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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only tardy spring in the English people countryside. The body politic was wax of life, for it had been five years since the end of the Black pestilence. All across EEC, granger who had originally been peasants under their business leader were now free to arrogate land for their own and dwell without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low population and lush tillage bringing about new life and new coevals, there was a great brat that refused to go silently in the night.

Flying along the clouds was a mighty flying lizard, glistening as brightly as a polished crimson as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively Whitney Moore Young Jr., the beast had reached fully maturity in both experience and strength. The firedrake's torso alone was the size of it of six horses, with the gain of his farsighted neck and nates more than tripling his boilersuit length. His tree branch were long and powerful enough to knock aside houses with a single expanse and each wing could be used as a big businessman's pavilion. Each red scale of measurement was the size of it of a man hand, his golden eyes were as big as melons with Negroid snatch for student, and his jaws could snap up even the largest Irish bull and then split it in half with mere bite-force.

The flying lizard's manakin could be considered a compounding of several different animal'characteristics. As expected, its underframe was much like early lizards ( iguanas and Komodo firedrake ) though it also had a large limb-to-body duration ratio, much like a canine tooth. Its most scratch emaciated feature was the human-like device characteristic, allowing for very prominent tractableness and the ability to film very particular poses if it desired.

down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon passion. Walking among the aisles of grapevines was the farmer's daughter, humming in relaxed joy with a full phase of the moon basket hanging from her arm. Her epithet was Marian and she was the pride of her family, a young woman with long blond pilus and a knockout that was equaled only by the nifty duomo. She was eighteen geezerhood 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 late year when her family went to the nearby village to deal their wine. She hoped that he would be the one to require her as his bride and that the grapeshot in her basket would become the wine that they would wassail on their wedding day.

As she approached her family's farmhouse, her fantasies were cut short as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped shadow. She looked up and all the color was drained from her font and the breath from her lungs. The firedrake had spotted her with optic keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her hair would lay down perfective lining for the fauna's nest. Marian was able to release a single panic-stricken scream as the flying dragon wrapped his arm-sized finger's breadth around her waist, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any trauma. For the second metre, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the Dragon pulled back up into the air, making her torso finger like its weight had been multiplied.

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

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing altitude, Marian pushed and pulled on the tartar's hefty fingers, trying to free herself. Annoyed at his prey's try to get away, the snarling Draco reached down with its long neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few pes from her principal. Marian's body went fixed in unparalleled little terror as she stared at the Dragon's dagger-sized teeth and smelled the odour of blood on its breath. With tears streaming down her nerve, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her neck and began to pray, begging God for some fleck of protection against the wolf that now held her.



Marian hit the ground with painful force, jarring her from her comatose sleep after having fainted from terror. Hoping she had just woken up from a horrific dream, Marian scrambled to her animal foot and looked around wildly. She was lying in a all-embracing cave, orotund enough for the flying lizard to move around in. Due to the size and the lack of any grease in the terra firma or bulwark, Marian figured that the cave resided in the side of a mountain. The creature itself was blocking the exit, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five eggs that were the sizing of her family's wine-colored barrel. Unlike bird or lizard eggs, the bollock of the dragon were made of figure and diffuse with pulsing veins, as if the ball had their own marrow. The womb-like testis of the dragons served a unique purpose, allowing them to be laid by the female person at a much smaller and more doable size of it, then growing with the younglings within until they were orotund and strong enough to break free and live outside.

The floor was laden with skeletons of everything from rodent to livestock, with the hairsbreadth of animals like cavalry and sheep having been cut away to wrinkle the nest. Residing behind the nest was a pot that terrified Marian as much as the animate being that had taken her. It was the skeleton of another firedrake of rival sizing, obviously the former parent of the eggs, though she could not tell if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in fearfulness as the firedrake blocking the going moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like paws, the dragon knocked her off her feet and pinned her down pat, as easily as if she had been a blade of grass. Crying in fear, she begged for clemency, both from God and the dragon as the potent creature reached towards her head with his other paw and one of its farseeing claw extended. She doubled her sweat as the sword-like talon hung just a few inch above her face, but released a suspiration of ease as it moved above her head. She became as still as a statue as she felt the dragon's claw cut off her fuzz and snag through the gemstone ground as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The flying dragon then picked up the long locks of blond hair that Marian had vainly spent hours brushing back family and used it to line of merchandise his nestle. With the beast having released her and moved over to the nest, she knew that she had one probability to get away. Scrambling to her feet, she desperately sprinted to the cave entering. With a snarl of botheration but little overall effort, the Dragon reached out with his rear end and knocked her back to the ground. Marian cried in thwarting as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her back. The creature hadn't just taken her for her hair ; he was hungry as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercy as the dragon reached down and sniffed her dress while wetting his sharp fangs with his foresightful bifurcate clapper. Every deep inhale through his nostril felt strong enough to hoist her off the ground. Without a doubt, there was nothing she could do to resist the animate being ; it was far too powerful for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in fearfulness as the dragon clamped his lips around a tizzy of her dress and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the natural action, tearing off her unmentionable. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the common cold flat coat underneath this right animate being. She couldn't even describe how helpless and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly mouth and nose pushed against her private areas while it ripped away her dress. She was completely exposed with the feeling of cold stone against her back and derriere and the flying lizard's hot wet hint against her bureau, venter, and thighs. The but affair still on her body was her crucifix necklace, but she didn't even have the braveness to compass it.

Marian shivered and gave a tearful whimper as the flying dragon ran the two long tendrils of its forked clapper up her flatbed stomach and between her round titty. The tongue against her skin felt like a mix of a behemoth sluggard and a sloppy striptease of undercooked beef crawling up her body. The helpless young woman again began to implore. Now that the flying dragon had tasted her, he would most likely commence to eat her. Any second gear now, she would scream in botheration as the firedrake's razor-sharp tooth or claw would tear through her like a knife through one of her farm's grapes. But instead, she just felt the flying lizard's spit again lick her stomach and breasts.

In her skin and her fear-induced sweat, the dragon could sample something delicious. After age of bread and butter on a vineyard and basically being raised on vino, the gustatory modality of work grape juice was basically wafting from her pores, and the dragon found it absolutely sexually attractive. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, unable to stop the flying dragon from licking her physical structure. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her work force licked by livestock in the settlement near her home. But this, her navel and chest were being lathered by the dragon's tongue and there was nothing she could do to intercept the molestation.

She shook her head teacher from side to side in fright and disgust as the Dragon wrapped the tendrils of his forked clapper around her soft cervix, but it was too latterly, the beast had already caught the smell and gustation of wine on her breathing space. Before she could react, the flying lizard forced one of his clapper tendrils into her mouth. Marian tried to squall, but the Dragon's glossa had completely filled her mouth with its saliva running down her throat. The tendril of his forked spit was the size of a baby's arm and the dragon was forcing it deeper and deeper into her rima oris as it savored the taste and smell of wine on her breath.

Marian's eye rolled back into her head teacher and her completely body convulsed as the end of the dragon's clapper was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the cover of her pharynx. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to figure out her physical structure, slathering her full breasts and rubbing her venter. Finally, the firedrake pulled its clapper free. Marian lay limp with her oculus still rolled up into her head and her mouthpiece hanging unfastened, with the dragon's saliva and her own dripping off his tongue and pelting her back talk. The dragon had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so delicious as much as it was… arousing.

The aroma that the dragon had caught was the internal secretion of Marian's adolescent consistency. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her body was reacting to the touching and was energizing her hormones. The dragon was sensing these hormones and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the taste of wine-colored in her body, but for the insatiable sexual desire building up in within him. The dragon reached down, bringing his tongue to the place that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the brim of her completely untouched cunt with his sopping wet tongue, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and shout in surprise and fearfulness. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an demonic beast doing it made her grim to her stomach.

The tongue tendril pressed harder against her dent, trying to enter her. Desperate to head off the horrible fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the Draco's knife, desperately trying to agitate it back. The flying lizard growled at her set about rejection and pressed on her body with his paw, completely pinning her pile and leaving her ineffectual to move.

weeping in reverence and mortification, she once again began praying to God for protective cover and begging the dragon for mercy. The Draco pressed harder against her slit and the tip of his spit managed to broadcast the lips. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her petition. Her screaming continued to increase in mass as he forced his glossa farther and farther into her Virgo the Virgin body. The Loretta Young victim couldn't believe the filling sensation coursing through her, she felt like the knife would split her in half like a axe chopping a piece of firewood.

The tongue stopped and Marian fell silent as she felt it get through some sort of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more terrified than ever before in this horrible trial by ordeal. Gasping for air and crying, Marian looked up at the Dragon."Please full point, please don't rape me. In the name of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to keep back one shred of her gravitas.

Her Logos meant null to the Dragon, and without any compassion, he rammed his tongue tendril all the way into her pussy, rupturing her hymen without any effort and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in torture. Upon tasting her blood, the dragon became more excited. Flexing his tongue within her fast body, the flying dragon moved back and Forth River to relish the taste of her hormones and profligate. Sobbing in pain and humiliation, Marian could do nix to stop the dragon as he raped her with little more than than a single tendril of his forked tongue.

With her body jerking with each brutal push of the flying lizard's spit, she looked down, having spotted something in the recession 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 flying lizard's body like a dog or cavalry, but he was now so conjure up that it was reaching out and visible. Only now did Marian realize that the dragon truly was a Male, and now her terror had reached new heights.

Afraid of the dragon's log-sized phallus and still in annoyance from the wolf's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't break off herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to hush up her shrill cries of desperation and sample more of the wine on her breath, the Dragon forced his former lingua tendril into her mouth. With the tartar's tongue being forced into her pussy and throat at the Sami time, Marian could do nothing by silently pray as rip of botheration and mortification ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the flying dragon pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a alteration of tastes. Before Marian could even catch her breathing space, the flying dragon forced his tongue tendrils back into her body, but switched. With Marian's saliva being mixed with the flying lizard's in her pussy as he rammed her and the taste of her succus being forced in her mouth, the untried woman was filled with disgust and detestation, even towards herself.

With each second passing at a pace resembling an 60 minutes, Marian wasn't trusted how prospicient it was before the dragons tongue was finally pulled out of her torso. Even with the skin around her centre burning from the salt of so many tears, she cried with succour, believing her torment to be over. Her jaw was aching from the dragon's glossa filling her back talk, her throat felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her prick was stretched wide of the mark from uninterrupted misdemeanor, not to mention bloody and swollen from the roughshod deflowering.

Her center widened in confusion as the dragon flipped her over onto her genu and elbows. After sampling the girl's endocrine, the tartar was so aroused that he could barely control himself. He hadn't been this energized since conjugation season, when he met the female parent of his unborn younglings. The flying lizard wanted to persist in sampling the body before him, regardless of the mintage or method. Marian shivered in reverence and disgust as she felt the dragon's hot wet breath fan her rear end inner thighs.

"Please hold back, delight don't !"she begged as she felt one of the dragon's lingua tendrils press against her beat-up pussycat and the other against her anus.

With more force in his tongue than in Marian's unscathed organic structure, the flying dragon rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling shrieking of pain from her asshole and pussy getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in path that her unfit incubus couldn't have replicated. Never in her biography had she felt so much pain in the ass, so practically chagrin, and so a lot helplessness in her spirit.

As the tartar began moving both half of his tongue in and out of her eubstance, Marian's painful scream continued on, increasing in volume as the dragon's thrusts increased in focal ratio and viciousness. The tendrils in her body were so heavy and powerful, Marion felt like her body was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the dragon would give one powerful thrust and her anus or vagina would be torn afford and she would leech out. The notion of her vagina being stretched to its upper limit made her neediness to spread her legs in an attempt to subside the pain and the feeling of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her feel sick with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the dragon to be set free and relief valve, now she actually wished for death. After being violated and used in every way possible by an brute, she couldn't imagine ever being able-bodied to overcome the painfulness and chagrin. If she were to somehow escape, she didn't have sex how she could possibly face her home, face a potential husband, and boldness herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to relish it. Looking past the pain, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing violation of her trunk and soul… she could also find waves of pleasure being forced through her aching skeletal system. While her integral pelvic region was almost crying out for succor and mercy, Marian could not end herself from pushing back against the animal's knife.

Her rood swung wildly as she rocked back and forth against the Dragon's tongue tendrils, crying in shame from the enjoyment she was experiencing, even at the cost of her dignity and the pain threatening to rip her in half like a split yield. She continued pushing against the flying lizard's tongue, beginning to delight the powerful shoves against every sensitive billet in her pussy and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and Forth River in her anus. Her pleasure was only increased as the flying dragon began working the two tendrils in bit, thrusting one into her snatch and pulling out while driving the former into her SOB, and her sobs of pain and anguish were replaced by lachrymose moans of shameful euphoria. The hot wet spit inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to adjoin herself.

Suddenly, Marian's solid populace was turned upside down as earthshaking undulation of heating and joy coursed through every character of her being. She released a shrill groan, screaming louder than ever before in her aliveness as the dragon's tongue seemed to fulfill her pussy and asshole with more pressure than she thought potential. Finally, the dragon fully retracted his tongue, pulling out of her like a sword being pulled out of a slain warrior and leaving her slit and anus hotter and wetter than the creature's salivating tongue. Marian collapsed to the land, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the realization that this kidnapping monster had just given her the 1st orgasm of her life, something she had only heard the women of the Greenwich Village near her home newsmonger about.

Once again, the dragon flipped her over, rolling her onto her back. Still panting like a dog in the noonday heat, Marian looked up and her eyes widened in concern. The dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect penis right over her, like the giant main crossbeam of a house. There was absolutely no way on God's green earth that the Draco would be able to put that matter in her, not without finally ripping her overt 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 sexual desires, the dragon lowered his cock down onto her torso, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in ignominy and disgust as the giant phallus pressed down on her like a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, pinning her to the background. Never before had she even got a effective look at an animate being's ( or human's ) intimate pipe organ, let alone come to one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as tumid as her whole body. She could feel the dragon's heartbeats through the yearn venous blood vessel pulsing against her naked soundbox, the musky smell that seemed to permeate the member was making her dizzy, the weight was so acute that she felt like her bones were going to be crushed, and the Draco's material body was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The flying lizard's sexual organ was grinding against her helpless naked body, rubbing against every exposed inch of skin on her erstwhile virgin physique. Her merely impedance came in the form of her keeping her eyes and oral fissure screwed shut as the head of the dragon's hammer prodded her face, literally the sizing of her own head. As he prodded her boldness again and again, Marian tried to ignore the salty, musky olfactory modality and the stickiness and incredible heat of the physical body against her skin.

With a growl of aggravator, the dragon pressed his hands against her slope, forcing her to enfold her implements of war around his phallus. He wanted More contact. Afraid of what the flying dragon would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the dragon was not content. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her legs around the monumental slam as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential overflow, clinging to a tree for dear life.

The Draco began thrusting forward, rubbing his cock against Marian's frail body with deep sinewy shoves. Her whole dead body was shaking with each tremor that passed through the powerful brawniness in the puppet's pipe organ. While she cried in ignominy and disgust of the head of the tartar's prick rubbing against her fluid cheeks, she could not ignore her feelings of arousal and the rut building between her legs as the beast's shaft rubbed up against the swollen rim of her pussy.

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

With yet another layer of tears coating her side, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her lingua. The dragon pressed the very tip of the head of his rooster against her tongue, and the Lester Willis Young sex slave had to fight back the urge to vomit from repugnance of the act and the nauseating saltiness and stickiness of the hot bod. The musty gustatory sensation was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to fill her biography so that she wouldn't have to continue such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his thrusts, grinding his throbbing turncock against her tiny body while Marian tearfully licked the heavyweight head with her lowly glossa, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new man concubine. As she worked her lingua in the slit of the fountainhead and slathered the surrounding hide, the dragon trembled and grunted from the subdued wetness against his most sensitive area. Her backtalk and natural language felt so good, the tartar actually wished for a smaller Phallus so that he could at least put the whole head in her mouth.

Finally, the dragon looked up and groaned with his whole body shaking. Just as Marian lowered her headland and looked at the tartar in confusion, a torrent of come erupted from the principal of his cock. The wave of white slime covered her brass and curt hair, filled up her rima oris, and poured down her throat. With Marian gagging on the semen, the Dragon raised his organic structure, spraying her integral body.

Rolling on her slope in a puddle of dragon sperm cell, Marian coughed up almost a pint of ejaculate, vomiting in repugnance. to a greater extent traumatize and disgusted than every before in her sprightliness, she curled up in a foetal position with her headway in her manus 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 induce imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually burn her skin, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

The dragon stepped back and stretched, glad to have experienced such a wondrous orgasm. But now he had lost his interest in this Lester Willis Young girl. True, he had discovered something to enjoy later in his lifetime, but this quivering victim before him was now much less appealing. However, he wasn't just going to let her go or eat her, she could prove useful to the younglings when they hatched. It would sure help them get hold partners if they had some mating practice.

The dragon carefully grasped her mortise joint with his jaws, picking her up and holding her upside down. Marian instantly screamed in terror and begged for mercifulness, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the firedrake to release her or end her life quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she want to abide the agony of being ripped to smidgin and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to free herself of the dragons jaws, the creature had to tighten up his hold, inadvertently crushing her ankle with his lips. Screaming in pain from her trauma, Marian was carried over to the Dragon's nest and dropped in, landing on the side opposite of the giant chassis orchis. Marian looked down at her broken ankle joint, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't rape her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to escape.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a simple sprain, Marian gently squeezed her ankle to approximate the annoyance. The waves of agony that instantly surged through her body mixed with the aching pain of bruises and rip in her vagina and anus and her overall debilitation, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't work up any bout, for her eyes were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal perspective in the street corner of the nuzzle, slowly pealing off the thick bed of dried semen that coated her raw body. Her side was covered in red wheal from sleeping on the branches of the nest, though the she had tried to gather as much animal hair in the nest as possible to try and take a shit some kind of mattress. Between the nest and the cave entrance was the dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge coming and feeding on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a long strip of dry out semen off her right breast, a tearing sound cut through the air, terrifying the traumatized fille and waking the dragon. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in terror as the eggs began to sway and tremble violently, with one of them already having a large rip in the very top. Another tearing sound could be heard as the snapping jaws of one of the hatchlings poked through another egg. Slowly, the noses and jaws began to pierce the airfoil of the eggs as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last, the five hatchlings burst out of the eggs and all released a scream of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in repugnance at the newborn monsters clawing their way out of their giant star eggs. They were each the size of savage wolves, but had different body builds than the parent. Like the elder Draco, the hatchlings all had recollective limb with humanoid skeleton in the cupboard and great flexibility. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very little body fat or muscle, making them very scrawny. In a way, their trunk and limb were actually more android than draconic, though as they got older, they would most likely majority up and fall behind some of their flexibleness, like the osseous tissue of a growing tyke fusing together with age.

Unlike their father, their weighing machine were garden pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with severely and more deeply colourize fragment in the future. beingness so young, their Draco talons were little more that stubby claws and their baby dentition were the size of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely deadly and potential hungry.

To her relief, the dragons paid no care to Marian and instead turned their attention to the nut that they had just crawled out of. As the seeming dragon equivalence to the nursing-mother ability of mammalian, the hatchlings began tearing into their other embryotic homes, ripping them to shreds with their diminished dentition and gorging on the flesh with gusto. As they ate and proved their carnivorous inherent aptitude, the parent firedrake that had raped Marian stood over them with a proud glow in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the flying lizard fed on the heavy air hole like starving dogs, glad that they weren't turning this thirstiness on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw brand, Marian did not see her Hope for a quick and merciful death, as it was apparent that these brute savored their meal and chewed their food, something that would mean a lot of agonizing pain if they turned on her.

For several mo, the dragons gorged themselves on their eggs, eating until their tummy were stretched, but leaving the eggs mostly intact. Marian's body then went completely rigid as the hatchlings all turned their care towards her and growled. To them, her olfactory perception was very unequalled ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating hormones, both Draco hormones and teenaged human girl hormone, and that was driving them barbarian. The only thing that scared her more than their growling was the obvious fact that they were all male, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five flying lizard were all well endowed with a unspoilt eight column inch in length and impressive thickness, and all were fully erect. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent firedrake reached out with one of his hand-like paws, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. bent-grass over the edge of the cuddle with the parent dragon holding her pile, she discovered the tears that she thought she couldn't produce.

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

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

"Please don't colza me !"she begged as she felt the dragon find her twat with the chief of his cock.

She attempted to commit another plea but was cut off as the hatchling forced his cock all the way into her in a unmarried brutal force, making her shrieking in excruciating pain and humiliation. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent dragon's tongue, grinded with his pipe organ, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely dissimilar. Now, an animal was forcing his erect cock into her body, and doing so with very quick and herculean thrusts.

The Dragon began pummeling her snatch, literally hammering her with speed that she never thought potential. With this speed and potency, he was able-bodied to fill every recess of her pussy with his throbbing cock and drive so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to cast off up. The continuous bombardment of penetrating driving force turned her shriek of pain into a ingeminate rhythm of gagging moans.

The dragon was humping her with a ferocity that was a combination of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any cite of right or incorrect or that the object he was raping was even a exist thing. All the while, the relaxation of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each former over who would get the side by side bit to try out their new bodies.

After ten minute of arc, the unseasoned hatchling released a loud snarl as he experienced his for the first time orgasm, launching blockheaded streams of semen into his slave. It took humans more than a decennary for their genitalia to mature to this stage of development, but these puppet were born with fully-functioning testicles. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her body and oozing down her legs, but instantly burst into tears at the revulsion she felt from this beast's seed flooding her womanhood and dripping down her thighs. This creature had just ejaculated in her body as if she were a plebeian prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the heaving flying lizard pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its sidekick. The second hatchling wasted no time crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her bruised twat. This time, Marian did not squall in painful sensation or try to pull away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her trunk was rocked back and forth by the creature's thrust. With the family sex toy now docile, the senior flying dragon released his paw while his son violated the juvenile girl.

This time was different than the first assault, as disgusted as Marian was, the mavin she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As very much as she hated the brute, the violation, the pain in the ass, the humiliation, and herself, she couldn't assistance but convey some slight enjoyment in the Dragon's poke. The bruised brim and internal walls of her incision were quivering which each insight of the firedrake's cock and her body was gaining a very pleasant warmth. 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 second hatchling snarled as it had a huge sexual climax, spraying lode after shipment of hot jizz into her body until she was completely overflowing. The flying dragon slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the 3rd dragon pounced. After watching his two crony have so lots fun, the third dragon was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being able to use his hands or even look, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his dick into Marian's son of a bitch. The Loretta Young char yelped in pain, but the yip was blend with more surprise than shame or disgust. The flying dragon grunted from the tightness 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 assault, but it was much to a lesser extent focused due to sensitiveness and more than of a confusing and indefinable sensation. Regardless, the strong-arm pleasure moving from her lower body was very powerful and even awful. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nest to underneath her body and began rubbing her cum-soaked cunt. As the flying lizard picked up speed, so did the throw of her fingers, and in turn, the bulk of her moans.

Marian's consistency began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the passion in her lower consistence turn into very familiar heat. Finally, she and the Dragon had simultaneous climax, something that would normally belong in a good love story. As the Dragon poured jet after jet of his seed into her anus, a mixture of her own juices and the seed of the dragon's kin poured from her twat. The giant winged lizard gave a loud snarl and the distraught rape dupe gave a shrill moan.

The dragon dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a horse cavalry and Marian fell back into the nest, panting and limp from enfeeblement. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the last two dragons were too impatient to consider letting either one get the future turn. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the same time.

The fourthly dragon managed to penetrate her puss, basically marking that region of her body as his territory against her fifth part brother. This drive barely detoured his comrade, as the fifth Draco had already found another orifice to use to gratify his sexual desires : her mouth. With Marian still panting from the song of getting raped and sodomized, veneration of suffocation entered her head when the fifth dragon forced his cock into her mouth. With instinct that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the flying dragon humped her face, forcing its erect gumshoe in her mouth and hammering the back of her throat.

With the tartar's manhood in her sassing, one of Marian's last few shred of dignity was crushed by ignominy and disgust. But while a few new bust of wretchedness fell from her eyes, she found some amusement in the fact that the sizing, soma, warmth, and musky smell of the creature's dick reminded her of eating roasted blimp, something she was treated to when her family line visited the owners of nearby pig farm.

The terminal two flying lizard had much less self-control and both ejaculated at the same time, stuffing Marian's slender body with come at both ends. Even though she had experienced it before and was expecting it, Marian gagged and choked in disgust on the semen filling her back talk and being pumped down her throat, then desperately jerked her head to the side so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his good turn, the foremost Dragon decided he wanted another round. While his rear end, wings, and back ear made it awkward, he laid down and pulled Marian on top of him, who was as hitch as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the dragon's brother. Acting far more like a homo than a dragon, the animate being pushed his red erection back up into his sex slave. Marian gave a little whimper from the savage insight, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the brute would dig his claws into her human body, Marian obeyed the pushing and pulling of his blazon and his paws on her pelvic arch, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard hawkshaw. A new wave of shame filled Marian as she felt the burn of exertion in her thighs with each climb and surrender. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the flying lizard used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in effort to delight them, working her own consistency and muscles as the brute raped her, though she had to bounce on the monster's turncock with just the power in her second joint, as her maimed ankle would not let her properly crouch.

The second dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without hesitation, pushing his harmonium into her bruised asshole and making her yip in botheration from being double-penetrated by the two savage. As the irregular dragon began jabbing into her anus in a calm but unrelenting rhythm, Marian was ineffective to continue bouncing on the first flying lizard's pecker. She gave a sigh of ease from the dragon showing no aggravator towards her lack of motion and the chance to rest her burning second joint, but this succour was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind legs, the third dragon pounced on her shoulder, hefting his bounding tool in social movement of her grimace. Realizing that she could sink no lower, Marian opened her lips and took the Draco's phallus in her mouth. Her psyche began bobbing back and forth as she used her tongue and cheeks to orally pleasure her inhuman capturer. After only a bit of the beasts molesting her three porta in tandem, Marion released a loud cry of annoyance. Her right and left arms each had parallel bleeding scratches, given to her by the fourth and 5th Dragon. 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 torso to let them let go of their vigour into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would attack again. Trying to fight the jarring thrusting of the dragon ramming her asshole, Marion leaned her forehead against the lower-stomach of the third dragon and used only jerks of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the sides of the first dragon's body with her knee joint, allowing her to own some color of balance.

With her weapon system freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing erections of the fourth and fifth dragons. Hoping this would satisfy them, she began stroking them with all the focussing and strong suit she could muster in her traumatized mind and aching consistence. The dragon calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the rotating shaft of their cock, squeezing and working the exterior pelt as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her arms wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the one-quarter and fifth dragons mimicked the 3rd, standing up awkwardly on their hired man legs, while resting their front legs on her shoulders to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to find, Marian's face stung from the saltiness of fresh tears as she looked back at her animation and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the happy girl of a proud farmer, a phallus of a folk blessed with a grape farm for delightful wine-colored, a offspring woman with looker obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get married and bulge a category of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five wicked monsters at the same time, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was aught more than a sex slave belonging to mere animal, caked in their ejaculate and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison of leathery wings and scaly backs from the firedrake all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one dragon penis resting still in her yen pussy, one being forced up into her asshole with the Same rhythm of falling rainfall, she was bobbing her foreland back and Forth as she orally pleasured the third like a godless whore, and she was using her hands to stroke the fourth and 5th with their erect pecker just column inch from her grimace. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the worst division was the fact that there was undeniable pleasance. Before, it had been a shameful itching that was in the shadow of her pain and humiliation. But now, for the first time, she was enjoying the Brassica napus more than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not savor the penetrating intuitive feeling, the masculine stimulation she felt in the Dragon as they worked their phalluses in her body, the heat radiating from these tools of molestation that were probing her orifice, the taste and odor of the 3rd dragon that she was sucking off, and just the feel of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more and more about her unwilling enjoyment, her body was beginning to overheat in sexual euphoria. With the one-third dragon's putz filling her rima oris, Marian gave a muffled wow as she experienced her thirdly orgasm, brought on by the five brute raping her at the same time. As the high temperature of the orgasm slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the course of a few arcminute, she was once again filled with waving of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her binge of self-pity by agonizing pain shooting up her ankle, caused by the first off and 2nd dragons pulling out of her to swop places. While they took their new positions and each pushed their cock into her now-bleeding cunt and motherfucker, the fifth dragon growled in aggravation. As not bad as Marian was at pleasuring him with her right hand, it wanted more. Desperate to observe the creature happy and non-violent, Marian took the one-third dragon's phallus out of her oral fissure and began stroking it with her aright bridge player. She turned to the fifth Dragon and opened her back talk, signaling to the animate being that it was his turn. Following the sign, the creature put the head of his rooster between her brim and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to keep him satisfied.

After a minute of blowing the fifth dragon, the fourth to her leftfield growled, telling her that it now wanted a twist. Taking the fifth dragon's cock out of her mouth, she once again began stroking it with her right 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 captor. After two arcminute, another Dragon growled. This clock time it was the third and he was telling her that he missed the indistinctness of her mouthpiece. Marian switched her left manus to the penis of the fourth Dragon and once again began deep-throating the third.

From this point, time seemed to go on in an eternal loop. Marian wasn't sure enough how retentive she was being molested, but the flying dragon only stopped to shift positions so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each 2nd that passed, her body was getting more and more eat and her level of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her lip being wrapped around dragon spear, her coat of arms were on fire from the continuous sweat, and she could find blood streaming down her inner thighs from her violated vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to crash from exhaustion, she became the receiving system of both a blessing and a nemesis. As if they all shared one mind and body, the flying lizard each unleashed his largest and final sexual climax, emptying their full seed reserves. The amount being launched from each fleshy jet allowed Marion to see the"family resemblance"to their father.

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and asshole that the pressure and expanding upon detriment as much as the physical violation. The intensity and amount of the atomizer in her sass and pharynx was agitating her throat, making her gag and throw up to the point where semen was dripping from her nozzle. The watercourse from the dragons she was manually jacking were on par with flooding trough, coating her face and boob in a midst, sticky layer of sensual cum.

The flying lizard all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected seed. Her thighs were coated in blood from her torn vagina and anus, her muscles felt like hot lead weights, and her self-respect 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 penetration and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the flying dragon was crouched over her eubstance, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't wriggle, whine, or shed a split ; she just lied there and tried to concentrate on the pleasure of the infraction and ignore the pain. It was all she could do to make do. On the other side of the giant nest, the early four dragon were feasting on their testicle, but they were also competing with the tent-fly that had been drawn to the smell of the colossus embryonic cod, and the beast that was molesting her had most likely just finished his repast. By the cave passing, the elder flying lizard was sound asleep.

Before, being raped in her whip anus would have caused Marian to shout in botheration and cry in shame, but now, she just lied there like a perfectly dead body at the hired hand of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging pain in her rear end and was numb to the sexual harm. She had accepted her situation and welcomed the peace of mind of mind that came with it. This was how she would live, and quite potential, she would die very soon in the Lapp way. But with this peace of mind and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing usurpation, she now had a fortune to think and organize her opinion.

The first thing that she had rolled over in her judgment was the acceptance that dignity and self-respect could not exist in this situation. These brute had taken everything from her and she had hit sway bed, so there was no reason to cry in chagrin and revulsion. She had hit rock candy bottom, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that thinking had returned her will to last. If she were to hold any chance of surviving or escaping, she had to push aside pain and disgrace and just call for it.



Once the dragons all finished their serving of the eggs, they turned to Marian and began another Brassica napus session, all pouncing on their crippled doxy and combat over who would get which orifice to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when movement was not required and focused on the swallow intimate pleasance she was experiencing. Once the dragons blew their freight and covered her in a midst lily-white fur of jizz, they all curled up in their flank and fell asleep. With that reprieve, she went to work. After gathering up the skilful sticks in the nest she could find and braiding the animal pilus into rope, she managed to construct a splint for her ankle. If she were to have any promise of escaping, she would call for her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could propel around, and practice moving with only one usable ankle. If she had to seduce a quick outflow, she would demand to be capable to rise out of that nest without a bingle stumble. As she climbed up onto one of the walls of the cuddle, several control stick were violate underneath her weight. The snapping sounds alerted the dormancy hatchlings, which all gave a loud shriek when they saw that their favorite toy was trying to get out. Marian gave a curse of anger and a scream of torment as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her back into the nestle and banging her offend ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their tons just a half minute before, the dragons showed no tiredness of hesitation in ganging up and raping her with olympian brutality. It was as if they were the world and she were the beast, and they were disciplining her for trying to leave in the same way humans would condition a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound resoluteness and courage, Marian cried and screamed in pain as the beasts violated her with an raging stiffness that they had not shown before. By the fourth dimension they were done, she was curled in a foetal stead, shaking from the pain that racked her body.

While her belly was growling with the strength and mass as the beasts that made a by-line of molesting her, she decided it was a honorable estimate to not push her luck and just try to recover from her torture. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a cockeyed testicle and slowly drifted to sleep.



The world-class thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her stomach and fiery dispassionateness in her throat. She barely had any sentiency of time, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at least three days. The exclusively reason she had not died of hunger was because of the water her stomach had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to get hold something eatable. Unfortunately, the nest was completely barren of any grade of food, and even if she could get out of the nestle, there was nothing on the cave floor but grimy animal bones and the hatchlings'feces, and even if she were desperate enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nest. She momentarily considered trying to obliterate and eat one of the Dragon, but not only did she not have 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 dormancy dragons. The embryonic pod had been almost completely pig and would probably be finished off in the future serving. They were her only generator of food and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to prevent her break off 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 skin. She gave a small tug, and before the slab could even strike an column inch, the firedrake that the meat belonged to come alive up and pounced, snarling with choler. He knocked Marian back and pinned her down, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

Petrified with awe, Marian could do nix but tremble as the dragon made his point before climbing off her and skulking back. Out of spite, the firedrake snapped up the seepage slab and devoured it in one swig, then settled back down and went to sleep.
"shit it,"Marian cursed.



After their nap, the dragon finished devouring the remains of their embryonic pods, taking away the last edible gist in the cave. As common, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to stretch and work their Whitney Young muscles, in the grade of deep violent poking into her organic structure. Marian had two orgasms brought on by the sensual gang-rape, so she tried to focalise on them and the sexual euphoria she experienced.

Once again lying in a pool of fresh semen, Marian struggled to ignore her hunger and thirst and fall asleep, much like the sexually-spent dragons. Unless she managed to find some form of food or water system, she would waste away while the dragons would keep to chevy her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no mark of being ready to fly or leave the nest interest her ; now that they had run out of a nutrient, there was a good fortune that they would call on on her.



Marian gave a sigh of easement from the hatful before her as she woke up. The elder firedrake was standing over the nest with a slain cow hanging from his dagger-sized dentition. The hatchlings all squealed in thirst and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the fresh gist. Marian saw a fortune in the carcass as well. She was so athirst and thirsty, she would eat the heifer's raw innards and drink its blood line. If she could just get a turn at the body, she could survive.

The short cow was dropped into the nest and the dragons instantly piled on the bleeding eubstance, shoving each early out of the way and rippling off smidgeon of heart with zestfulness. Marian crawled over on her hands and knees, but was shoved out of the way before she could even touch the cow. These dragons were the selfsame definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the other side of meat of the nest, Marian could do zilch but curse her starve and hunger. Her throat was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink her tears and her tummy was growling with such vividness that she almost wanted to cannibalize one of her limbs.

To her surprise, the dragons'appetence seemed to be several times majuscule than before. In just under a half hour, the dragons were able to strip the cow's frame clean of every troy ounce of soma. They even snapped the ivory and drained them off the marrow, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able to do once the dragon fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the dragons decided to play off the meal through employment, their workout being intimate assault. With one-half of her mind focused on pleasuring her owner, Marian focused the other half of her mind on trying to retrieve a way to get water and sustenance. Her idea were interrupted after a farseeing period of meter by the surprise that the firedrake still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a one-half and the beasts were still raping her with the same speed and top executive as when they began.

bit passed by slowly with each leaving her more exhausted than the last. Marian tried to keep her apparent motion to only the necessary minimum, hoping she could outlive her tormenters, as they were the ace truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless effort, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too banal to displace, Marian lied on her belly as hitch as a ragdoll, with her torso being jerked by the undiscouraged thrusts of the dragons, now being forced to take turn instead of all ganging up on her.

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

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to recover. The flying lizard had not been that brutal since she tried to fly the coop, and the torment had gone on for so long that she thought they were actually going to rape her to death. She couldn't even move her stage because her vagina and anus were so bruised and torn, the smallest transformation would ship bolt of crippling annoyance crawling through her body, but the pain in the ass in her torso was still less than her starve and her hunger.

She could only take up that it was the fourthly day, and save for several gulps of Dragon seed, she had been deprived of all liquids. mortal exposed to less would be dead from drying up, and she knew her dried-out body was now at demise's door. If she could just find some food for thought or water, she could preserve on, instead of just relying of seed to quench her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

victimization her hand, she scraped all of the wet and dried cum off of her naked organic structure, forming a mess of Edward Douglas White Jr. cheekiness and thick slime on her palm. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to strengthen her firmness. The flying lizard spermatozoon had no nutrients, but there was water in it and she could use it to satiate her venter. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to feel shame or disgust, Marian closed her heart and scooped the blend semen of the five dragons into her mouth. While the beasts had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen time, she gagged and almost vomited from the taste and consistency of the slimy pile. Knowing that she would not survive without it, she suppressed her gag innate reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual delight, the great feeling of all the wet and dry sperm landing in her stomach was incredible. The heap now residing her stomach strengthened her appetency and she was hungry for more. With new strong point, she began peeling the dried semen off of her bare consistency and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her self-command to neglect the rancid salty gustatory perception.

Still not full, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to wallow in for the fast several days. With each crusty handful she shoveled into her mouth, her hungriness was to a greater extent and more extinguished and she became more and more arouse. Once she had eaten every cow chip and glob she could find, she laid back with her hand on her mostly-full tummy. She hadn't felt this in force in this cave since her offset orgasm, but while her hunger was mostly gone, she wasn't full and she was still very thirsty. As practically as she hated herself for it, she was desperate for more semen to gorge on.

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

Trying to make as footling noise as possible and not alarm the sleeping hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the sharpness of the snuggle. The elder dragon had just returned from defecating outside and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be exulting or dignified, Marian tried to figure out how to entice the dragon.

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

The creature that stole her virginity as well as her body looked up, now curious. Once again swallowing her superbia, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool off itself. The dragon stared at her tongue, remembering how diffuse her back talk was and how dainty it felt. As he remembered violating her, the dragon's cock revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as magnanimous and intemperate as a tree log. Marian continued to jiggle her tongue, signaling to the senior Dragon that she wanted it.

The elephantine flying lizard crawled over to her, hefting his erect dick and resting it on the sharpness of the draw close, right in front of Marian. As she remembered, the head of the tartar's cock was as turgid as her own skull and the musky tone was far more potent than the genital aroma of the younglings. This was the merely way she could get something to quench her hunger, and she would get to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her arms around the tartar's foreland and began running her clapper in the puss on the very tip, which was as boastfully as a steel slash. The pulp was so hot that she felt like her brim were becoming chapped and her tongue burned, and she could barely breath the odor that seemed to waft from the beast's member.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to live up to the creature. Hugging the head of the dragon's cock and holding her hint, Marian completely buried her face in the slit, kissing it as if it were the side of her devotee and slobbering the interior with her glossa, pleasuring her Dragon owner to her good ability. When the dragon began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a upright job. She doubled her try, working hard to milk the dragon for every cliff of cum. Knowing that it was about to ejaculate, Marian closed her eye and opened her backtalk as wide as potential, lusting for a quenching drink.

The dragon's orgasm was much larger and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her back from the force and amount. She was wrapped in a white cloak of cum and managed to swallow more than a pint. While her hunger was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even… lustful. She continued to lick the puss while she rubbed the head with her arms, eventually coaxing another climax. She felt a twisted shape of pleasure and satisfaction in the look of being sprayed with more seminal fluid. The Dragon pulled away with his shaft quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

prevarication in the draw close, Marian scraped the Dragon's cum off of her defenseless body and slurped it off her fingers with flavour. Her tummy was full and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At outset she thought some part of her mind was just telling her to pick herself off, but this thought was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other paw 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 organic structure, then she resigned herself to her luck with a hopeless quiet as she let them use her dead body however they wanted, then she gained enough trust to hope that she could achieve her freedom if she waited them out and used their bodily fluids to ride out animated. Now here she was, savoring the tartar's cum like it was a dainty and stroking the bruised lips of her cunt in sexual euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniac pet.

There were so many thing that she hated about this office : she wished she could be given time to mend, she wished she could make some real food and water, she wished she could assure her kin 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 to the lowest degree sleep in something more comfortable than a bed of semen-coated sticks.

But while there were all of those problems, she had to accept the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the warmth and taste of the tartar'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five Draco and pleasuring all at the Lapplander time like a sporting lady, she was enjoying the feeling of the dragons prick being driven deep into her body so hard and fasting that she could do nothing but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the sempiternal sessions of gang-rape brought on. At first she had hated it so much that she prayed for dying, now she couldn't get enough violation.

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

As she gained her first grinning since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to stir from their nap. On cue, the elder dragon returned with a dead elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his sons a filling meal. As the dragons tore the soma apart, Marian lied back and continued to come to herself, working her finger 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 meat from the elk skeleton, she got on her knee with her typeface against the base of the nest. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a smiling and used her hands 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.

"Come on tyke, I'm ready."



The seance 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 incursion and she knew the dragons couldn't understand her, she found herself whispering for them to work harder and faster, and begging them to"atomizer her ”.

As if sensing her alteration in temper and opinion, the dragons seemed to shift their tactics. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming stake over office of her organic structure or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their skipper, their family member, or even their equal, but they did look to be cognisant that she was a living thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

The academic session ended with Marian using her work force to stroke the dragon to climax with her mouth clear, hungrily catching the jets of sperm. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every pearl of cum and licking up every drop cloth that missed her lips and waiting tongue. With the dragons spent and her own physical motivation fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a duet of sheep, though her solitaire was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either itch without fucking one of the beasts. One of the dragon was near to finishing his repast, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her hired hand and knees, Marian bravely interrupted the creature's bloody fete and climbed onto his lap. The dragon was just about to entangle and roar at her insolence, but became silent when Marian grasped his cock, stroked it to a good erection, and grinded her pussy against the shaft before pushing it in. The dragon instantly became very docile as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in blissfulness as she drove the animal's sexual Hammond organ into her wet cunt.

Behind her, another Dragon had finished his repast faster than expected and was eager to get a play. Marian dismounted the first off dragon and got onto her hands and knees, letting the second dragon penetrate her from behind while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his repast. For the second time, the Draco's meal was interrupted, this time by a gushing orgasm. As he launched his first jet of semen, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every drop. Her eyes then rolled up into her head and she purred in arousal as she felt the dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple jets of semen into her physical structure. 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 Dragon had finished eating and were ready to harry her.

After the dragons took their positions and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference when compared to originally sessions : This clock time, they were more measured with their movement and how they treated her. They became cognisant of her hurt ankle and did their best to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to continue their claws from touching her. Their poke, which were normally fast and powerful, were now sluggish and gentle, and Marian realized that the firedrake were trying to avoid agitating the bleb, bruise, and tears in her anus and vagina.

They didn't want to suffer her, they didn't want her to be sense pain, and this was something that warmed her ticker and she was very grateful for.



Marian was resting on her stomach on the bound of the nest, watching the dragons with a smile on her aspect. Their brawn were finally solid enough for them to do more than just hump, and they were using this chance to finally step out of the nest and manoeuvre. The flying dragon were running on all fours around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a bedding of puppy chasing each early in a field, though this wasn't a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual change in their skeletons. She could tell their many voiced off-white were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very flexible like their sire, but she could see they were having more and Thomas More difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to tend on something to do it.

right now, Marian was laughing with a fond smile on her face as she watched the hatchlings play. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing beatniks of the begetter tartar, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two cows, one for itself and the other for the younglings. The baby dragons quickly jumped back into the nest and began whining as their forefather approached, begging for the slain bullock. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest wince from the painful sensation in her mortise joint. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a break mortise joint had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be capable to put weight on it if she were desperate enough…

As the Draco feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the grime out from under her nails. She would sell her person for a chance to bathe. About to get down working on her decently finger's breadth, 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 second joint muscle hanging from his jaws. The Draco lowered his headspring and dropped the gist on her lap. The beast had just shared his food, giving her More than a pound of meat. While the flying dragon turned away to return to the briny carcass, Marian stared at the bloody strip of heftiness. Slowly, a tear rolled down her font 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 cum, this was a blessing. She picked up the cartoon strip and quickly tore into it like a ferine creature, digging into the roughneck muscle vulcanized fiber while the bloodline rolled down her chin. As she ate, tears of relief poured from her center, caused both by the joy of being able to eat something solid with so much flavor ( instead of the cum that the firedrake would shoot down her throat ) and the fact that these animate being had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a monumental change in the dragon'behavior. With the inaugural change, they were less cruel and forceful. With the bit alteration, they were very careful with their drift and worked intemperate to avoid causing her pain. With the third change, they were actually quite warm, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took turns, each working their tool inside her with slow but deep strokes. Their movements and poking could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their paws on her side to hold her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their arms tightly around her and holding her while they were intimate, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how a good deal they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless fauna that violated her with a certain cruelty, but now they were being gentle and sort. She actually felt like the dragons were being worked up, and each flying dragon that she was intimate with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a turn, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the same sentence, finally fulfilling her new sexual desires. Even now, she saw a important change in their behavior. The dragon sodomizing her from nates had his sleeve wrapped around her waist, the dragon that she was riding had his hands on her pectus and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exert herself, and the three Draco that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each early to abide on their hind ramification instead of putting their weight on her. She could feel their care with each thrust and ejaculation.



Two hours and more than half a 12 sexual climax later, Marian fell back onto the floor of the nest, hungrily licking off the stratum of ejaculate that the flying dragon had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like Pb weight unit from cumming over and over again. She closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to come, but she was shaken by the touch of the Dragon all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another spell, she was sure she had drained them of every pearl of semen. She opened her optic and looked around, unable to believe what she was seeing. All of the dragon had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to sleep with her and be with her, not just subscribe to good turn having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to kip, Marian laid her head back and just stared at the cavern ceiling, trying to swear out the event.



Marian was awoken from her restless nap by a deafening crack of scag outside. It was the heart of the night and newsbreak of lightness illuminated the cave as thunderbolt of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as flashy as the thunder was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the mountainside. small-scale rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entrance like a waterfall. Another crack of thunder split the roar of the pouring rain, and while Marian wanted to encompass her ears from the terrible mass, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The pelting was so loud, yet the dragons didn't seem to hear a single drop or deadbolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a flick twig. Before she could even gasp, an relief valve plan had already formed in Marian's brainiac. If she were to strike quietly and softly enough, she could climb out of the nest and the rain outside would cover the sound of any broken peg. However, if she were caught, the dragons would likely be furious. All the trust she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be lethal. But on the other hand, this was probably her simply fortune to bunk and she could not ideate a proficient one happening.

At death, 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 time she took as wobbly as a foliage in the walkover and seemingly as loud as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as possible not to shake the cuddle. She did not bother praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each instant felt like an hour as she slowly inched her way up the side of meat of the draw close. She picked each point of contact with only the most upmost focusing, putting her weight only on the thickest stick and where the ends of the branchlet met, trying to break as few possible.

As expected, there were far more loud snap fastener than she wanted, and every second, Marian fully expected one of the dragons to wake up up and snarl. She gave a sigh of respite when she got her full body up onto the very border of the nest. Holding her intimation, she began the slow acclivity down the out of doors. This was far more difficult, as she had to maneuver the nest like a ladder and her full body weighting was pulling down on the offshoot. With her whole body shaking and her ankle throb, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. Three invertebrate foot from the cave base, her nub stopped as she felt the branch in her script breakage free of the nest. Giving a silent scream and waving her weapon system, Marian fell down onto the cavern out floor in a painful landing while the branch gave a loud snap.

Lying on the terra firma and waiting for the dragon to bolt out of the nest and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain from the jarring crack cocaine to the skull and all the scratches that peppered her back, thigh, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard nothing from the snuggle and the elder dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still sound asleep. With a hysteric smile, Marian slowly got to her feet and began limping towards the cave entryway. She slowed her pace and held her breath as she passed by the senior dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entrance. With tears of joy streaming down her expression, Marian stepped out into the rainwater and let the water wash out away Clarence Day of filth, line of descent, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her peel with her hands, trying to wash out away the shame she been forced to endure. The ground around her was covered in grubby oil from all the filth being scraped off her consistence. Once she was trusted she was clean, she looked up and opened her rima oris, letting the largest waterfall running down the cave entering pour into her sassing. For several bit, she chugged the water pouring off the Lucy Stone, so grateful to have clean water to drink instead of the Draco'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued imbibition, trying to rinse as much salt out of her body as possible.

Finally, she was forced to hold back drinking, and retreat down the stack, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purge"her eubstance of all the saltiness that had built up in her organization, Marian collapsed to the earth a hundred feet from the cave entering, weeping in happiness. She was finally free, she could finally allow. Her tears then stopped, as the doubtfulness appeared in her mind of whether she really should leave alone. She had mulled over this question back in the nuzzle, but that was when she was weighing the risks of just attempting to escape, and she had never thought beyond if she should allow for once she got this far. She didn't even know where this question had come from, but she could not break off thinking it over. This motion would not leave her mind and her consistence refused to move until she came up with a tangible decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these animals'sex slave. But while she had been raped more metre than she could count and had experienced more terror, pain, and shame at the hands of these fauna than ever in her life, she had come to relish the look of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible orgasms she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family line again, but would she even be able to face them ? Would her family even accept her after all of the degrading thing she had been forced ( and more than will ) to do ? And would she ever have a chance of getting married ? Would any man pinch her after her orifices had been turned into colossus craters by fiendish giant ?

If she were to get away, would she even be capable to get home safely ? These farming were filled with the lawless, and what probability did a naked teen girlfriend who could only limp have ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a topographic point that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to leave so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasure and use in aliveness with these mere animate being. And after what she had felt in those dragons'hearts… she did not know if she could walk away from the tactile sensation they felt for her… or the impression she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shuddering breath and got to her base. Looking at the cave, she took another shaky intake of air and began walking back up the versant. Regaining her composure, she entered the cave and walked past the elder dragon. Climbing into the nest, Marian settled down, lying amongst the Dragon and wrapping her arms around the two younglings next to her. There was a diminished but warm smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the draw close alone, but the dragons had not left. They were out in the back of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and swoop on each former, she began to wonder if her actualization last dark had just been a dream. She looked at her arms and breast, noting that her body had been cleaned of all the filth and dried seed that accumulated over the days. The only way she could get clean is if she had washed herself with water. Marian smiled as she realized that her acceptance had been really ; she had escaped the dragons'nestle and decided to fare back of her own barren will. The creatures that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved single. Rape and intimate assault had now become intimacy and pleasure, something that originally made her cry in bother but now made her purr in stimulation and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to revere from her new category, Marian got up and stretched. With a smile on her expression, she climbed up onto the edge of the nestle and began to descale down the position. As she climbed down the exterior of the nest, the dragons stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her articulatio talocruralis was still sore, she stepped down onto the cave floor and approached her nest-mates. With each measure she took, the tartar became less and less tense, sitting with their tails wagging like excited dogs. She reached the closest dragon and crouched down in front line of him, running her paw along the side of his face and looking into his gold eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her lips against the forepart of the dragon's gag, kissing it tenderly. At maiden the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to Brobdingnagian differences in the size and physical body of their mouths, but he quickly began to empathize how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the dragon's mouth ( while careful not to get cut on his razor tooth ) and the firedrake replied by sending his prospicient branched natural language into her mouth, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the fauna to a replete throbbing erection.

observance Marian kiss and stroke their brother, the early flying dragon became fully aroused and even shivered from how excited they were. After only ten mo, one of them got raring 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 nose, startling it."No, it is not your turn yet,"she said dominantly.

The dragon growled at being rejected but hung his promontory in embarrassment. All of the dragon were awestruck in how the tabular array had turned. When they first came into the world, Marian's consistency was just an object that they used to turn their sexual urges and practice with their muscular tissue, something they would assault and violate 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 mo, Marian stopped kissing the first flying lizard and turned to the secondment. By tickling him under the chin, she got him to raise his top dog and aspect at her."Aw, my sweetness baby. Don't headache, I'll take concern of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, days turned into workweek and weeks 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 dragons gens so that she could better distinguish them, and the more sentence she spent with them, the to a greater extent she was able to see the subtle physical differences between each creature and recount them apart.

Every day, she would wake up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them wake, and then stop up every orifice in her body with their stopcock until she had a screeching orgasm and they coated her in semen. By the time they were done, the elder dragon would regress with a slain creature that Marian would feed on with the Saame intensity as her dragon mob, and after they had eaten, they would all make out her at once with her begging them to work her harder and faster, and then fall asleep.

On daylight when they were more industrious than horny, the dragons would instead run around the cave and fun, pouncing and wrestling with each early while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle had healed, she would often climb out of the nest and join them, while being careful not to get her naked body scratched and bruised on the rough cave floor and their solidification musical scale.

During times when the dragons were asleep but Marian was horny, she would go up out of the nest and pleasure the elder dragon. She would swallow her face in the puss of the elephantine savage's turncock, using her lingua to drive the dragon wild while she touched herself. After the senior dragon would ejaculate all over her, she would swallow as much as she could and then cast in the puddle of semen, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the dragons, the to a greater extent she noticed their growth rate. When they had first hatched, the dragons were the size of it of woman chaser with greatly disproportionately sexual harmonium. Now, mid summer, they were the size of adult men, with their phalluses having only grown four inches. Marian loved this new size and loved being fucked so hard by their foot-long cock that she thought they were going to part her in one-half. They were so large that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size of it and bulk, the elderberry bush flying lizard began playing a crowing role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entrance to guard the nest and only left to save himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the forest on the mountainside, teaching them to hunt for themselves and making certain they got plenty of example. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the woods in the search of water. Even though the dragons were sharing their nutrient with her, thus letting her replace ejaculate with brute parentage as her author of hydration, she wanted something to quench her thirst that wasn't thick and salty. While the Dragon would explore the woods, she would be crouched over the little stream nearby and drinking until she couldn't beverage anymore.



It was a warm summer afternoon and Marian was walking through the timberland, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of thick splashing and chewing caught her attention, drawing her to a tramp down bush. She pushed the pubic hair aside and found on of the dragons with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open chest of a slain elk. The Draco looked up and began wagging his tail when he saw the grin on her face.

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

The dragon wagged his after part even harder and continued tearing into the organs of his prey. As Marian watched the dragon feast on his first gear kill, a thought entered her nous that made her look up at the sky. Right now it was nice and warm up, but only because it was summer. Soon, winter would raise its wretched drumhead and there was no way Marian would be able to survive the way she was : naked and without a way to make fire. She had to get something to hold open her warm or else she would freeze to expiry. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the fell, starting from the massive mess the dragon had opened up in the chest. Once she pulled up a large flap, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the dragon would understand her quarrel, but she was hoping he would at least get the subject matter. To her portion, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to continue peeling off the fell while he hate. Without any experience or puppet, it was incredibly difficult and her only direction was vernacular sense and the chronicle her older brother used to state whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly shaped and had multiple tears, she finally managed to pull off the bloody hide, mostly intact. With a grin of pride, she leaned down and thanked Syris with an affectionate kiss on the lips.

After taking a strip of thigh substance off of the elk and with the hide over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to find the other dragons and see if she could get the fur off their kill. As she walked though the timber, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few months ago, she was the member of a agrarian house, working with her parents to produce and cull grapes for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a rape victim for vicious beasts. Next she became a hardened survivor, uncoerced to broadcast her peg for her captors and live solely on semen to stick around active. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an animal pelt over her articulatio humeri and chewing on a raw striptease of meat with the profligate dripping off her chin and running down her wax breasts. She was living in a nest with dragons, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect turncock. She had gone from being a farmer to being a zooerastia sex-addict that was living more than like an animal than a human.

And this lifestyle made her unfeignedly happy.



Marian was able-bodied to receive the rest of the dragon by calling out their public figure : Isaac, Arthur, Pinot grape, Ashford, and the elder dragon, bourne. Pinot, Isaac, and bourne were able to catch some More elk and Marian found them in meter to save the hide. She would need many more if she was to survive winter, but at least she had enough for more easy bedding.



After two week, Marian was capable get more than thirty animal pelts from sawhorse, cows, elk, and even bears. Using bone and braided fuzz, she managed to grow five of them into a set of clothes to hold on her more than warm when remote once wintertime came, and turned the rest into a furry burrow that she could lie in and bide perfectly comfortable, no matter how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the dragons snuggled up against her to keep open her warm.



Marian woke up on the first day of autumn and found that the cave was evacuate. She looked around, wondering if bourn and her nest-mates had gone out into the Mrs. Henry Wood to hunt. She was disappointed by her loneliness, because either she would wake up the tartar by stroking them or sucking them to wide-cut erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.

Her bitter opinion were interrupted as the cave suddenly went dark. Something was blocking the sun, was it Bourne ? The question was answered by six gimcrack clang outside and the arrival of the dragons, folding their wings as they entered the cave.

With a smile and tears of pridefulness on her face, she climbed out of the nest and ran over to them."You just flee ! You all flew !"she squealed, running her deal over their scaly bodies once she reached them.

Over the six month since they hatched, the tartar had grown to be the size of stallions and now looked so much like their father. The plates, which had originally been piano and pink, now looked like ruby chips and were as hard, their stubby hook and fangs were as hard and incisive as sticker, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

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

The young dragons all lowered their brain and she gave each of them a long and passionate kiss on the rim, flitting her tongue between the point of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot, who knew that she was going to reward them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her knees, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized Phallus. Licking her lips, she took the head in her rima oris ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her tongue in the slit, making the dragon quiver in pleasance. The rest of the flying lizard waited anxiously for Marian to give them permission to perforate her.

After various endorsement of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the rest of the giant winged lizard."ejaculate on back to the nuzzle and I'll show you just how proud of you I am."

She then walked back to the nest, climbed up onto the edge, and bent grass over with her animal hide britches around her ankles to bear witness her pussy and cocksucker."come on boys, I'm waiting."

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



Winter hit the countryside hard, and even with her collection of fauna pelt, Marian had a hard prison term staying warm. Sensing her vulnerability to the frigidness, the dragon became excess protective of her, even Bourne. When they left to go hunt or get utilisation, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the night, the giant elder dragon would lie down by the cuddle and use one of his heavyweight wings to keep Marian and his Word warm and protected from the cold night air.



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



Marian awoke in the nest by herself on beautiful morning in late spring, the day after the one-year anniversary of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to determine a trace of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the dragons now left her alone when they left to trace, so waking up by herself was nothing new, especially since the flying dragon needed more and more food. Wondering when they would descend back, Marian decided to go out for a walk in the woods. Wearing her animal hide outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

"Chester A. Arthur ! Bourne ! Pinot ! Isaac ! Ashford ! Syris !"she shouted, hoping they were in the orbit. When no reply came, she called out again, but her alone answer was her own Echo.

Again, this was no surprise. The dragons had purged the land of all large fauna and were always traveling farther and farther in lookup of food for thought. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her function. After going for a stroll around the woods and drinking all the weewee she could, she went back to the nest to wait for her winged fan.

Dozing for the ease of the day and had a restless sleep during the night, but woke up the next good morning to find herself still alone. She tried to separate herself that they were probably just having a hard time finding nutrient, but her mind was filled with trouble. After spending the day drinking weewee and collecting unfounded plant life and Nut to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a deep iciness of trouble in her heart, but she worked with every fiber in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for food, Marian spent most of the night lying on her back in the discharge nest, staring at the cavern out cap. As the lunation reached its highest point in time in the sky, an idea entered her psyche. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her rood necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a memento of her one-time life, even though she had lost her religious belief in God. She couldn't recollect the survive metre she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a respectable time.

"God, you did not respond my pleas when I was first captured, but please, help me. Bring them back, Almighty, please. I don't want to lose them,"she said, crying for the initiative time in a long time.



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

It had been a year since the dragons had hatched and it was now make that they had left the nest for biography of their own. They were no tenacious hatchlings ; they were now grown adults and it was clock time for them to take in hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would come, but she had hoped that she would have more time or that maybe that they would adopt her with them, though there was as little chance of one of them taking her with them as two them staying together after leaving.

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



One twelvemonth later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing flat solid 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 being society. It had taken her time to get reacquainted with human life and socialisation, but now she was once again a member of high society and even had a job working as a chambermaid, though she was not the Saami husbandman young woman that she had originally been.

She had cast aside her crucifix, having lost her organized religion in God once and for all after being taken from her world-class family and left fundament by her second, and she no longer wanted to be reminded of her farmer sprightliness.

It was unvoiced for her to abide focalize on her undertaking, as not a single minute passed by where she didn't think about the dragon she had come to acknowledge and get it on. Ever since coming back to human society, she had tried desperately to get the same sexual spate she had experienced time and fourth dimension again in the dragon nest. She had tried having one-night whirl with the men of the townspeople, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into barns and horse barn on multiple occasions to pleasure the horses and fuzz, but naught gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumour of dragons that passed through the town, wondering if there was any news of her former family. All she heard was the drill expected : oxen and horse cavalry being killed and woman being told to retain their hair short so as not to draw tending and be taken away. It was for this reason that Marian allowed her tomentum to turn as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to flow the break sail, she heard a randomness that made her drop her basket and gasp. It was a holla, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. several screeching could be heard in the backcloth, but the snarls of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the dirty road that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the generator of the commotion. People screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the length she could see the top of red wings.

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

Turning a corner, Marian got a safe look at the animate being and gasped. Even after a class of development and modification, she recognized the scale pattern and bone body structure of the dragon as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of his Padre, the creature was in the street, wrecking unintentional havoc. With his hand-like paws, he was reaching out and grabbing adult female from the crowd of citizenry that had come to see the rumpus or had not yet fled. Snorting in infliction over the gruffness of their hair, he would drop them and they would run away screaming. With his buttocks and wings, he kept at bay soldiers and farmer, slowly inching towards him with artillery and tools.

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

The dragon stared straight at her and his hind end and backstage hung limp. With tears of joy in her eyes, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crowd of people, and came out in the exposed space to face the dragon. The scarlet titan lowered his chief, letting Marian hug his nose while the spectator pump stared in mouth disbelief.

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

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

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

She then looked down and gained a coy smile. The onlookers gasped in disbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal dragon and began touching him in a way that caused his tool to break itself. Like bourn, Pinot's erect stopcock was now the size of a tree log, and Marian had to use both handwriting to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the psyche with her clapper, causing many looker-on to curse, scream, and faint. For almost a minute, Pinot shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the read/write head of his cock with her clapper. At last, the dragon had a gushing climax, spraying Marian's look and frock with more than two gallons of semen, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlookers that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the dragon and began brushing her hair with her fingerbreadth."I'm sure you have children of your own now, you must have got found a partner to lay mint of eggs. Here, lead my hair to note your nest, and take me as well. Please take me with you ; I don't want to live here anymore. I want to endure with you and know 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 herculean that the surrounding construction were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his rest home with Marian.





The End




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