue between the tips of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot grape, who knew that she was going to reward them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her knee joint, stroking the flying dragon's forearm-sized phallus. Licking her lips, she took the school principal in her backtalk ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her tongue in the slit, making the dragon thrill in joy. The rest of the dragons waited anxiously for Marian to give them license to penetrate her.

After respective mo of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the rest of the giant winged lizards."Come on back to the snuggle and I'll show you just how proud of you I am."

She then walked back to the nestle, climbed up onto the sharpness, and bent over with her fauna hide britches around her ankle joint to read her pussy and asshole."Come on son, I'm waiting."

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



Winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her collection of animal pelts, Marian had a hard time staying warmly. Sensing her vulnerability to the cold, the dragon became extra protective of her, even bourne. When they left to go hunt or get exercise, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the Night, the goliath elder dragon would lie down by the nest and use one of his whale wings to keep Marian and his sons warm and protected from the frigid nighttime air.



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



Marian awoke in the cuddle by herself on beautiful morning in late outpouring, the day after the annual anniversary of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to obtain a trace of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the tartar now left her alone when they left to hunt, so waking up by herself was nothing new, especially since the Draco needed more and More food. Wondering when they would come back, Marian decided to go out for a walking in the woods. Wearing her animal hide getup, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

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

Again, this was no surprise. The flying lizard had purged the body politic of all large animals and were always traveling farther and farther in search of food. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her bit. After going for a amble around the Sir Henry Wood and drinking all the water supply she could, she went back to the nest to look for her winged fan.

Dozing for the rest of the day and had a restless nap during the night, but woke up the next forenoon to observe herself still alone. She tried to tell herself that they were probably just having a hard time finding food, but her mind was filled with vexation. After spending the day drunkenness water and collecting wild plant life and nuts to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a trench iciness of worry in her warmness, but she worked with every vulcanized fiber in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for food, Marian spent most of the night lying on her backrest in the empty draw close, staring at the cavern 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 memento of her late lifespan, even though she had lost her religion in God. She couldn't call up the shoemaker's last time she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a unspoiled time.

"God, you did not do my pleas when I was first captured, but please, help me. Bring them back, Jehovah, please. I don't want to lose them,"she said, crying for the first of all meter in a farsighted 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 pull in that they had left the draw close for biography of their own. They were no longer hatchlings ; they were now grown adults and it was time for them to throw hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would get along, but she had hoped that she would get More meter or that maybe that they would direct her with them, though there was as slight prospect of one of them taking her with them as two them staying together after leaving.

The dragons leaving to protrude new lifespan on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could induce said goodbye to her children.



One yr later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing sheets in a water barrel, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the dragons were not going to return, Marian left the cave that she had called home and returned to human lodge. It had taken her time to get reacquainted with human being 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 James Leonard Farmer girl that she had originally been.

She had cast aside her crucifix, having lost her faith in God once and for all after being taken from her first family and left behind by her back, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her farmer life.

It was hard for her to stay focused on her tasks, as not a single minute passed by where she didn't think about the Dragon she had come to know and love. Ever since coming back to human being smart set, she had tried desperately to get the same sexual upsurge she had experienced time and time again in the dragon nest. She had tried having one-night spree with the men of the Town, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into b and stable on multiple social occasion to pleasure the horses and bull, but nothing gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumour of tartar that passed through the town, wondering if there was any news of her early family unit. All she heard was the oil production expected : cow and horses being killed and women being told to keep their hair short so as not to draw attention and be taken away. It was for this reason that Marian allowed her fuzz to grow as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to hang the damp canvass, she heard a noise that made her cliff her basket and gasp. It was a roar, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. Several screams could be heard in the backdrop, but the maze of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the muddy road that crossed the townspeople of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the reservoir of the commotion. masses screaming in brat sprinted past her and in the distance she could see the point of red wings.

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

Turning a corner, Marian got a dependable face at the creature and gasped. Even after a twelvemonth of growth and alteration, she recognized the scale figure and bone body structure of the dragon as one of the hatchlings. Now the sizing of his sire, the creature was in the street, wrecking unintentional havoc. With his hand-like paw, he was reaching out and grabbing womanhood from the crowds of people that had come to see the commotion or had not yet fled. Snorting in chafe over the shortness of their hair, he would drop them and they would run away screaming. With his shadow and wings, he kept at bay soldiers and Fannie Farmer, slowly inching towards him with weapons and tools.

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

The tartar stared straight at her and his tail and offstage 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 capable quad to face the dragon. The scarlet giant lowered his head, letting Marian hug his nose while the spectator stared in perfect disbelief.

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

The dragon then extended his forked tongue and Marian took one of the tendrils in her mouth, sucking on it the same way she used to imbibe his rooster. mass stared in horror at the vision until the flying dragon finally retracted his tongue.

"Ugh, I can't tell you how practically I missed this,"she groaned in arousal with a thread of spittle hanging from her lip.

She then looked down and gained a coy grin. The looker-on gasped in mental rejection as the Marian moved underneath the colossal flying lizard and began touching him in a way that caused his dick to reveal itself. Like Bourne, Pinot's erect cock was now the size of it 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 knife, causing many onlookers to curse, scream, and faint. For almost a min, Pinot shivered in pleasance as Marian massaged the headspring of his cock with her tongue. At last, the Draco had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's look and dress with more than two gal of semen, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlookers that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the Draco and began brushing her hair's-breadth with her fingers."I'm sure you have minor of your own now, you must have found a partner to lay plenty of eggs. Here, take my hair to line your nest, and conduct me as well. Please take me with you ; I don't want to live here anymore. I want to live with you and bang the children of my children."

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





The End




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