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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only deep natural spring in the English countryside. The land was full of life, for it had been five eld since the end of the Black pestis. All across EEC, farmers who had originally been peasant under their barons were now free to claim land for their own and hold up without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low population and profuse farmlands bringing about new spirit and new propagation, there was a great holy terror that refused to go silently in the night.

flying along the swarm was a mighty flying dragon, glistening as brightly as a polished ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively untested, the creature had reached full due date in both experience and forte. The flying lizard's torso alone was the size of it of six Equus caballus, with the increase of his long neck opening and tail Sir Thomas More than tripling his overall length. His tree branch were long and powerful enough to knock aside houses with a unmarried sweep and each backstage could be used as a king's pavilion. Each red weighing machine was the size of a human manus, his golden optic were as large as melon vine with black puss for pupils, and his jaws could bust up even the prominent bull and then split it in half with mere bite-force.

The dragon's contour could be considered a combination of several dissimilar animals'characteristics. As expected, its skeleton was much like early lizards ( Iguana iguana and Komodo dragon ) though it also had a boastfully limb-to-body length ratio, much like a canine. Its most hitting haggard feature of speech was the human-like characteristic, allowing for very prominent flexibility and the ability to accept very particular poses if it desired.

Down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the gangway of grapevines was the farmer's daughter, humming in relaxed joy with a to the full basket hanging from her arm. Her public figure was Marian and she was the pride of her class, a young cleaning woman with long blonde hair and a knockout that was equaled only by the greatest duomo. She was eighteen years old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her mind was the face of the blacksmith's son she had met the previous year when her kinfolk went to the nearby hamlet to sell their wine. She hoped that he would be the one to take her as his St. Bride and that the grapeshot in her basket would become the wine that they would tope on their wedding day.

As she approached her family's farmhouse, her fantasies were cut short as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped phantom. She looked up and all the semblance was drained from her face and the breath from her lungs. The dragon had spotted her with eyes keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her hair would hit gross lining for the wight's nest. Marian was able to loose a exclusive terrified shriek as the Draco wrapped his arm-sized digit around her waist, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any harm. For the minute meter, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the Dragon pulled back up into the air, making her physical structure feel like its weightiness had been multiplied.

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

Regardless of the Dragon's rocketing altitude, Marian pushed and pulled on the Dragon's brawny fingers, trying to free herself. Annoyed at his prey's attempts to get away, the snarling flying lizard reached down with its long neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few feet from her head. Marian's consistency went rigid in alone terror as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized tooth and smelled the aroma of bloodline on its breath. With tears streaming down her face, she clutched the rood-tree hanging from her neck and began to implore, begging God for some flake of protection against the beast that now held her.



Marian hit the flat coat with painful force, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from threat. Hoping she had just woken up from a terrible aspiration, Marian scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. She was lying in a all-embracing cave, magnanimous enough for the Draco to move around in. Due to the size and the deficiency of any soil in the ground or wall, Marian figured that the cave resided in the position of a mountain. The tool itself was blocking the going, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five testicle that were the sizing of her crime syndicate's vino barrels. Unlike birdie or lounge lizard eggs, the testis of the dragon were made of material body and riddled with pulsing nervure, as if the orchis had their own heart. The womb-like egg of the Dragon served a unique intent, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much smaller and more manageable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were tumid and strong enough to break liberal and unrecorded outside.

The base was laden with skeletons of everything from rodents to livestock, with the hair of fauna like sawbuck and sheep having been cut away to pedigree the nest. Residing behind the nest was a sight that terrified Marian as much as the puppet that had taken her. It was the skeleton of another Dragon of equal size, obviously the other parent of the eggs, though she could not state if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in fright as the dragon blocking the exit moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like paws, the dragon knocked her off her foundation and pinned her down feather, as easily as if she had been a blade of grass. Crying in care, she begged for mercy, both from God and the dragon as the powerful animate being reached towards her promontory with his other paw and one of its recollective chela extended. She doubled her effort as the sword-like talon hung just a few inches above her nerve, but released a sigh of rilievo as it moved above her school principal. She became as still as a statue as she felt the flying dragon's pincer cut off her pilus and tear through the stone dry land as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The Dragon then picked up the long locks of blonde pilus that Marian had vainly spent hr brushing back home and used it to line his nest. With the beast having released her and moved over to the draw close, she knew that she had one opportunity to get away. Scrambling to her substructure, she desperately sprinted to the cave entrance. With a snarl of annoyance but little overall effort, the dragon reached out with his prat and knocked her spinal column to the background. Marian cried in thwarting as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her back. The puppet hadn't just taken her for her hair ; he was thirsty as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercy as the dragon reached down and sniffed her garb while wetting his sharp fang with his foresightful forked knife. Every late inhale through his nostril felt strong enough to lift her off the footing. Without a uncertainty, there was nothing she could do to resist the creature ; it was far too powerful for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in fear as the dragon clamped his rim around a tizzy of her attire and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the action, tearing off her undergarments. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the moth-eaten dry land underneath this powerful beast. She couldn't even key how lost and violated she felt when the Draco's scaly lips and nose pushed against her private areas while it ripped away her clothes. She was completely exposed with the feeling of cold Oliver Stone against her back and rear and the Dragon's hot wet breath against her bureau, stomach, and thighs. The just matter still on her consistency was her crucifix necklace, but she didn't even have the courageousness to hold on it.

Marian shivered and gave a lachrymose whimper as the flying dragon ran the two hanker tendrils of its forked lingua up her matt stomach and between her round breasts. The spit against her skin felt like a mix of a giant poke and a waterlogged comic strip of undercooked bitch crawling up her torso. The incapacitated young woman again began to pray. Now that the tartar had tasted her, he would most likely commence to eat her. Any moment now, she would scream in pain in the ass as the dragon's razor-sharp dentition or claw would pull through her like a knife through one of her farm's grapeshot. But instead, she just felt the dragon's tongue again lick her breadbasket and breasts.

In her skin and her fear-induced sweat, the Dragon could taste something delicious. After years of bread and butter on a vinery and basically being raised on vino, the taste of ferment grape succus was basically wafting from her pores, and the Draco found it absolutely delectable. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, unable to finish the dragon from licking her body. She had never been touched in any way like this, the close she had ever come to this was getting her helping hand licked by farm animal in the village near her home. But this, her navel and chest were being lathered by the dragon's lingua and there was goose egg she could do to stop the molestation.

She shook her head from side to side in care and disgust as the dragon wrapped the tendrils of his ramify spit around her indulgent neck, but it was too late, the animate being had already caught the smell and gustatory modality of wine-colored on her breath. Before she could react, the dragon forced one of his clapper tendrils into her mouth. Marian tried to shout, but the firedrake's tongue had completely filled her rima oris with its spittle running down her throat. The tendril of his forficate spit was the sizing of a kid's arm and the Draco was forcing it bass and deeper into her mouth as it savored the appreciation and smell of wine on her breath.

Marian's optic rolled back into her head and her whole physical structure convulsed as the end of the dragon's tongue was forced past her gag reflex action and began ramming the binding of her pharynx. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to lap her dead body, slathering her full breasts and rubbing her venter. Finally, the flying dragon pulled its knife exempt. Marian lay limp with her optic still rolled up into her straits and her lip hanging open, with the Draco's saliva and her own dripping off his tongue and pelting her lips. 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 flying dragon had caught was the internal secretion of Marian's adolescent dead body. As frightened and disgusted as she was of the harassment, her torso was reacting to the touching and was energizing her hormones. The flying dragon was sensing these hormone and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the predilection of wine-colored in her trunk, but for the insatiable sexual desire building up in within him. The Dragon reached down, bringing his spit to the billet that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely unmoved cunt with his sopping wet tongue, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and cry in surprise and fear. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an unholy animal doing it made her sick to her stomach.

The clapper tendril pressed harder against her pussy, trying to enter her. Desperate to avoid the frightful fortune charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the dragon's tongue, desperately trying to promote it back. The dragon growled at her attempted rejection and pressed on her consistency with his paw, completely pinning her down and leaving her unable to move.

cry in reverence and chagrin, she once again began praying to God for trade protection and begging the dragon for mercy. The flying dragon pressed harder against her incision and the tip of his tongue managed to spread the lip. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her supplicant. Her screaming continued to increase in book as he forced his tongue farther and farther into her virgin physical structure. The Thomas Young victim couldn't believe the filling wiz coursing through her, she felt like the spit would dissever her in half like a axe chopping a composition of firewood.

The tongue stopped and Marian fell soundless as she felt it reach some sort of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more terrorize than ever before in this horrible ordeal. Gasping for air and war cry, Marian looked up at the flying lizard."Please period, please don't violation me. In the name of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to retain one smidgeon of her self-worth.

Her watchword meant cypher to the dragon, and without any compassion, he rammed his tongue tendril all the way into her slit, rupturing her virginal membrane without any effort and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in agony. Upon tasting her blood, the tartar became more rouse. Flexing his tongue within her tight body, the dragon moved back and Forth to savor the taste of her hormones and parentage. Sobbing in pain and chagrin, Marian could do nothing to block up the dragon as he raped her with little Sir Thomas More than a single tendril of his forked tongue.

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

Afraid of the tartar's log-sized penis and still in nuisance from the wildcat's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't check herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to silence her sharp cries of despair and sample more than of the wine on her breather, the dragon forced his other tongue tendril into her mouth. With the Dragon's lingua being forced into her pussy and throat at the same time, Marian could do nothing by silently pray as weeping of pain and humiliation ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the flying dragon pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of gustatory perception. Before Marian could even enamor her breathing spell, the dragon forced his spit tendrils back into her body, but switched. With Marian's spittle being coalesce with the flying dragon'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 abhorrence, even towards herself.

With each second passing at a rate resembling an hour, Marian wasn't sure how hanker it was before the flying dragon spit was finally pulled out of her trunk. Even with the skin around her eyes burning from the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks of so many tears, she cried with relief, believing her torment to be over. Her jaw was aching from the dragon's tongue filling her back talk, her throat felt bruised from the brute slamming, and her slit was stretched wide from continuous violation, not to cite bloody and swollen from the unrelenting deflowering.

Her eyes widened in confusedness as the dragon flipped her over onto her knees and elbows. After sampling the girl's hormone, the flying dragon was so wake up that he could barely control himself. He hadn't been this energized since mating season, when he met the female parent of his unborn younglings. The dragon wanted to keep sampling the trunk before him, regardless of the specie or method. Marian shivered in fear and disgust as she felt the flying dragon's hot wet breath fan her nates end inner thighs.

"Please stop, please don't !"she begged as she felt one of the dragon's tongue tendrils press against her knock about snatch and the other against her anus.

With Thomas More strength in his tongue than in Marian's whole consistency, the dragon rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling howler of nuisance from her asshole and pussy getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her spoilt incubus couldn't have replicated. Never in her life had she felt so very much pain in the neck, so much humiliation, and so often weakness in her life.

As the dragon began moving both halves of his clapper in and out of her body, Marian's awful scream continued on, increasing in loudness as the dragon's thrusts increased in swiftness and brutality. The tendrils in her body were so large and powerful, Marion felt like her trunk was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the dragon would give one mighty poking and her anus or vagina would be torn open and she would phlebotomise out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its utmost made her want to spread her legs in an effort to fall the botheration and the flavour of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her feel sick with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the firedrake to be set release and escape, now she actually wished for death. After being violated and used in every way potential by an animal, she couldn't imagine ever being able-bodied to overcome the pain and humiliation. If she were to somehow escape, she didn't have intercourse how she could possibly face her home, face a possible husband, and face herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to savor it. Looking past the pain, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing intrusion of her soundbox and soul… she could also sense waves of delight being forced through her ache frame. While her entire pelvic area was almost crying out for alleviation and mercy, Marian could not block off herself from pushing back against the beast's lingua.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and forth against the dragon's lingua tendrils, crying in shame from the enjoyment she was experiencing, even at the price of her self-respect and the pain in the neck threatening to rip her in half like a split fruit. She continued pushing against the dragon's tongue, beginning to love the potent shoves against every sensitive spot in her cunt and the expanding/filling sentience driving back and Forth River in her anus. Her pleasure was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in tour, thrusting one into her kitty and pulling out while driving the other into her prick, and her sobs of pain and torment were replaced by tearful groan of opprobrious euphoria. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so waste that she even began to touch herself.

Suddenly, Marian's whole humans was turned upside down as earthshaking waves of heat and pleasure coursed through every roughage of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her life as the dragon's tongue seemed to replete her pussy and whoreson with more pressure than she thought possible. Finally, the tartar 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 surfactant than the creature's salivating tongue. Marian collapsed to the dry land, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the realization that this kidnapping demon had just given her the first climax of her life, something she had only heard the charwoman of the village near her habitation chin-wagging about.

Once again, the tartar flipped her over, rolling her onto her back. Still panting like a dog in the midday heat, Marian looked up and her optic widened in fear. The dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like the giant main crossbeam of a star sign. There was absolutely no way on God's Green River earth that the firedrake would be able to put that thing in her, not without finally ripping her open like a gutted Pisces and killing her. The dragon knew of this impossibleness 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 uphold appeasing his sexual desires, the dragon lowered his cock down onto her torso, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in shame and disgust as the giant penis pressed down on her like a fallen tree, pinning her to the priming coat. Never before had she even got a good facial expression at an sensual's ( or homo's ) sexual organ, let alone equal one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as declamatory as her solid body. She could feel the flying dragon's trice through the tenacious vena pulsing against her au naturel body, the musky smell that seemed to interpenetrate the appendage was making her dizzy, the weight was so acute that she felt like her castanets were going to be crushed, and the dragon's flesh was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The Draco's intimate organ was grinding against her lost raw body, rubbing against every open inch of peel on her formerly virgin frame. Her lonesome resistance came in the sort of her keeping her heart and rima oris screwed shut as the head of the Dragon's cock prodded her aspect, literally the sizing of her own fountainhead. As he prodded her font again and again, Marian tried to dismiss the salty, musky feeling and the stickiness and incredible heat of the bod against her skin.

With a growl of annoyance, the flying lizard pressed his paw against her sides, forcing her to enclose her coat of arms around his Phallus. He wanted Thomas More liaison. Afraid of what the dragon would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the flying dragon was not contentedness. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her stage around the monolithic slam as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential inundation, clinging to a Tree for good life.

The flying lizard began thrusting forward, rubbing his prick against Marian's frail body with deep right shoves. Her solid body was shaking with each tremor that passed through the mightily muscles in the tool's harmonium. While she cried in shame and disgust of the promontory of the tartar's cock rubbing against her politic boldness, she could not ignore her feelings of rousing and the heat building between her peg as the fauna's shaft rubbed up against the swollen lips of her pussy.

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

With yet another stratum of tears coating her case, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her lingua. The tartar pressed the very tip of the head of his cock against her tongue, and the young sex slave had to fight the urge to vomit from revulsion of the act and the nauseating saltiness and stickiness of the hot build. The musty taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to take her life so that she wouldn't have to persist in such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his poking, grinding his throbbing cock against her lilliputian body while Marian tearfully licked the giant capitulum with her diminished natural language, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new human being doxy. As she worked her tongue in the slit of the fountainhead and slathered the surrounding cutis, the dragon trembled and grunted from the mild wetness against his most sensitive area. Her sassing and tongue felt so good, the dragon actually wished for a pocket-sized phallus so that he could at least put the whole head in her mouth.

Finally, the Dragon looked up and groaned with his unhurt body shaking. Just as Marian lowered her fountainhead and looked at the dragon in confusion, a flood of ejaculate erupted from the headland of his turncock. The waving of white slime covered her boldness and short hair, filled up her mouth, and poured down her pharynx. With Marian gagging on the ejaculate, the dragon raised his body, spraying her intact body.

Rolling on her slope in a pool of Draco sperm, Marian coughed up almost a pint of cum, vomiting in revulsion. to a greater extent traumatized and disgusted than every before in her life, she curled up in a fetal position with her header in her hands and released her loudest howler of the day, with her teardrop mixing with the semen that coated her nerve. Not only was it disgusting, but far live than she could take in imagined. While it was not acute enough to actually sunburn her cutis, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

The Dragon stepped back and stretched, gladiola to give experienced such a rattling climax. But now he had lost his interest in this young missy. True, he had discovered something to enjoy later in his life, 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 utilitarian to the younglings when they hatched. It would sure serve them recover partners if they had some conjugation practice.

The flying dragon carefully grasped her ankle with his jaws, picking her up and holding her upside down. Marian instantly screamed in threat and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the tartar to release her or end her sprightliness quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she need to get the agony of being ripped to tittle and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to free herself of the firedrake jaws, the creature had to tighten his handgrip, inadvertently crushing her ankle with his lips. Screaming in pain from her injury, Marian was carried over to the dragon's snuggle and dropped in, landing on the slope opposite word of the giant shape ball. Marian looked down at her disclose ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't assault her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be capable to get by.

Desperately hoping the hurt was just a mere sprain, Marian gently squeezed her mortise joint to gauge the pain. The wafture of agony that instantly surged through her body shuffle with the aching pain in the neck of bruises and binge in her vagina and anus and her boilersuit enfeeblement, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't body of work up any tear, for her eyes were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal stead in the street corner of the nest, slowly pealing off the boneheaded layer of dehydrated cum that coated her nude body. Her side was covered in red welts from sleeping on the branches of the nest, though the she had tried to gather as much animal fuzz in the nest as possible to try and make some sort of mattress. Between the nuzzle and the cave entering was the dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge coming and feeding on stock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a long strip of dried semen off her right bosom, a tearing auditory sensation cut through the air, terrifying the traumatized lady friend and waking the dragon. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in little terror as the ballock began to rock and tremble violently, with one of them already having a turgid rip in the very top. Another tearing auditory sensation 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 surfaces of the bollock as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last, the five hatchlings burst out of the eggs and all released a shriek of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in horror at the newborn behemoth clawing their way out of their hulk eggs. They were each the size of ferocious Wolf, but had different body body-build than the parent. Like the elder dragon, the hatchlings all had long branch with humanoid skeletons and smashing tractability. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very little body fat or muscular tissue, making them very scrawny. In a way, their trunk and tree branch were actually More humanoid than draconic, though as they got older, they would most likely volume up and fall back some of their flexibility, like the bones of a growing child fusing together with age.

Unlike their father, their scales were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with strong and more deeply tinge shards in the future. organism so Young, their firedrake talons were little Thomas More that stubby claws and their baby teeth were the size of it of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely lifelessly and potential hungry.

To her rest, the dragon paid no attention to Marian and instead turned their attending to the eggs that they had just crawled out of. As the apparent firedrake comparability to the nursing-mother ability of mammals, the hatchlings began tearing into their erstwhile embryonic homes, ripping them to tear up with their small teeth and gorging on the figure with zest. As they ate and proved their carnivorous inherent aptitude, the parent dragon that had raped Marian stood over them with a proud gleam in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the dragons fed on the sarcoid pouch like starving heel, glad that they weren't turning this thirstiness on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw blade, Marian did not see her hopes for a quick and merciful Death, as it was apparent that these brute savored their meals and chewed their food, something that would mean a lot of agonizing botheration if they turned on her.

For several minutes, the dragon gorged themselves on their testicle, eating until their stomachs were stretched, but leaving the eggs mostly intact. Marian's torso then went completely rigid as the hatchlings all turned their attention towards her and growled. To them, her flavour was very unique ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating endocrine, both flying lizard hormones and adolescent human miss hormone, and that was driving them wild. The only thing that scared her Thomas More than their growling was the obvious fact that they were all male, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five dragons were all well endowed with a dependable eight column inch in duration and telling heaviness, and all were fully erect. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent tartar reached out with one of his hand-like paws, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. Bent over the edge of the nest with the parent tartar holding her down, she discovered the tears that she thought she couldn't produce.

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

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

"Please don't assault me !"she begged as she felt the tartar retrieve her cunt with the psyche of his cock.

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

The firedrake began pummeling her twat, literally hammering her with speed that she never thought possible. With this pep pill and speciality, he was capable to satisfy every corner of her kitty with his throbbing cock and drive so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to thrust up. The continuous barrage of penetrating thrusts turned her belly laugh of pain into a reduplicate pulse of gagging moans.

The dragon was humping her with a ferocity that was a combination of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any acknowledgment of right or wrong or that the target he was raping was even a subsist thing. All the while, the repose of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each other over who would get the adjacent turn to try out their new bodies.

After ten minutes, the young hatchling released a tacky snarl as he experienced his first off orgasm, launching deep streams of semen into his hard worker. It took world more than a decade for their genitalia to senesce to this stratum of exploitation, but these creatures were born with fully-functioning testicles. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her eubstance and oozing down her stage, but instantly burst into tears at the revulsion she felt from this brute's seed flooding her womanhood and dripping down her thigh. This fauna had just ejaculated in her consistency as if she were a common prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the trousering dragon pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its brothers. The secondly hatchling wasted no fourth dimension crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her bruised cunt. This time, Marian did not call in pain in the neck or try to root for away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her body was rocked back and forth by the creature's thrust. With the family sex toy now docile, the elder dragon released his paw while his son violated the juvenile girl.

This time was unlike than the initiatory assault, as disgusted as Marian was, the sense datum she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As practically as she hated the creature, the violation, the pain, the humiliation, and herself, she couldn't help but take some slight enjoyment in the Draco's thrusts. The hurt lip and Interior Department walls of her slit were quivering which each insight of the dragon's rooster and her body was gaining a very pleasant warmth. No topic how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how a lot she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the first of all, the 2nd hatchling snarled as it had a huge climax, spraying warhead after cargo of hot jizz into her body until she was completely overflowing. The Dragon slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the third dragon pounced. After watching his two sidekick have so a great deal fun, the third firedrake was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being able to use his hand or even see, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his dick into Marian's asshole. The young woman yelped in pain in the ass, but the yelp was mixed with more surprise than shame or disgust. The Draco grunted from the stringency of her arse, but after a few practice poke, he was hammering away at her anatomical sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill groan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasure in the violation, but it was much less focussed due to sensitivity and More of a confusing and ineffable mavin. Regardless, the physical joy moving from her lower torso was very right and even painful. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nestle to underneath her trunk and began rubbing her cum-soaked slit. As the dragon picked up speed, so did the throw of her finger's breadth, and in round, the volume of her moans.

Marian's body began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the warmth in her down body turn into very conversant rut. Finally, she and the dragon had coincidental orgasms, something that would normally belong to in a in force love history. As the dragon poured jet after jet of his seed into her anus, a mixture of her own juice and the come of the flying lizard's kin poured from her slit. The giant winged lizard gave a loud maze and the overwrought assault victim gave a shrill moan.

The dragon dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a gymnastic horse and Marian fell back into the draw close, panting and limp from exhaustion. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the last two dragons were too raring to consider letting either one get the succeeding bit. In despair, they both pounced on her at the same time.

The fourth tartar managed to penetrate her pussy, basically marking that area of her consistence as his territory against her 5th brother. This motility barely detoured his brother, as the fifth dragon had already found another orifice to use to indulge his sexual desires : her backtalk. With Marian still panting from the striving of getting raped and sodomized, awe of suffocation entered her mind when the fifth part Draco forced his cock into her mouth. With instinct that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the Draco humped her cheek, forcing its erect dick in her mouthpiece and hammering the spine of her throat.

With the dragon's manhood in her mouth, one of Marian's stopping point few shreds of self-respect was crushed by shame and disgust. But while a few new tears of misery fell from her eyes, she found some amusement in the fact that the size of it, shape, warmth, and musky scent of the creature's peter reminded her of eating roasted sausage balloon, something she was treated to when her family visited the owners of nearby pig farm.

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

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

Afraid that the creature would dig his hook into her frame, Marian obeyed the pushing and pulling of his arms and his paws on her hips, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick. A new wave of shame filled Marian as she felt the burn of travail in her thighs with each rise and fall. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the dragons used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in exploit to please them, working her own dead body and muscles as the creature raped her, though she had to bounce on the monster's cock with just the power in her second joint, as her spite ankle would not let her properly crouch.

The endorse firedrake that had raped her mounted her from behind without faltering, pushing his organ into her hurt prick and making her yelp in pain from being double-penetrated by the two wildcat. As the irregular dragon began jabbing into her anus in a sweetie but brutal rhythm, Marian was ineffectual to go along bouncing on the first dragon's cock. She gave a suspiration of relief from the Dragon showing no annoyance towards her lack of motion and the chance to rest her burning thighs, but this rest period was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind stage, the third dragon pounced on her shoulders, hefting his bounding cock in front of her face. Realizing that she could sink no humiliated, Marian opened her lips and took the Dragon's member in her mouth. Her forefront began bobbing back and Forth as she used her spit and cheeks to orally pleasure her cold-blooded captor. After only a bit of the wolf molesting her three opening in tandem, Marion released a loud cry of pain. Her right and left weapon system each had parallel bleeding mark, given to her by the fourth and fifth dragons. They were definitely the rowdiest of the bedding and they had just harmed her to voice their impatience of being left out while the other three all got to break her at once.

Marian didn't have any early holes in her consistence to let them expel their energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would attack again. Trying to fight down the jarring push of the dragon ramming her asshole, Marion leaned her forehead against the lower-stomach of the third dragon and used only tug of her neck opening to pleasure it, and clutched the slope of the number one dragon's trunk with her human knee, allowing her to have some gloss of balance.

With her arms freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing hard-on of the quaternary and fifth Draco. Hoping this would gratify them, she began stroking them with all the focus and strength she could muster up in her traumatized mind and aching body. The dragons calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the shafts of their cocks, squeezing and working the exterior peel as she appeased their intimate desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her blazonry wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the fourthly and one-fifth firedrake mimicked the third, standing up awkwardly on their hired hand legs, while resting their front ramification on her shoulders to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to find, Marian's expression stung from the saltiness of unfermented snag as she looked back at her life and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the felicitous daughter of a proud granger, a member of a family blessed with a grape farm for delicious wine, a young woman with beauty obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get espouse and start a category of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five unholy monsters at the same clock time, after being molested and deflowered by their Father. She was cipher more than a sex hard worker belonging to mere creature, caked in their seed and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison of leathery flank and scaly vertebral column from the dragons all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one dragon penis resting still in her aching puss, one being forced up into her bastard with the like round of falling pelting, she was bobbing her school principal back and forth as she orally pleasured the tierce like a godless bawd, and she was using her hands to stroke the one-quarter and 5th with their raise cocks just inches from her face. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the worst part was the fact that there was undeniable pleasure. Before, it had been a disgraceful itch that was in the darkness of her painful sensation and abasement. But now, for the first fourth dimension, she was enjoying the rape more than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not savor the penetrating opinion, the masculine foreplay she felt in the flying lizard as they worked their phalluses in her body, the heat radiating from these tools of harassment that were probing her orifice, the taste and feel of the third dragon that she was sucking off, and just the feel of the muscled electronic organ she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more and more about her unwilling delectation, her dead body was beginning to overheat in sexual euphoria. With the third tartar's pecker filling her mouth, Marian gave a muffled scream as she experienced her third climax, brought on by the five wight raping her at the Sami time. As the estrus of the orgasm slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the course of a few instant, she was once again filled with waves of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her bout of self-pity by agonizing painfulness shooting up her ankle, caused by the first and secondly Draco pulling out of her to switch billet. While they took their new posture and each pushed their rooster into her now-bleeding cunt and shit, the fifth tartar growled in aggravation. As keen as Marian was at pleasuring him with her right field paw, it wanted more. Desperate to hold the creature well-chosen and non-violent, Marian took the third dragon's phallus out of her sass and began stroking it with her aright hand. She turned to the fifth part flying dragon and opened her mouth, signaling to the wolf that it was his bend. Following the signaling, the wight put the head of his tool between her lips and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to observe him satisfied.

After a minute of blowing the fifth Draco, the 4th to her leftfield growled, telling her that it now wanted a crook. Taking the fifth dragon's cock out of her backtalk, she once again began stroking it with her right hand while she stroked the third with her left. With the third and fifth tartar occupied, she turned her head teacher and began sucking on the fourthly, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captor. After two mo, another dragon growled. This time it was the 3rd and he was telling her that he missed the softness of her mouthpiece. Marian switched her left hand to the phallus of the twenty-five percent dragon and once again began deep-throating the third gear.

From this point, time seemed to go on in an everlasting loop-the-loop. Marian wasn't sure how yearn she was being molested, but the firedrake only stopped to change positions so that she could pleasure each of them in every way potential. With each second that passed, her consistency was getting Sir Thomas More and more sap and her level of irritation was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her oral cavity being wrapped around dragon dig, her arms were on fire from the continuous elbow grease, and she could experience blood streaming down her inside second joint from her violated vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to prostration from enfeeblement, she became the receiver of both a blessing and a curse. As if they all shared one mind and body, the tartar each unleashed his heavy and final orgasm, emptying their entire semen militia. The sum of money being launched from each fleshy spring allowed Marion to see the"crime syndicate resemblance"to their male parent.

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and shit that the pressure and expansion detriment as much as the forcible violation. The intensity and total of the spray in her lip and pharynx was agitating her throat, making her gag and throw up to the breaker point where semen was dripping from her nose. The stream from the dragons she was manually jacking were on par with flooding gutters, coating her face and tit in a thick, sticky layer of animal cum.

The dragons all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a pool of their collected come. Her thigh were coated in line from her torn vagina and anus, her muscles felt like hot lead weights, and her self-worth had been completely crushed… and raped.

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



Marian was woken up by the flavor of penetration and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the tartar was crouched over her body, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't squirm, whimper, or shed a teardrop ; she just lied there and tried to focus on the pleasure of the rape and ignore the pain. It was all she could do to get by. On the former side of the colossus nest, the early four dragons were feasting on their ballock, but they were also competing with the flies that had been drawn to the olfaction of the elephantine embryonic pods, and the wolf that was molesting her had most likely just finished his meal. By the cave way out, the elder dragon was well-grounded asleep.

Before, being raped in her blistered anus would have caused Marian to scream in pain and cry in shame, but now, she just lied there like a dead torso at the hands of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging hurting in her rear end and was numb to the sexual injury. She had accepted her situation and welcomed the peace of thinker that came with it. This was how she would be, and quite likely, she would die very soon in the Same way. But with this peace of thinker and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing intrusion, she now had a chance to believe and form her view.

The first thing that she had rolled over in her mind was the acceptation that self-worth and self-respect could not be in this state of affairs. These creatures had taken everything from her and she had hit careen tail end, so there was no reason to cry in humiliation and revulsion. She had hit rock bottom, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that thought had returned her will to live. If she were to have any chance of surviving or escaping, she had to cut bother and shame and just lease it.



Once the dragon all finished their serving of the ballock, they turned to Marian and began another rape session, all pouncing on their crippled concubine and combat over who would get which orifice to ram. Like when she was awoken by anal sex, Marian just laid there when drive was not required and focused on the recognized sexual pleasure she was experiencing. Once the Draco blew their load and covered her in a thick white pelt of jizz, they all curled up in their flank and fell asleep. With that reprieve, she went to work. After gathering up the best marijuana cigarette in the nest she could find out and braiding the animal hair into R-2, she managed to gain a splint for her ankle. If she were to have any Bob Hope of escaping, she would take her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could incite around, and practice moving with only one usable ankle. If she had to make a ready outflow, she would need to be able to mount out of that nestle without a one stumble. As she climbed up onto one of the walls of the nest, respective stick were broken underneath her weight. The snapping sounds alerted the sleeping hatchlings, which all gave a gimcrack screech when they saw that their pet toy was trying to break away. Marian gave a scourge of anger and a scream of suffering as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her spine into the nestle and banging her injured ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a half 60 minutes before, the dragons showed no tiredness of hesitation in ganging up and raping her with especial brutality. It was as if they were the mankind and she were the animate being, and they were disciplining her for trying to pull up stakes in the like way humans would discipline a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound resolve and courage, Marian cried and screamed in bother as the beasts violated her with an furious abrasiveness that they had not shown before. By the time they were done, she was curled in a fetal post, shaking from the botheration that racked her body.

While her stomach was growling with the intensity and book as the fauna that made a hobby of molesting her, she decided it was a good idea to not labour her luck and just try to find from her torture. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a nasty lump and slowly drifted to sleep.



The first thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating vacuum in her stomach and fiery dryness in her throat. She barely had any signified of time, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at least three days. The only when understanding she had not died of thirst was because of the water her tummy had derived from all of sperm cell she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to determine something victual. Unfortunately, the nest was completely barren of any signifier of solid food, and even if she could get out of the snuggle, there was nothing on the cave floor but grimy animal ivory and the hatchlings'faeces, and even if she were do-or-die enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nuzzle. She momentarily considered trying to kill and eat one of the dragons, but not only did she not have a single chance at even being an even catch, but the payback of the other dragons would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the eggs sitting around the sleeping firedrake. The embryonic seedpod had been almost completely devoured and would probably be finished off in the future serving. They were her only source of food for thought and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to celebrate her broken ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the flying dragon. Once she reached the grouping, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of fatty hide. She gave a minor tug, and before the slab could even act an inch, the dragon that the heart and soul belonged to stir up up and pounced, snarling with anger. He knocked Marian back and pinned her down, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

Petrified with fear, Marian could do nothing but tremble as the dragon made his point before climbing off her and skulking back. Out of spitefulness, the firedrake snapped up the ooze slab and devoured it in one gulp, then settled back down and went to sleep.
"darn it,"Marian cursed.



After their nap, the dragons finished devouring the remains of their embryonic pods, taking away the last victuals substance in the cave. As common, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to debase and forge their unseasoned sinew, in the form of deep violent drive into her soundbox. Marian had two orgasms brought on by the creature gang-rape, so she tried to center on them and the intimate euphoria she experienced.

Once again lying in a consortium of fresh semen, Marian struggled to disregard her thirstiness and hungriness and fall asleep, much like the sexually-spent Draco. Unless she managed to find some form of food or water, she would waste away while the dragons would go forward to molest her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no signs of being set up to fly or pull up stakes the nest worried her ; now that they had run out of a solid food, there was a effective chance that they would flex on her.



Marian gave a suspiration of rest period from the visual sense before her as she woke up. The elder Dragon was standing over the cuddle with a slain cow hanging from his dagger-sized teeth. The hatchlings all squealed in hungriness and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the freshly meat. Marian saw a chance in the carcass as well. She was so hungry and thirsty, she would eat the heifer's raw entrails and drink its profligate. If she could just get a turning at the body, she could survive.

The dead cow was dropped into the nest and the flying lizard instantly piled on the bleeding body, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off smidgin of meat with relish. Marian crawled over on her hands and knees, but was shoved out of the way before she could even meet the cow. These dragons were the very definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the other English of the cuddle, Marian could do nothing but curse her hunger and hunger. Her throat was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink her crying and her stomach was growling with such intensity that she almost wanted to cannibalise one of her limbs.

To her surprisal, the flying lizard'appetite seemed to be respective fourth dimension greater than before. In just under a half hour, the flying dragon were able to strip the cow's systema skeletale clean of every Panthera uncia of physical body. They even snapped the clappers and drained them off the heart, something that Marian had been hoping she would be able to do once the dragons fell asleep.

Following their predictable docket, the dragons decided to exercise off the repast through exercise, their exercising being sexual ravishment. With half of her mind focused on pleasuring her proprietor, Marian focused the early half of her brain on trying to find a way to get piddle and victuals. Her thoughts were interrupted after a long time period of prison term by the surprisal that the dragons still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a half and the savage were still raping her with the Saami hurrying and major power as when they began.

transactions passed by slowly with each leaving her more washed-out than the last. Marian tried to stay fresh her movements to only the necessary minimum, hoping she could outlast her persecutor, as they were the ones truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless effort, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too tired to move, Marian lied on her breadbasket as hitch as a ragdoll, with her body being jerked by the undeterred poking of the dragons, now being forced to claim play instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hours, the tartar finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her ease, the jizz they poured down her throat managed to quench her thirst. With their militia now spent, the dragons commenced with the following footfall 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 escape, and the badgering had gone on for so longsighted that she thought they were actually going to rape her to end. She couldn't even move her legs because her vagina and anus were so offend and shoot down, the smallest shift would send bolt of crippling hurting crawling through her trunk, but the pain in her body was still to a lesser extent than her thirst and her hunger.

She could only take on that it was the one-quarter day, and save for respective gulps of flying lizard cum, she had been deprived of all liquids. somebody exposed to less would be dead from desiccation, and she knew her dried-out body was now at death's room access. If she could just feel some food or urine, she could continue on, instead of just relying of semen to quench her thirst.

Wait… that thought had just given her an idea.

Using her hand, she scraped all of the wet and dried cum off of her nude physical structure, forming a pile of white crust and thick goo on her palm. She stared at the disgusting the great unwashed, trying to beef up her resolve. The dragon sperm had no nutrient, but there was water in it and she could use it to satisfy her stomach. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to sense ignominy or disgust, Marian closed her eyes and scooped the mix in semen of the five firedrake into her rima oris. While the beasts had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen metre, she gagged and almost vomited from the preference and body of the slimy spate. Knowing that she would not survive without it, she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual pleasure, the great feeling of all the wet and dry spermatozoon landing in her stomach was incredible. The mass now residing her venter strengthened her appetite and she was hungry for more. With new strong point, she began peeling the dried come off of her defenseless body and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her will power to discount the rancid salty gustatory sensation.

Still not full, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to welter in for the fast several 24-hour interval. With each crusty handful she shoveled into her mouth, her thirstiness was more and More extinguished and she became more and more excited. Once she had eaten every chip and glob she could encounter, she laid back with her manus on her mostly-full stomach. She hadn't felt this good in this cave since her first orgasm, but while her hunger was mostly gone, she wasn't full moon and she was still very thirsty. As much as she hated herself for it, she was despairing for Sir Thomas More cum to gorge on.

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

Trying to make as little haphazardness as possible and not alarm the sleeping hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the nest. The elder dragon had just returned from defecating outside and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be prideful or dignified, Marian tried to picture out how to entice the tartar.

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

The beast that stole her virginity as well as her body looked up, now singular. Once again swallowing her superbia, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool itself. The tartar stared at her knife, remembering how soft her mouth was and how nice it felt. As he remembered violating her, the dragon's cock revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as large and hard as a shoetree log. Marian continued to joggle her knife, signaling to the elder tartar that she wanted it.

The giant flying dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect gumshoe and resting it on the edge of the draw close, right in front of Marian. As she remembered, the head of the firedrake's hammer was as vauntingly as her own skull and the musky smell was far more powerful than the venereal aroma of the younglings. This was the only way she could get something to quench her thirst, and she would hold to whore herself to do it. Taking the enterprisingness, she wrapped her blazonry around the flying dragon's straits and began running her knife in the slit on the very tip, which was as enceinte as a brand slash. The flesh was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her tongue burned, and she could barely breath the olfactory sensation that seemed to waft from the beast's phallus.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to meet the creature. Hugging the headspring of the tartar's cock and holding her breath, Marian completely buried her aspect in the dent, kissing it as if it were the face of her lover and slobbering the interior with her knife, pleasuring her dragon owner to her proficient power. When the dragon began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a beneficial job. She doubled her efforts, working hard to milk the dragon for every fall of cum. Knowing that it was about to blurt, Marian closed her eyes and opened her sassing as wide as possible, lusting for a quenching drink.

The dragon's orgasm was much bigger and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her cover from the personnel and amount. She was wrapped in a white cloak of cum and managed to swallow more than a dry pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even… lustful. She continued to thrash the slit while she rubbed the brain with her arms, eventually coaxing another coming. She felt a twisted frame of delight and atonement in the feeling of being sprayed with more semen. The dragon pulled away with his dick quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

lying in the nest, Marian scraped the dragon's cum off of her bare body and slurped it off her fingers with zestfulness. Her breadbasket was full and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At first she thought some part of her mind was just telling her to clean herself off, but this thought process was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other script and rubbing the dragon's ejaculate into her pussy.

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

There were so many things that she hated about this situation : she wished she could be given time to heal, she wished she could have some real food and piddle, she wished she could tell her phratry she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be capable to present them if she lived ), and wished she could at least sleep in something more comfortable than a bed of semen-coated sticks.

But while there were all of those trouble, she had to accept the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the warmth and taste perception of the dragons'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragon and pleasuring all at the Saami time like a whore, she was enjoying the notion of the dragons cocks being driven deep into her body so hard and fast that she could do goose egg but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the endless Roger Huntington Sessions of gang-rape brought on. At first of all she had hated it so much that she prayed for end, now she couldn't get enough violation.

Like the issue of her will to live, this acceptance gave her incredible peace of brain. At the cost of her self-respect and many consolation, this was actually making her happy. And if being violated was gratifying, then she was going to enjoy this to the full potential…

As she gained her first smile since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to budge from their nap. On cue, the elder tartar returned with a utter elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his sons a filling meal. As the dragons tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to bear on herself, working her digit between the legs as she waited for the Draco to terminate eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in spell could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the nitty-gritty from the elk skeletal system, she got on her human knee with her face against the floor of the nest. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a smile and used her deal to spread her ass cheeks and let out her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so long and so many times.

"seed on fry, I'm ready."



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

As if sensing her variety in humour and view, the Dragon seemed to switch their tactics. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming interest over parts of her dead body or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master copy, their family member, or even their equal, but they did seem to be mindful that she was a living thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

The academic term ended with Marian using her handwriting to stroke the dragon to climax with her mouth unfastened, hungrily catching the super C of sperm cell. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every drib of cum and licking up every drib that missed her lips and waiting natural language. 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 flying dragon fed on a pair of sheep, though her patience was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either urge without fucking one of the beasts. One of the dragons was close to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her manpower and human knee, Marian bravely interrupted the fauna's bloody fiesta and climbed onto his lap. The firedrake was just about to snarl up and roar at her crust, but became dumb when Marian grasped his dick, stroked it to a full erecting, and grinded her cunt against the shaft before pushing it in. The dragon instantly became very teachable as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in bliss as she drove the sensual's sexual organ into her wet cunt.

Behind her, another Dragon had finished his meal faster than expected and was eager to get a act. Marian dismounted the first dragon and got onto her helping hand and knees, letting the minute flying lizard penetrate her from buns while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the second prison term, the Draco's meal was interrupted, this fourth dimension by a gushing sexual climax. As he launched his first jet of seed, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every dip. Her eyes then rolled up into her head and she purred in arousal as she felt the dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple cat valium of cum into her organic structure. She reached back and began rubbing her pussy while the dragon tried to regain his erecting. By the clock time he was ready for turn Two, the rest of the dragons had finished eating and were ready to ravage her.

After the dragons took their situation and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference when compared to originally sessions : This time, they were more heedful with their bm and how they treated her. They became aware of her hurt articulatio talocruralis and did their intimately to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to keep their pincer from touching her. Their knife thrust, which were normally fast and powerful, were now ho-hum and gruntle, and Marian realized that the dragons were trying to head off agitating the bulla, bruise, and tears in her anus and vagina.

They didn't want to smart her, they didn't want her to be feel pain, and this was something that warmed her warmness and she was very grateful for.



Marian was resting on her stomach on the edge of the draw close, watching the dragons with a smile on her nerve. Their muscles were finally unattackable enough for them to do to a greater extent than just hump, and they were using this opportunity to finally step out of the draw close and period of play. The dragons were running on all fours around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a litter of puppies chasing each early in a playing area, though this wasn't a surprisal, as she had noticed a gradual change in their skeletal system. She could tell their many piano bones were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very flexible like their father, but she could see they were having Thomas More and more difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to lean on something to do it.

Right now, Marian was laughing with a quick smile on her face as she watched the hatchlings gambol. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing beats of the forefather Draco, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two kine, one for itself and the former for the younglings. The baby dragons quickly jumped back into the cuddle and began whining as their Father approached, begging for the slain steer. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slightest flinch from the pain in her ankle. She had tested the trauma and concluded that what she had believed to be a bring out ankle joint had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be able-bodied to put system of weights on it if she were desperate enough…

As the dragons feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the grime out from under her nails. She would sell her soul for a chance to bathe. About to get going working on her good fingers, Marian's attention was taken by the approach of one of the firedrake. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her attention to the strip of second joint muscle hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his chief and dropped the meat on her lap. The creature had just shared his solid food, giving her Thomas More than a pound of essence. While the dragon turned away to return to the independent carcass, Marian stared at the bloody strip of muscle. Slowly, a tear rolled down her face and dripped from her smiling lips.

She had never eaten something so raw and bloody before, but after resigning herself to a diet consisting entirely of seed, this was a thanksgiving. She picked up the strip and quickly displume into it like a feral creature, digging into the tough brawniness fibers while the line of descent rolled down her mentum. As she ate, tears of stand-in poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able to eat something square with so much relish ( instead of the cum that the dragon would fritter down her pharynx ) and the fact that these brute had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a monumental modification in the dragons'behavior. With the first change, they were less barbarous and emphatic. With the second change, they were very heedful with their movements and worked hard to annul 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 cocks inside her with slow but cryptical stroking. Their bm and jabbing could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their paws on her side to sustain her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their arms tightly around her and holding her while they were confidant, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how lots they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless beasts that violated her with a certain ruthlessness, but now they were being gentle and kind. She actually felt like the dragons were being aroused, and each dragon that she was intimate with gave her a moaning climax. After they each had a turn, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the Saame time, finally fulfilling her new sexual desires. Even now, she saw a significant variety in their deportment. The firedrake sodomizing her from keister had his arms wrapped around her waist, the dragon that she was riding had his hands on her chest of drawers and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exercise herself, and the three dragon that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each other to fend on their hind peg instead of putting their weight on her. She could sense their care with each jab and ejaculation.



Two 60 minutes and more than half a XII orgasms later, Marian fell back onto the floor of the nestle, hungrily licking off the layer of semen that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limb felt like lead weight from cumming over and over again. She closed her center, waiting for sleep to get along, but she was shaken by the touch sensation of the dragons all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another turn, she was sure she had drained them of every drop of semen. She opened her middle and looked around, ineffectual to believe what she was seeing. All of the flying lizard had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to sleep with her and be with her, not just bring play having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to sleep, Marian laid her head back and just stared at the cavern out ceiling, trying to swear out the event.



Marian was awoken from her restless sleep by a deafening sally of roar outside. It was the middle of the night and flashes of light illuminated the cave as thunderbolt of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as loud as the roar was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the mountainside. minuscule rivers were slithering into the cave as the rainfall poured over the entrance like a waterfall. Another crack of hell dust split the roar of the pouring rain, and while Marian wanted to cross her spike from the painful book, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The rainfall was so loud, yet the tartar didn't seem to hear a single drop curtain or deadbolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a snapping twig. Before she could even gasp, an escape design had already formed in Marian's brain. If she were to motivate quietly and softly enough, she could climb out of the cuddle and the rain outside would cut through the sound of any broken reefer. However, if she were caught, the dragons would likely be tempestuous. All the trust she had built up with them would be gone and their ire could be lethal. But on the other hand, this was probably her only chance to scat and she could not envisage a serious one happening.

At last, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to arouse the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their grip. With every breathing spell she took as wonky as a leaf in the breeze and seemingly as cheap as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the Draco, working as hard as potential not to shake the nest. She did not incommode praying, as she had lost her faith in God. Each 2d felt like an minute as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nest. She picked each power point of contact with only the most upmost nidus, putting her free weight only on the thickest spliff and where the end of the twig met, trying to break up as few possible.

As expected, there were far More tacky snaps than she wanted, and every 2d, Marian fully expected one of the Draco to awaken up and maze. She gave a suspiration of relief when she got her full body up onto the very edge of the nest. Holding her breathing place, she began the slow acclivity down the outside. This was far more difficult, as she had to mesh the nestle like a ladder and her full body weightiness was pulling down on the branches. With her all physical structure shakiness and her ankle throbbing, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. tierce invertebrate foot from the cave floor, her meat stopped as she felt the branch in her hand break free of the nest. Giving a silent scream and waving her arms, Marian fell down onto the cavern level in a painful landing while the branch gave a meretricious snap.

Lying on the primer coat and waiting for the dragons to bolt out of the draw close and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain from the jarring crack to the skull and all the scratches that peppered her back, thighs, and ass. But to her amazement, she heard nothing from the nest and the senior dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still sound asleep. With a hysterical smile, Marian slowly got to her foundation and began limping towards the cave entrance. She slowed her pace and held her breath as she passed by the elder dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entry. With tears of joy streaming down her face, Marian stepped out into the rain and let the water wash away days of grime, line, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her skin with her handwriting, trying to wash away the shame she been forced to go. The ground around her was covered in grimy oil from all the filth being scraped off her eubstance. Once she was for sure she was cleanse, she looked up and opened her backtalk, letting the large waterfall running down the cave entrance pour into her backtalk. For several minute of arc, she chugged the weewee pouring off the gem, so grateful to have fairly water to drink instead of the Dragon'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drinking, trying to wash out as much salt out of her body as possible.

Finally, she was forced to halt imbibition, and retrograde down the mass, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purge"her body of all the saltiness that had built up in her system, Marian collapsed to the land a one C feet from the cave entrance, weeping in happiness. She was finally free, she could finally leave. Her tears then stopped, as the enquiry appeared in her judgment of whether she really should allow. She had mulled over this motion back in the cuddle, but that was when she was weighing the risk of exposure of just attempting to escape, and she had never thought beyond if she should leave once she got this far. She didn't even jazz where this query had come from, but she could not intercept thinking it over. This head would not provide her judgment and her body refused to affect until she came up with a very decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these beast'sex slave. But while she had been raped more clock time than she could count and had experienced more terror, bother, and ignominy at the hands of these creature than ever in her life, she had come to enjoy the spirit of being penetrated and she loved all of the unbelievable orgasms she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her household again, but would she even be able to face them ? Would her family even accept her after all of the degrading things she had been forced ( and more than uncoerced ) to do ? And would she ever have a luck of getting married ? Would any man touch modality her after her opening had been turned into giant crater by sinful monsters ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able to get habitation safely ? These lands were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a defenseless adolescent girl who could only limp have ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a plaza that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to depart so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found unbelievable delight and enjoyment in living with these mere beasts. And after what she had felt in those firedrake'hearts… she did not get laid if she could take the air away from the feelings they felt for her… or the feelings she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and thrill breathing time and got to her feet. Looking at the cave, she took another shaky intake of air and began walking back up the versant. Regaining her calm, she entered the cave and walked past the elder dragon. Climbing into the nuzzle, Marian settled down, lying amongst the flying lizard and wrapping her arms around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but warm smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the nest alone, but the firedrake had not left. They were out in the cover of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and pounce on each early, she began to enquire if her realisation last night had just been a dreaming. She looked at her arms and breast, noting that her torso had been cleaned of all the grime and dried semen that accumulated over the days. The but way she could get clean house is if she had washed herself with water. Marian smiled as she realized that her banker's acceptance had been really ; she had escaped the dragons'nest and decided to follow back of her own free will. The creatures that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved 1. Rape and sexual assault had now become intimacy and pleasure, something that originally made her cry in pain but now made her purr in rousing and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to dread from her new family, Marian got up and stretched. With a smiling on her face, she climbed up onto the sharpness of the snuggle and began to surmount down the side. As she climbed down the exterior of the nest, the dragons stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her ankle was still sore, she stepped down onto the cave storey and approached her nest-mates. With each whole tone she took, the Draco became less and less tense, sitting with their bum wagging like unrestrained dogs. She reached the nighest flying lizard and crouched down in front of him, running her hand along the English of his brass and looking into his gold eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her lips against the figurehead of the flying lizard's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At maiden the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to Brobdingnagian difference of opinion in the size and shapes of their sass, but he quickly began to translate how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the dragon's lips ( while careful not to get cut on his razor teeth ) and the flying lizard replied by sending his foresightful forked tongue into her mouth, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the creature to a total pounding erection.

Watching Marian osculation and stroke their pal, the former dragon became fully aroused and even shivered from how excited they were. After only ten seconds, one of them got raring and crawled over, sitting down on the ground and awkwardly scooting closer and closer.

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

The flying lizard growled at being rejected but hung his straits in plethora. All of the dragons were awestruck in how the tables had turned. When they first came into the world, Marian's body was just an object that they used to release their intimate urge and exercise with their muscles, something they would rape and dishonour for their workout and entertainment. Now, they were sharing their food with her, snuggling up with her when they slept, and she was even scolding and disciplining them.

After a bit, Marian stopped kissing the first dragon and turned to the second. By tickling him under the chin, she got him to raise his foreland and flavour at her."Aw, my seraphic baby. Don't worry, I'll take care of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, Day turned into week and week turned into month, 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 tartar names so that she could improve recognize them, and the more meter she spent with them, the more than she was able to see the subtle physical remainder between each animal and secern them apart.

Every day, she would heat up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them wake up, and then secure every orifice in her eubstance with their cocks until she had a screaming sexual climax and they coated her in ejaculate. By the time they were done, the senior flying dragon would return with a slain animal that Marian would feed on with the like intensity as her flying lizard kinsperson, and after they had eaten, they would all fuck her at once with her begging them to work her harder and faster, and then fall asleep.

On days when they were more energetic than horny, the dragons would instead run around the cave and play, pouncing and wrestling with each other while Marian watched and giggled. Once her ankle had healed, she would often climb out of the nest and fall in them, while being thrifty not to get her naked body scratched and bruised on the rough cave storey and their curing scales.

During times when the flying lizard were asleep but Marian was horny, she would mount out of the nestle and pleasure the elder dragon. She would bury her font in the incision of the giant animate being's cock, using her tongue to drive the dragon natural state while she touched herself. After the elder dragon would ejaculate all over her, she would swallow as much as she could and then seethe in the puddle of seed, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the dragons, the more she noticed their ontogeny rate. When they had first hatched, the Dragon were the size of wolves with greatly disproportionately sexual organs. Now, mid summer, they were the size of adult men, with their phalluses having only grown four column inch. Marian loved this new size and loved being fucked so severe by their foot-long pecker that she thought they were going to burst her in half. They were so heavy that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new sizing and volume, the elder firedrake began playing a bigger role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entrance to hold the nest and only left to relieve himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the wood on the mountainside, teaching them to hunt for themselves and making trusted they got wad of workout. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the woodland in the search of urine. Even though the dragons were sharing their food with her, thus letting her replace semen with brute blood as her source of hydration, she wanted something to allay her thirst that wasn't midst and salty. While the dragons would search the forest, she would be crouched over the small flow nearby and drinking until she couldn't drink anymore.



It was a warm up summertime afternoon and Marian was walking through the woods, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of duncish splashing and chewing caught her attention, drawing her to a trample Bush. She pushed the bush aside and found on of the flying lizard with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open pectus of a slain elk. The firedrake looked up and began wagging his tail when he saw the grinning on her face.

"Syris ! Your first putting to death ! I'm so proud of you !"she beamed, calling the Dragon by his public figure.

The dragon wagged his tail even harder and remain tearing into the harmonium of his fair game. As Marian watched the dragon feast on his for the first time kill, a sentiment entered her creative thinker that made her looking up at the sky. Right now it was squeamish and warm, but only because it was summertime. Soon, winter would rear its frightful head 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 keep her warm or else she would suspend to last. surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the pelt, starting from the massive golf hole the Dragon had opened up in the chest. Once she pulled up a declamatory flap, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the dragon would understand her words, but she was hoping he would at least get the message. To her lot, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to continue peeling off the hide while he hate. Without any experience or creature, it was incredibly hard and her solely direction was common sense and the storey her sure-enough brother used to enjoin whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly shaped and had multiple rip, she finally managed to rend off the bloody hide, mostly intact. With a smile of superbia, she leaned down and thanked Syris with an affectionate kiss on the lips.

After taking a strip of thigh meat off of the elk and with the skin over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to bump the early dragons and see if she could get the pelts off their killing. As she walked though the woodland, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few months ago, she was the member of a grow family, working with her parents to raise and pick grapes for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a rapine dupe for cruel beasts. side by side she became a hardened survivor, willing to overspread her ramification for her captors and live solely on come to quell alive. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an animal pelt over her shoulder and chewing on a raw comic strip of core with the blood dripping off her chin and running down her full breasts. She was living in a nest with dragons, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect cocks. She had gone from being a farmer to being a zooerasty sex-addict that was living more like an creature than a human.

And this lifestyle made her truly happy.



Marian was able to bump the residue of the dragons by calling out their name calling : Isaac, Arthur, Pinot grape, Ashford, and the elder dragon, bourn. Pinot grape, Isaac, and bourn were able to watch some more elk and Marian found them in time to scavenge the pelt. She would need many more if she was to exist wintertime, but at least she had enough for more comfortable bedding.



After two week, Marian was able get more than thirty animal skin from horses, cows, elk, and even bears. Using bones and braided hair, she managed to change state five of them into a set of dress to stay fresh her more than warmly when exterior once winter came, and turned the rest into a furry burrow that she could lie in and stay perfectly easy, no issue how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the Dragon snuggled up against her to continue her warm.



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

Her bitterness thoughts were interrupted as the cave suddenly went colored. Something was blocking the sun, was it bourne ? The question was answered by six loud crashes outside and the arrival of the Draco, folding their extension as they entered the cave.

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

Over the six month since they hatched, the tartar had grown to be the size of entire and now looked so a great deal like their don. The plates, which had originally been flabby and rap, now looked like ruddy microchip and were as hard, their stubby claws and fangs were as backbreaking and sharp as daggers, and they were even Thomas More well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

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

The young dragon all lowered their heads and she gave each of them a long and passionate candy kiss on the lips, flitting her tongue between the tips 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 mouth ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her natural language in the scratch, making the firedrake shudder in pleasure. The remainder of the Dragon waited anxiously for Marian to give them permission to get across her.

After several seconds of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the rest of the giant winged lounge lizard."semen on back to the snuggle and I'll appearance you just how gallant of you I am."

She then walked back to the nest, climbed up onto the edge, and knack over with her animal hide britches around her mortise joint to show her kitty and arsehole."seminal fluid on male child, 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 animal pelts, Marian had a unvoiced sentence staying strong. Sensing her exposure to the cold, the Dragon became superfluous protective of her, even Bourne. When they left to go hunting or get workout, 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 Son warm and protected from the wintry night air.



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



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

"Chester Alan Arthur ! Bourne ! Pinot grape ! Isaac ! Ashford ! Syris !"she shouted, hoping they were in the area. When no reply came, she called out again, but her lone solution was her own echo.

Again, this was no surprise. The Dragon had purged the land of all large animals and were always traveling farther and farther in search of intellectual nourishment. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a stroll around the woods and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the nest to wait for her winged lovers.

Dozing for the quietus of the day and had a restless eternal sleep during the dark, but woke up the next daybreak to find herself still alone. She tried to assure herself that they were probably just having a hard clip finding solid food, but her mind was filled with worry. After spending the day drinking water and collecting wild plant life and crank to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a mystifying chill of concern in her heart, but she worked with every fiber in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for intellectual nourishment, Marian spent most of the night lying on her back in the empty snuggle, staring at the cavern ceiling. As the lunation reached its gamey gunpoint in the sky, an idea entered her mind. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her rood necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a memento of her quondam spirit, even though she had lost her trust in God. She couldn't call up the conclusion prison term she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a good time.

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



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

It had been a year since the Draco had hatched and it was now earn that they had left the nest for sprightliness of their own. They were no longer hatchlings ; they were now grown grownup and it was time for them to have hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would hail, but she had hoped that she would have more time or that maybe that they would take 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 dragons leaving to come out new lifespan on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could have said bye-bye to her children.



One year later :

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

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

It was grueling for her to stay focused on her task, as not a unmarried bit passed by where she didn't think about the flying dragon she had come to know and love. Ever since coming back to homo society, she had tried desperately to get the same sexual haste she had experienced metre and time again in the tartar nest. She had tried having one-night flings with the men of the town, having sex with multiple men at once, and even snuck into barns and stables on multiple occasions to pleasure the horses and Bull, but nothing gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumour of dragon that passed through the town, wondering if there was any news program of her other class. All she heard was the ho-hum expected : cows and buck being killed and women being told to go on their hair short so as not to draw attention and be taken away. It was for this cause that Marian allowed her pilus to grow as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to hang the damp sheets, she heard a noise that made her drop her basket and gasp. It was a holler, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. Several screams could be heard in the background, but the snarls of a Dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the cloudy road that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the source of the commotion. citizenry screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the distance she could see the tips of red wings.

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

Turning a box, Marian got a expert look at the creature and gasped. Even after a class of growth and change, she recognized the scale leaf formula and bone social organisation of the firedrake as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of his father, the beast was in the street, wrecking unintentional mayhem. With his hand-like paws, he was reaching out and grabbing woman from the crowds of masses that had come to see the din or had not yet fled. Snorting in annoyance over the truncation of their hair, he would overlook them and they would run away screaming. With his tail and wings, he kept at bay soldiers and Fannie Merritt Farmer, slowly inching towards him with weapons and tools.

"Pinot !"she called with a widely smiling on her face.

The dragon stared straight at her and his hindquarters and annexe hung limp. With tears of joy in her eyes, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crew of people, and came out in the loose quad to face the dragon. The scarlet colossus lowered his forefront, letting Marian hug his nose while the spectators stared in perfect disbelief.

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

The dragon then extended his forked tongue and Marian took one of the tendrils in her mouth, sucking on it the same way she used to suck his turncock. People stared in horror at the visual modality until the tartar finally retracted his tongue.

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

She then looked down and gained a coy smile. The looker-on gasped in skepticism as the Marian moved underneath the colossal dragon and began touching him in a way that caused his dick to reveal itself. Like Bourne, Pinot grape's erect stopcock was now the size of a tree log, and Marian had to use both hand to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the head word with her tongue, causing many onlookers to maledict, shrieking, and faint. For almost a mo, Pinot grape shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the headspring of his cock with her tongue. At last, the dragon had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's face and dress with to a greater extent than two gallon of seed, which she hungrily licked up. Any looker-on that hadn't already fainted did so now.

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

Without so much as a nod, the firedrake took her in her coat of arms, then with a tizzy of his wings that was so brawny that the surrounding edifice were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his home with Marian.





The End




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