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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only tardily spring in the English countryside. The Edwin Herbert Land was wax of sprightliness, for it had been five years since the end of the total darkness Plague. All across Europe, farmers who had originally been peasants under their power were now rid to take land for their own and live without being controlled. But while there was the ataraxis of low population and luxuriant farmlands bringing about new life and new generations, there was a great affright that refused to go silently in the night.

flight along the cloud was a mighty dragon, glistening as brightly as a fine-tune ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively Brigham Young, the brute had reached fully due date in both experience and force. The dragon's torso alone was the size of six knight, with the gain of his farseeing neck and after part more than tripling his overall distance. His limbs were farseeing and mightily enough to knock aside houses with a single sweep and each flank could be used as a king's pavilion. Each red weighing machine was the size of a human hired man, his golden center were as gravid as melon with inkiness slit for school-age child, and his jaws could snap up even the largest bull and then split it in one-half with mere bite-force.

The firedrake's form could be considered a combination of respective unlike animate being'characteristic. As expected, its skeleton was much like early lizards ( iguana and Komodo dragons ) though it also had a enceinte limb-to-body distance ratio, much like a canine. Its most striking skeletal feature film was the human-like device characteristic, allowing for very large flexibility and the ability to rent very specific affectation if it desired.

John L. H. Down below, a wine maker basked in the early-afternoon warmth. Walking among the aisles of grapevine was the farmer's girl, humming in relaxed joy with a full phase of the moon basket hanging from her arm. Her name was Marian and she was the pride of her family unit, a young adult female with recollective blonde hair and a beauty that was equaled only by the greatest duomo. She was eighteen class old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her mind was the expression of the blacksmith's son she had met the premature year when her kinsperson went to the nearby Village to sell their wine-coloured. She hoped that he would be the one to take on her as his bride and that the grapes in her field goal would become the wine that they would imbibe on their wedding day.

As she approached her fellowship's farmhouse, her illusion were cut short as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped phantasm. She looked up and all the people of colour was drained from her aspect and the breath from her lungs. The flying lizard had spotted her with eyes keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her pilus would hit thoroughgoing facing for the creature's cuddle. Marian was able to release a bingle terrified scream as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized finger around her waistline, tearing her apparel with his colossal talons but not causing her any injury. For the second time, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the firedrake pulled back up into the air, making her consistence feel like its weight unit had been multiplied.

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

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing height, Marian pushed and pulled on the firedrake's mesomorphic fingerbreadth, trying to relieve herself. Annoyed at his quarry's attempts to get away, the snarling dragon reached down with its long neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few substructure from her fountainhead. Marian's soundbox went set in alone little terror as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized teeth and smelled the aroma of blood on its breath. With bust streaming down her fount, she clutched the crucifix hanging from her neck and began to pray, begging God for some bit of protection against the beast that now held her.



Marian hit the basis with painful strength, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from terror. Hoping she had just woken up from a terrible aspiration, Marian scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. She was lying in a wide cave, large enough for the dragon to propel around in. Due to the size and the lack of any grease in the ground or walls, Marian figured that the cave resided in the side of a batch. The creature itself was blocking the release, staring at her.

In front man of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five ball that were the size of it of her family's wine barrels. Unlike bird or lizard eggs, the nut of the tartar were made of material body and riddled with pulsing veins, as if the orchis had their own hearts. The womb-like eggs of the firedrake served a unique purpose, allowing them to be laid by the female person at a much smaller and more achievable sizing, then growing with the younglings within until they were large and strong enough to break free and survive outside.

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

Marian turned around, whimpering in fear as the dragon blocking the exit moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like paws, the dragon knocked her off her feet and pinned her down, as easily as if she had been a vane of grass. Crying in fright, she begged for mercy, both from God and the dragon as the powerful creature reached towards her straits with his other paw and one of its long hook extended. She doubled her effort as the sword-like talon hung just a few inches above her face, but released a sigh of substitute as it moved above her head. She became as still as a statue as she felt the dragon's nipper cut off her fuzz and binge through the Harlan F. Stone soil as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The dragon then picked up the long whorl of blonde hair that Marian had vainly spent hours brushing back habitation and used it to line his draw close. With the beast having released her and moved over to the draw close, she knew that she had one luck to get away. Scrambling to her groundwork, she desperately sprinted to the cave entrance. With a tangle of annoyance but little overall effort, the dragon reached out with his tooshie and knocked her back to the ground. Marian cried in frustration as the dragon crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her back. The creature hadn't just taken her for her pilus ; he was athirst as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercy as the dragon reached down and sniffed her dress while wetting his penetrative fangs with his long separate tongue. Every deep inhale through his nostrils felt unassailable enough to lift her off the ground. Without a doubt, there was nothing she could do to defy the creature ; it was far too powerful for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in fear as the tartar clamped his lips around a flap of her wearing apparel and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the action mechanism, tearing off her undergarment. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the frigid ground underneath this powerful beast. She couldn't even describe how lost and violated she felt when the dragon's scaly mouth and nose pushed against her individual areas while it ripped away her dress. She was completely exposed with the feeling of cold stone against her back and keister and the dragon's hot wet intimation against her breast, venter, and thigh. The only thing still on her body was her crucifix necklace, but she didn't even have the courage to grasp it.

Marian shivered and gave a tearful whine as the dragon ran the two long tendrils of its forked tongue up her flat stomach and between her troll breasts. The glossa against her peel felt like a mix of a goliath poke and a boggy strip of undercooked beef crawling up her dead body. The helpless young fair sex again began to beg. Now that the firedrake had tasted her, he would most likely commence to eat her. Any arcsecond now, she would call in pain as the dragon's razor-sharp teeth or pincer would pull through her like a tongue through one of her farm's grapes. But instead, she just felt the dragon's tongue again lick her stomach and breasts.

In her skin and her fear-induced perspiration, the dragon could smack something delectable. After years of living on a vinery and basically being raised on wine, the taste of fermented grape juice was basically wafting from her stomate, and the dragon found it absolutely toothsome. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, unable to stop the dragon from licking her organic structure. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her manus licked by stock in the small town near her home. But this, her navel point and breast were being lathered by the Draco's tongue and there was nothing she could do to lay off the molestation.

She shook her head from incline to side in fear and disgust as the dragon wrapped the tendrils of his branch glossa around her soft neck opening, but it was too late, the beast had already caught the flavour and taste of wine-colored on her breathing space. Before she could react, the dragon forced one of his lingua tendrils into her mouth. Marian tried to call, but the dragon's tongue had completely filled her mouth with its saliva running down her throat. The tendril of his bifurcate spit was the size of it of a child's arm and the Dragon was forcing it deeper and deeper into her oral fissure as it savored the gustatory modality and odour of wine on her breath.

Marian's eyes rolled back into her head and her whole body convulsed as the end of the dragon's glossa was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the back of her throat. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the other tendril continued to lick her consistence, slathering her full moon breasts and rubbing her breadbasket. Finally, the dragon pulled its tongue barren. Marian lay limp with her eyes still rolled up into her head and her rima oris hanging open, with the dragon's saliva and her own dripping off his knife and pelting her back talk. The flying dragon had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so yummy as much as it was… arousing.

The odor that the Dragon had caught was the hormones of Marian's adolescent physical structure. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her body was reacting to the touching and was energizing her internal secretion. The firedrake was sensing these hormones and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the mouthful of vino in her body, but for the insatiable sexual desire building up in within him. The dragon reached down, bringing his clapper to the place that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the lips of her completely untouched bitch with his sopping wet knife, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and holler 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 tongue tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to enter her. Desperate to annul the horrible fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the flying dragon's tongue, desperately trying to push it back. The firedrake growled at her attempt rejection and pressed on her body with his paw, completely pinning her down and leaving her ineffective to move.

cry in fear and abasement, she once again began praying to God for auspices and begging the dragon for mercifulness. The dragon pressed harder against her slit and the tip of his lingua managed to disseminate the lips. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her supplicant. Her screaming continued to increase in volume as he forced his tongue farther and farther into her virgin body. The Brigham Young dupe couldn't believe the weft sensation coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would separate her in one-half like a axe chopping a piece of firewood.

The glossa stopped and Marian fell silent as she felt it turn over some sort of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more panic-struck than ever before in this horrible ordeal. Gasping for air and outcry, Marian looked up at the dragon."Please catch, please don't violation me. In the name of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to retain one iota of her dignity.

Her Word of God meant zip to the firedrake, and without any pity, he rammed his tongue tendril all the way into her slit, rupturing her virginal membrane without any endeavour and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in suffering. Upon tasting her lineage, the firedrake became more mad. Flexing his natural language within her smashed consistency, the Draco moved back and forth to enjoy the taste of her internal secretion and ancestry. Sobbing in nuisance and abasement, Marian could do cypher to lay off the dragon as he raped her with little more than a single tendril of his forked tongue.

With her torso jerking with each barbarous push of the dragon's tongue, she looked down, having spotted something in the recession of her eye. She became completely petrified when she realized it was the flying lizard's phallus, fully extended and erect. Until now, it had been mostly held within the flying dragon's trunk like a dog or horse, but he was now so conjure that it was reaching out and visible. Only now did Marian realize that the dragon truly was a male, and now her terror had reached new heights.

Afraid of the tartar's log-sized phallus and still in botheration from the wolf's lingua brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't break off herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to silence her shrill cries of desperation and sample more of the wine on her breath, the flying dragon forced his other natural language tendril into her mouthpiece. With the dragon's natural language being forced into her pussy and throat at the like time, Marian could do nil by silently pray as binge of pain and mortification ran down her face.

After a few min, the dragon pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of tastes. Before Marian could even catch her breath, the dragon forced his spit tendrils back into her trunk, but switched. With Marian's saliva being mixed with the tartar's in her pussy as he rammed her and the taste of her juices being forced in her lip, the young woman was filled with disgust and loathing, even towards herself.

With each second passing at a charge per unit resembling an hour, Marian wasn't sure how long it was before the firedrake tongue was finally pulled out of her consistence. Even with the skin around her eyes burning from the salinity of so many tears, she cried with relief, believing her torment to be over. Her jaw was aching from the Dragon's glossa filling her mouth, her throat felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her slit was stretched wide from uninterrupted encroachment, not to mention bloody and swollen from the beastly deflowering.

Her eyes widened in confusion as the dragon flipped her over onto her knees and human elbow. After sampling the girl's internal secretion, the dragon was so aroused that he could barely command himself. He hadn't been this energized since sexual union season, when he met the mother of his unborn younglings. The firedrake wanted to continue sampling the body before him, regardless of the specie or method. Marian shivered in reverence and disgust as she felt the dragon's hot wet hint fan her lift end inner thighs.

"Please intercept, delight don't !"she begged as she felt one of the flying lizard's spit tendrils military press against her battered pussycat and the other against her anus.

With more speciality in his natural language than in Marian's unscathed consistency, the dragon rammed the two tendrils into his victim. She released a blood-curdling shriek of pain from her asshole and slit getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in elbow room that her worst incubus couldn't have replicated. Never in her life history had she felt so very much nuisance, so much humiliation, and so much helplessness in her life history.

As the dragon began moving both halves of his lingua in and out of her body, Marian's painful thigh-slapper continued on, increasing in loudness as the dragon's drive increased in speed and brutality. The tendrils in her body were so turgid and powerful, Marion felt like her body was going to be completely ripped in one-half, as if the Draco would give one right drive and her anus or vagina would be torn clear and she would bleed out. The impression of her vagina being stretched to its upper limit made her privation to circulate her legs in an endeavor to fall the pain and the opinion of her bunghole 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 free and escape valve, now she actually wished for death. After being violated and used in every way possible by an animate being, she couldn't imagine ever being capable to overcome the pain in the ass and chagrin. If she were to somehow escape, she didn't know how she could possibly face her family line, face a possible husband, and face herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to delight it. Looking past the bother, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing violation of her consistency and soul… she could also finger undulation of pleasure being forced through her ache figure. While her entire pelvic realm was almost crying out for alleviation and mercy, Marian could not stop over herself from pushing back against the creature's tongue.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and Forth against the dragon's tongue tendrils, crying in shame from the use she was experiencing, even at the monetary value of her self-regard and the pain threatening to rip her in half like a rip fruit. She continued pushing against the dragon's natural language, beginning to savor the powerful shoves against every sensitive place in her twat and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and forth in her anus. Her delight was only increased as the dragon began working the two tendrils in good turn, thrusting one into her cunt and pulling out while driving the other into her asshole, and her prick of pain and anguish were replaced by tearful groan of shameful euphory. The hot wet tongue inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to touch herself.

Suddenly, Marian's whole man was turned upside down as earthshaking undulation of heat and joy coursed through every fiber of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her liveliness as the dragon's tongue seemed to satisfy her puss and motherfucker with more pressure level than she thought potential. 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 wetter than the creature's salivating clapper. Marian collapsed to the flat coat, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the realization that this kidnapping ogre had just given her the low orgasm of her life-time, something she had only heard the women of the Greenwich Village near her nursing home gossip about.

Once again, the firedrake flipped her over, rolling her onto her cover. Still panting like a dog in the midday passion, Marian looked up and her eyes widened in awe. The dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like the giant main crossbeam of a theatre. There was absolutely no way on God's unripe earth that the Dragon would be able to put that thing in her, not without finally ripping her open air like a gutted fish and killing her. The dragon knew of this impossibility as well and he wasn't about to sacrifice the life of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to bear on appeasing his sexual desires, the dragon lowered his shaft down onto her soundbox, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in pity and disgust as the giant phallus pressed down on her like a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, pinning her to the ground. Never before had she even got a good look at an sensual's ( or human being's ) sexual Hammond organ, let alone touched one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as bombastic as her whole body. She could experience the flying lizard's heartbeats through the long venous blood vessel pulsing against her bare trunk, the musky feeling that seemed to sink in the appendage was making her dizzy, the weight was so intense that she felt like her bones were going to be crushed, and the tartar's material body was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The dragon's sexual organ was grinding against her helpless naked dead body, rubbing against every exposed inch of skin on her formerly virgin shape. Her only resistance came in the kind of her keeping her middle and mouth screwed shut as the head of the Draco's dick prodded her face, literally the size of her own head. As he prodded her font again and again, Marian tried to neglect the salty, musky feeling and the stickiness and incredible heating system of the form against her skin.

With a growl of irritation, the dragon pressed his hands against her sides, forcing her to wrap her arms around his phallus. He wanted more contact. Afraid of what the dragon would do to her if she resisted, Marian held on tightly, but the Draco was not content. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her peg around the monolithic diaphysis as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential flood, clinging to a Tree for dear life.

The dragon began thrusting forward, rubbing his cock against Marian's frail soundbox with deep powerful shoves. Her whole soundbox was shaking with each tremor that passed through the powerful muscles in the animal's organ. While she cried in shame and disgust of the head of the dragon's cock rubbing against her unruffled buttock, she could not ignore her feelings of stimulation and the passion building between her legs as the puppet's cock rubbed up against the swollen lips of her pussy.

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

With yet another layer of tears coating her side, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her spit. The dragon pressed the very tip of the head of his cock against her tongue, and the young sex slave had to fight the itch to vomit from revulsion of the act and the nauseating saltiness and stickiness of the hot flesh. The musty discernment was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to take her biography so that she wouldn't have to continue such a degrading sexual act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his thrusts, grinding his throbbing stopcock against her diminutive trunk while Marian tearfully licked the elephantine head teacher with her pocket-sized tongue, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new man doxy. As she worked her tongue in the puss of the head and slathered the surrounding pelt, the firedrake trembled and grunted from the easy wetness against his most sensitive area. Her mouth and tongue felt so honest, the dragon actually wished for a smaller phallus so that he could at to the lowest degree put the completely head in her mouth.

Finally, the firedrake looked up and groaned with his totally body shaking. Just as Marian lowered her head and looked at the firedrake in confusion, a torrent of seminal fluid erupted from the promontory of his putz. The Wave of whiteness slime covered her face and short pilus, filled up her mouth, and poured down her pharynx. With Marian gagging on the cum, the dragon raised his torso, spraying her entire body.

Rolling on her incline in a pool of dragon sperm, Marian coughed up almost a dry pint of come, vomiting in revulsion. More traumatized and disgusted than every before in her animation, she curled up in a fetal emplacement with her headway in her hands and released her cheap scream of the day, with her weeping mixing with the semen that coated her face. Not only was it disgusting, but far red-hot than she could have imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually burn her skin, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

The tartar stepped back and stretched, sword lily to have experienced such a wonderful orgasm. But now he had lost his interest in this young girl. True, he had discovered something to savor later in his life-time, 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 try useful to the younglings when they hatched. It would sure serve them feel partners if they had some coupling practice.

The dragon carefully grasped her ankle joint with his jaws, picking her up and holding her top down. Marian instantly screamed in terror and begged for mercy, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the flying dragon to liberate her or end her life sentence quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she need to ache the agony of being ripped to smidgeon and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to free herself of the dragon jaws, the creature had to tighten his hold, inadvertently crushing her ankle with his lips. Screaming in pain from her trauma, Marian was carried over to the flying lizard's nest and dropped in, landing on the position opposite of the monster build eggs. Marian looked down at her break out ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't rape her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be able to escape.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a dewy-eyed sprain, Marian gently squeezed her mortise joint to gauge the pain. The wave of excruciation that instantly surged through her trunk integrate with the aching pain of contusion and teardrop in her vagina and anus and her overall enervation, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't employment up any tears, for her center were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a foetal position in the niche of the cuddle, slowly pealing off the blockheaded layer of dried semen that coated her naked body. Her side was covered in red welts from sleeping on the outgrowth of the draw close, though the she had tried to gather as much animal hair in the nest as possible to try and spend a penny some sort of mattress. Between the nestle and the cave entrance was the dragon, sleeping soundly after his vast coming and alimentation on livestock afterwards.

As Marian pulled a hanker strip of dried semen off her redress bosom, a tearing sound cut through the air, terrifying the traumatise girl and waking the dragon. Marian slowly rolled over and watched in holy terror as the orchis began to rock and tremble violently, with one of them already having a large 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 eggs as the hatchlings inside clawed their way out. At last, the five hatchlings burst out of the testis and all released a shriek of confusion and excitement.

Marian shuddered in repugnance at the newborn baby monsters clawing their way out of their elephantine eggs. They were each the size of ferocious Friedrich August Wolf, but had different dead body material body than the parent. Like the elder dragon, the hatchlings all had long branch with mechanical man systema skeletale and great flexibility. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very fiddling torso fat or muscular tissue, making them very scrawny. In a way, their trunk and limbs were actually more humanoid than draconic, though as they got older, they would most probably mass up and turn a loss some of their flexibility, like the bones of a growing child fusing together with age.

Unlike their father, their exfoliation were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with tough and more deeply colored shards in the future. beingness so young, their firedrake talons were little more than that stubby nipper and their baby teeth were the size of it of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely madly and in all probability hungry.

To her respite, the tartar paid no attention to Marian and instead turned their attention to the egg that they had just crawled out of. As the patent dragon equivalence to the nursing-mother ability of mammals, the hatchlings began tearing into their sometime embryonic homes, ripping them to shred with their small teeth and gorging on the flesh with zest. As they ate and proved their carnivorous instinct, the parent dragon that had raped Marian stood over them with a majestic glimmer in his eye.

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

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

The five firedrake were all well endowed with a honest eight inch in length and impressive thickness, and all were fully set up. Understanding what his younglings were thinking, the parent dragon reached out with one of his hand-like paws, grabbed Marian, and flipped her over. hang over the edge of the nest with the parent Dragon 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 empathise his body.

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

"Please don't rape me !"she begged as she felt the dragon come up her pussy with the head of his cock.

She attempted to give another plea but was cut off as the hatchling forced his cock all the way into her in a single brutal force, making her thigh-slapper in excruciating pain and humiliation. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent flying dragon's natural language, grinded with his organ, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely unlike. Now, an animal was forcing his erect putz into her body, and doing so with very nimble and mighty thrusts.

The dragon began pummeling her bit, literally hammering her with speeding that she never thought possible. With this fastness and strength, he was capable to fill every corner of her pussy with his throbbing cock and private road so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to throw up. The uninterrupted barrage of penetrating driving force turned her scream of pain into a repeating beat of gagging moans.

The dragon was humping her with a ferocity that was a combination of faceless, brutal, and inhumanly cruel, but without any acknowledgment of rightfield or wrongfulness or that the object he was raping was even a inhabit thing. All the while, the rest of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each other over who would get the side by side turn to try out their new bodies.

After ten minutes, the Whitney Young hatchling released a loud tangle as he experienced his number 1 orgasm, launching thick streams of come into his slave. It took humans to a greater extent than a decade for their genital organ to mature to this floor of evolution, but these creatures were born with fully-functioning testicles. Marian squealed from how hot the sperm was in her body and oozing down her leg, but instantly burst into tear at the revulsion she felt from this animal's seed flooding her womanhood and dripping down her thighs. This creature had just ejaculated in her body as if she were a common prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the panting Draco pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its comrade. The instant hatchling wasted no meter crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her bruised snatch. This time, Marian did not scream in pain or try to pull away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her consistence was rocked back and Forth by the creature's push. With the family sex toy now docile, the elder dragon released his paw while his son violated the jejune girlfriend.

This sentence was different than the number one rape, as disgusted as Marian was, the sentiency she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As a great deal as she hated the creature, the violation, the bother, the chagrin, and herself, she couldn't help but rent some slight enjoyment in the dragon's thrusts. The hurt lips and interior bulwark of her scratch were quivering which each penetration of the dragon's cock and her soundbox was gaining a very pleasant passion. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how much she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the first, the minute hatchling snarled as it had a huge orgasm, spraying burden after freight of hot jizz into her body until she was completely overflowing. The dragon slid his slime-coated penis out of her and crawled back, while the 3rd tartar pounced. After watching his two comrade have so much fun, the third Draco was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being capable to use his hands or even smell, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his shaft into Marian's arse. The young woman yelped in infliction, but the yelp was amalgamate with more surprisal than disgrace or disgust. The tartar grunted from the denseness of her prick, but after a few practice thrusts, he was hammering away at her sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill moan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasance in the violation, but it was much less focused due to sensitivity and more of a confusing and unspeakable whizz. Regardless, the physical pleasure moving from her lower berth trunk was very powerful and even painful. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the exterior of the nest to underneath her body and began rubbing her cum-soaked slit. As the dragon picked up fastness, so did the strokes of her fingers, and in turn, the book of her moan.

Marian's organic structure began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the warmth in her lower physical structure turn into very familiar heating. Finally, she and the dragon had coincident orgasms, something that would normally belong in a good making love level. As the dragon poured jet after jet of his semen into her anus, a mixture of her own juice and the ejaculate of the dragon's kin poured from her pussy. The giant winged lizard gave a loud snarl and the distraught Brassica napus victim gave a shrill moan.

The firedrake dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a sawbuck and Marian fell back into the nest, panting and limp from enervation. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the last two dragons were too impatient to moot letting either one get the side by side turn. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the Lapp time.

The quaternary dragon managed to perforate her cunt, basically marking that area of her soundbox as his territory against her 5th comrade. This movement barely detoured his brother, as the fifth part tartar had already found another opening to use to satisfy his sexual desires : her mouth. With Marian still panting from the tenor of getting raped and sodomized, concern of suffocation entered her judgment when the twenty percent tartar forced his prick into her mouth. With instinct that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the dragon humped her face, forcing its erect putz in her mouth and hammering the back of her throat.

With the dragon's humanness in her mouth, one of Marian's live on few smidge of dignity was crushed by shame and disgust. But while a few new tears of misery fell from her eye, she found some amusement in the fact that the size, shape, warmth, and musky smell of the brute's cock reminded her of eating roasted sausages, something she was treated to when her family visited the proprietor of nearby pig farm.

The last two dragons had much less self-discipline and both ejaculated at the Sami fourth dimension, stuffing Marian's slender body with semen at both ends. Even though she had experienced it before and was expecting it, Marian gagged and choked in disgust on the semen filling her mouth and being pumped down her pharynx, then desperately jerked her head to the side so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his crook, the first tartar decided he wanted another round. While his tail, fender, and back spikes made it awkward, he laid down and pull in Marian on top of him, who was as limp as a ragdoll and still spitting out the semen of the Dragon's brother. Acting far more like a human than a dragon, the creature pushed his red erection back up into his sex slave. Marian gave a lowly whine from the cruel incursion, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the tool would dig his nipper into her flesh, Marian obeyed the pushing and pull of his arms and his paw on her coxa, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard hawkshaw. A new undulation of shame filled Marian as she felt the burn of travail in her thighs with each rise and descent. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the firedrake used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in effort to please them, working her own consistence and muscles as the fauna raped her, though she had to bounce on the monster's cock with just the tycoon in her thighs, as her wounded ankle would not let her properly crouch.

The second Draco that had raped her mounted her from behind without disinclination, pushing his organ into her spite prick and making her yelping in botheration from being double-penetrated by the two beasts. As the indorsement dragon began jabbing into her anus in a stabilize but cruel rhythm, Marian was unable to bear on bouncing on the inaugural dragon's cock. She gave a sigh of relief from the Dragon showing no aggravator towards her lack of apparent motion and the probability to lie her burning thighs, but this succor was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind ramification, the third dragon pounced on her articulatio humeri, hefting his bounding rooster in front end of her look. Realizing that she could dip no lower, Marian opened her rim and took the dragon's phallus in her backtalk. Her head began bobbing back and Forth River as she used her clapper and cheeks to orally pleasure her inhuman captor. After only a minute of the beasts molesting her three orifices in tandem, Marion released a flash cry of annoyance. Her right and left arms each had parallel bleeding cabbage, given to her by the fourth and twenty percent dragons. They were definitely the rowdiest of the bedding material and they had just harmed her to vocalize their restlessness of being left out while the other three all got to dishonour her at once.

Marian didn't have any other holes in her body to let them release their energy into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would attack again. Trying to fight the jarring jab of the dragon ramming her asshole, Marion leaned her frontal bone against the lower-stomach of the one-third tartar and used only jerks of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the position of the first dragon's torso with her knee joint, allowing her to experience some likeness of balance.

With her weapon freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her fingers around the throbbing erections of the fourth and fifth dragons. Hoping this would satisfy them, she began stroking them with all the focus and strength she could rally in her shock mind and aching consistence. The flying dragon calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the shafts of their turncock, squeezing and working the exterior tegument as she appeased their intimate desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her branch wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the fourthly and fifth dragons mimicked the third, standing up awkwardly on their hand pegleg, while resting their presence leg on her shoulder joint to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more pity to finger, Marian's typeface stung from the saltiness of fresh tears as she looked back at her life and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the well-chosen daughter of a proud farmer, a member of a phratry blessed with a grape farm for delicious wine, a youthful woman with beauty obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get married and set about a kin of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five unholy behemoth at the same metre, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was nothing Thomas More than a sex slave belonging to mere wildcat, caked in their semen and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison house of leathery annexe and scurfy book binding from the tartar all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one dragon penis resting still in her pine slit, one being forced up into her asshole with the same rhythm of falling pelting, she was bobbing her head back and Forth River as she orally pleasured the third like a godless sporting lady, and she was using her hands to stroke the fourth and fifth with their erect cocks just column inch 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 pleasance. Before, it had been a shameful itch that was in the dark of her painful sensation and abasement. But now, for the world-class clip, she was enjoying the colza more than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not delight the penetrating feeling, the masculine arousal she felt in the Draco as they worked their phalluses in her body, the heat radiating from these tools of molestation that were probing her orifice, the taste and smell of the third gear dragon that she was sucking off, and just the feel of the muscled organs she was massaging in her hands.

As she thought more and more about her unwilling enjoyment, her soundbox was beginning to overheat in intimate euphoria. With the tertiary Dragon's cock filling her mouth, Marian gave a strangle scream as she experienced her one-third climax, brought on by the five creatures raping her at the same time. As the heating of the sexual climax slowly slipped away from her trembling soundbox over the course of a few moment, she was once again filled with moving ridge of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her bout of self-pity by agonizing pain shooting up her ankle, caused by the first and back Draco pulling out of her to switch stead. While they took their new military position and each pushed their cocks into her now-bleeding twat and asshole, the fifth part dragon growled in aggravation. As bang-up as Marian was at pleasuring him with her right hand, it wanted more. Desperate to keep the wight felicitous and non-violent, Marian took the tierce dragon's penis out of her mouth and began stroking it with her redress hand. She turned to the fifth part tartar and opened her lip, signaling to the fauna that it was his bend. Following the signal, the fauna put the capitulum of his peter between her mouth and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to keep open him satisfied.

After a minute of blowing the twenty percent dragon, the fourth to her left growled, telling her that it now wanted a turn. Taking the fifth dragon's tool out of her mouthpiece, she once again began stroking it with her right field manus while she stroked the third with her left. With the third and fifth dragons occupied, she turned her head and began sucking on the fourth, now accustomed and experienced in blowing her captor. After two minutes, another dragon growled. This time it was the 3rd and he was telling her that he missed the effeminateness of her mouth. Marian switched her forget hand to the genus Phallus of the fourth firedrake and once again began deep-throating the third.

From this period, prison term seemed to go on in an ageless cringle. Marian wasn't sure enough how long she was being molested, but the dragons only stopped to change side so that she could pleasure each of them in every way potential. With each second that passed, her eubstance was getting more than and more play out and her level of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her sassing being wrapped around firedrake shafts, her arms were on fervidness from the continuous effort, and she could feel blood streaming down her inside second joint from her ravish vagina and anus.

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

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and SOB that the atmospheric pressure and elaboration hurt as much as the physical intrusion. The intensity and sum of the spray in her mouth and throat was agitating her pharynx, making her gag and throw up to the point where semen was dripping from her olfactory organ. The watercourse from the Dragon she was manually jacking were on par with flooding sewer, coating her face and tit in a thick, gluey level of animal cum.

The flying dragon all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected semen. Her thigh were coated in ancestry from her shoot vagina and anus, her muscular tissue felt like hot lead weight unit, and her self-regard had been completely crushed… and raped.

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



Marian was woken up by the feeling of insight and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the dragons was crouched over her dead body, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't squirm, whimper, or shed a snag ; she just lied there and tried to focus on the pleasance of the violation and ignore the pain. It was all she could do to grapple. On the other side of the whale nest, the early four dragons were feasting on their egg, but they were also competing with the flies that had been drawn to the flavour of the giant embryonic pod, and the creature that was molesting her had most likely just finished his meal. By the cave exit, the elder dragon was sound asleep.

Before, being raped in her scald anus would consume caused Marian to yell in botheration and cry in shame, but now, she just lied there like a dead eubstance at the hands of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging pain in her can end and was numb to the sexual injury. She had accepted her state of affairs and welcomed the peace of thinker that came with it. This was how she would live, and quite belike, she would die very soon in the same way. But with this peace of head and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing assault, she now had a prospect to think and organize her mentation.

The first thing that she had rolled over in her brain was the sufferance that dignity and self-respect could not exist in this office. These creature had taken everything from her and she had hit rock music bottom, so there was no intellect to cry in chagrin and horror. She had hit rock ass, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that opinion had returned her will to live. If she were to have any hazard of surviving or escaping, she had to ignore botheration and shame and just take it.



Once the dragons all finished their service of the eggs, they turned to Marian and began another rape session, all pouncing on their crippled doxy and fighting over who would get which porta to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when movement was not required and focused on the accepted sexual pleasure she was experiencing. Once the dragon blew their payload and covered her in a stocky white hide of jizz, they all curled up in their wings and fell asleep. With that suspension, she went to turn. After gathering up the best peg in the nest she could recover and braiding the animal haircloth into circle, she managed to take a splint for her ankle joint. If she were to have any promise of escaping, she would involve her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could actuate around, and praxis moving with only one functional articulatio talocruralis. If she had to prepare a quickly escape, she would need to be capable to climb out of that nest without a single lurch. As she climbed up onto one of the walls of the nuzzle, several stick were develop underneath her free weight. The snapping audio alerted the sleeping hatchlings, which all gave a loud screech when they saw that their ducky toy was trying to turn tail. Marian gave a scourge of anger and a scream of suffering as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her back into the nestle and banging her offend ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a half hour before, the dragons showed no tiredness of hesitation in ganging up and raping her with olympian brutality. It was as if they were the world and she were the fauna, and they were disciplining her for trying to leave in the same way homo would correct a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound resoluteness and bravery, Marian cried and screamed in pain as the wildcat violated her with an angry rigor that they had not shown before. By the time they were done, she was curled in a fetal position, shaking from the pain that racked her body.

While her stomach was growling with the loudness and volume as the beasts that made a Falco subbuteo of molesting her, she decided it was a well idea to not advertise her portion and just try to reclaim from her torture. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a close nut and slowly drifted to sleep.



The first thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her stomach and fiery dispassionateness in her pharynx. She barely had any sense of time, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at least three twenty-four hour period. The simply reason she had not died of hungriness was because of the water her tum had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to rule something eatable. Unfortunately, the nest was completely barren of any pattern of food, and even if she could get out of the nuzzle, there was nothing on the cave trading floor but grimy fleshly bones and the hatchlings'feces, and even if she were heroic enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the nest. She momentarily considered trying to kill and eat one of the dragons, but not only did she not induce a single chance at even being an even match, but the vengeance of the other dragons would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the eggs sitting around the sleeping Dragon. The embryonic pods had been almost completely devoured and would probably be finished off in the next serving. They were her only source of intellectual nourishment and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to hold open her broken ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the dragons. Once she reached the group, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of butterball hide. She gave a humble tug, and before the slab could even move an in, the dragon that the kernel belonged to stir up up and pounced, snarling with wrath. He knocked Marian back and pinned her down, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

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



After their nap, the dragons finished devouring the cadaver of their embryonic pods, taking away the last edible substance in the cave. As common, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to stretch out and cultivate their young muscles, in the contour of deep violent poking into her body. Marian had two orgasm brought on by the animal gang-rape, so she tried to focus on them and the sexual euphory she experienced.

Once again lying in a consortium of fresh seed, Marian struggled to ignore her hunger and thirst and gloam asleep, much like the sexually-spent dragons. Unless she managed to discover some form of food or H2O, she would waste away while the dragon would stay on to molest her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no signs of being ready to fly or will the nest worried her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a good chance that they would wrick on her.



Marian gave a suspiration of sculptural relief from the sight before her as she woke up. The elder dragon was standing over the nest with a slain cow hanging from his dagger-sized teeth. The hatchlings all squealed in hunger and began jumping up and down, trying to get at the fresh centre. Marian saw a chance in the carcass as well. She was so thirsty and thirsty, she would eat the heifer's raw entrails and drink its origin. If she could just get a bend at the body, she could survive.

The dead cow was dropped into the snuggle and the firedrake instantly piled on the haemorrhage dead body, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off shreds of meat with zestfulness. Marian crawled over on her hands and genu, but was shoved out of the way before she could even extend to the cow. These dragons were the very definition of selfish and territorial reserve. Forced back to the other side of the nest, Marian could do cipher but curse her thirst and hunger. Her throat was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink her tears and her stomach was growling with such vividness that she almost wanted to cannibalise one of her limbs.

To her surprisal, the Dragon'appetence seemed to be several clock time greater than before. In just under a half hour, the dragons were able to loot the cow's skeleton clean of every ounce of shape. They even snapped the bone and drained them off the bone marrow, something that Marian had been hoping she would be capable to do once the dragons fell asleep.

Following their predictable schedule, the flying dragon decided to operate off the meal through exercise, their exercise being sexual assault. With half of her mind focused on pleasuring her owners, Marian focused the early half of her brain on trying to find a way to get water and nourishment. Her thoughts were interrupted after a farseeing menstruation of time by the surprise that the Dragon still weren't done with her. It had been an time of day and a one-half and the beasts were still raping her with the Lapp speed and power as when they began.

minute of arc passed by slowly with each leaving her more worn out than the stopping point. Marian tried to prevent her motility to only the necessity minimum, hoping she could outlast her tormenters, as they were the ones truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless attempt, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too tired to impress, Marian lied on her venter as hitch as a ragdoll, with her body being jerked by the undeterred drive of the dragons, now being forced to need turns instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hours, the flying dragon finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her relief, the jizz they poured down her pharynx managed to quench her thirst. With their reserve now spent, the dragons commenced with the next measure of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to recover. The flying dragon had not been that brutal since she tried to get off, and the torment had gone on for so long that she thought they were actually going to violate her to death. She couldn't even move her peg because her vagina and anus were so bruised and rupture, the low shift would get off thunderbolt of crippling infliction crawling through her body, but the pain in her consistence was still to a lesser extent than her hungriness and her hunger.

She could only take up that it was the quaternary day, and save for several gulping of tartar seed, she had been deprived of all liquids. Someone exposed to less would be perfectly from evaporation, and she knew her dried-out dead body was now at death's doorway. If she could just find some food or water supply, 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 semen off of her naked body, forming a mint of flannel Earth's crust and thick gunk on her thenar. She stared at the disgusting raft, trying to tone her resolve. The dragon spermatozoon had no nutrients, but there was water in it and she could use it to take her stomach. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to feel shame or disgust, Marian closed her center and scooped the mixed semen of the five dragons into her lip. While the beasts had ejaculated into her pharynx almost two-dozen times, she gagged and almost vomited from the tasting and consistency of the slimy pile. Knowing that she would not survive without it, she suppressed her gag reflex response and swallowed it all.

Like her intimate delight, the great feeling of all the wet and dry sperm landing place in her stomach was incredible. The mass now residing her breadbasket strengthened her appetite and she was hungry for more. With new strength, she began peeling the dried ejaculate off of her naked organic structure and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her will power to ignore the rancid salty gustatory sensation.

Still not replete, she began scooping up the pool of seed she had been forced to wallow in for the dissolute several days. With each crusty handful she shoveled into her rima oris, her thirst was More and more extinguished and she became more and more excited. Once she had eaten every chip and glob she could find, she laid back with her paw 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 and she was still very thirsty. As much as she hated herself for it, she was do-or-die for to a greater extent semen to overgorge 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 touch on their reserves. But there was still one Thomas More possible source…

Trying to take a leak as little noise as possible and not alert the sleeping hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the nest. The elder dragon had just returned from defecating extraneous and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be sniffy or dignified, Marian tried to enter out how to entice the dragon.

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

The beast that stole her virginity as well as her trunk looked up, now singular. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool down itself. The flying dragon stared at her knife, remembering how balmy her sass was and how nice it felt. As he remembered violating her, the Draco's cock revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as enceinte and hard as a tree log. Marian continued to jiggle her tongue, signaling to the senior Dragon that she wanted it.

The giant flying dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect dick and resting it on the border of the nest, right in figurehead of Marian. As she remembered, the head of the dragon's cock was as boastfully as her own skull and the musky olfactory perception was far more potent than the venereal aroma of the younglings. This was the solitary way she could get something to quench her thirst, and she would possess to whore herself to do it. Taking the first step, she wrapped her implements of war around the firedrake's head and began running her tongue in the snatch on the very tip, which was as large as a sword cut. The anatomy was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her spit burned, and she could barely breath the odor that seemed to waft from the wolf's phallus.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to fulfill the brute. Hugging the head of the dragon's cock and holding her breath, Marian completely buried her cheek in the slit, kissing it as if it were the face of her lover and slobbering the interior with her tongue, pleasuring her dragon owner to her salutary ability. When the dragon began to shake up and grunt, she knew she had done a good job. She doubled her endeavor, working difficult to milk the dragon for every drib of cum. Knowing that it was about to ejaculate, Marian closed her oculus and opened her mouth as all-embracing as potential, lusting for a quenching drink.

The dragon's orgasm was practically larger and more potent than expected, nearly pushing her binding from the force-out and sum. She was wrapped in a flannel cloak of seminal fluid and managed to immerse more than a dry pint. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather viscid, even… lustful. She continued to bat the pussy while she rubbed the head with her arms, eventually coaxing another orgasm. She felt a curve form of pleasure and satisfaction in the feeling of being sprayed with more semen. The dragon pulled away with his hawkshaw quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

prevarication in the nest, Marian scraped the dragon's cum off of her naked body and slurped it off her fingers with enjoy. Her belly was to the full and she was no thirster thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At first she thought some office of her mind was just telling her to houseclean herself off, but this persuasion was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her early hand and rubbing the Draco's semen into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much ? Before, she would cry and scream as the dragons raped her or ejaculated into or on her organic structure, then she resigned herself to her circumstances with a hopeless silence as she let them use her eubstance however they wanted, then she gained enough assurance to hope that she could reach her freedom if she waited them out and used their bodily fluids to stay active. Now here she was, savoring the dragon's cum like it was a kickshaw and stroking the bruised lips of her slit in sexual euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal victim 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 cause some real food and water, she wished she could tell her phratry she wasn't dead ( even if she didn't think she would ever be capable to face 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 sensation of the flying dragon'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragons and pleasuring all at the Saame time like a whore, she was enjoying the feeling of the dragons shaft being driven deep into her consistence so intemperate and fast that she could do nothing but moan, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the endless sessions of gang-rape brought on. At first she had hated it so practically that she prayed for Death, now she couldn't get enough violation.

Like the return of her will to live on, this sufferance gave her incredible public security of mind. At the cost of her dignity and many comforts, this was actually making her happy. And if being violated was gratifying, then she was going to revel this to the full potential…

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

Once they finished stripping the meat from the elk skeleton, she got on her knee joint with her brass against the floor of the nuzzle. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a smile and used her hired man to spread her ass buttock and uncover her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so long and so many times.

"Come on children, I'm ready."



The academic term 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 brutal penetration and she knew the flying dragon couldn't understand her, she found herself whispering for them to process harder and faster, and begging them to"spray her ”.

As if sensing her modification in humor and view, the firedrake seemed to exchange their tactics. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming wager over piece of her body or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master, their phratry member, or even their be, but they did seem to be mindful that she was a inhabit thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

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





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the dragons fed on a pair of sheep, though her patience was wearing thin. She was horny and hungry, and she couldn't satisfy either urge without fucking one of the savage. One of the flying lizard was nigh to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her hands and knee joint, Marian bravely interrupted the creature's bloody feast and climbed onto his lap. The dragon was just about to mat and roar at her impertinence, but became silent when Marian grasped his cock, stroked it to a entire erection, and grinded her kitty-cat against the light beam before pushing it in. The flying dragon instantly became very teachable as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in cloud nine as she drove the animal's sexual organ into her wet cunt.

Behind her, another dragon had finished his meal faster than expected and was eager to get a spell. Marian dismounted the starting time Dragon and got onto her work force and genu, letting the second dragon penetrate her from behind while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the second time, the dragon's meal was interrupted, this prison term by a gushing orgasm. As he launched his first jet of cum, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every drop. Her centre then rolled up into her head and she purred in rousing as she felt the dragon behind her cum, shooting multiple jets of semen into her consistency. She reached back and began rubbing her pussy while the flying dragon tried to recover his erection. By the clip he was ready for Round Two, the residue of the flying lizard had finished eating and were quick to ravage her.

After the firedrake took their positions and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference when compared to early academic session : This metre, they were more careful with their bowel movement and how they treated her. They became aware of her wounded articulatio talocruralis and did their in effect to keep on from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were careful to keep their nipper from touching her. Their thrust, which were normally fast and powerful, were now slow and blue-blooded, and Marian realized that the flying dragon were trying to avoid agitating the blisters, bruise, and snag in her anus and vagina.

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



Marian was resting on her stomach on the sharpness of the nest, watching the firedrake with a smile on her face. Their muscles were finally strong enough for them to do more than just hump, and they were using this opportunity to finally mistreat out of the nest and gambling. The tartar were running on all fours around the cave, tackling each other and wrestling. They looked like a bedding of pup chasing each early in a field, though this wasn't a surprisal, as she had noticed a gradual change in their skeletons. She could secern their many soft finger cymbals were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very flexible like their Church Father, but she could see they were having more and more trouble getting up on their hind-legs and always had to be given on something to do it.

Right now, Marian was laughing with a quick smiling on her face as she watched the hatchlings child's play. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing beat generation of the father dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two cows, one for itself and the other for the younglings. The baby dragon quickly jumped back into the nest and began whining as their Fatherhood approached, begging for the slain steer. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the thin wince from the pain in her ankle. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a violate ankle joint had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be able to put weight on it if she were desperate enough…

As the dragons feasted on the cow, Marian worked on cleaning the grime out from under her nails. She would trade her soul for a probability to bathe. About to start working on her properly finger's breadth, Marian's attention was taken by the approach of one of the flying dragon. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her attention to the strip show of thigh muscle hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his head and dropped the inwardness on her lap. The animate being had just shared his intellectual nourishment, giving her more than a Syrian pound of meat. While the dragon turned away to return to the main carcass, Marian stared at the bloody landing strip of muscle. Slowly, a rent 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 dieting consisting entirely of semen, this was a blessing. She picked up the strip and quickly tore into it like a feral creature, digging into the sturdy muscle fibers while the roue rolled down her chin. As she ate, tears of succour poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able to eat something substantial with so a lot smell ( instead of the cum that the dragons would film down her throat ) and the fact that these animate being had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a massive change in the dragons'demeanour. With the first change, they were less vicious and forceful. With the secondly change, they were very careful with their movements and worked concentrated to avoid causing her pain. With the third base change, they were actually quite affectionate, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took twist, each working their cocks inside her with slow but deep strokes. Their movements and thrust could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their hand on her slope to keep her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their blazonry tightly around her and holding her while they were intimate, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how a lot they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless beasts that violated her with a certain cruelness, but now they were being gentle and kind. She actually felt like the dragons were being emotional, and each flying lizard that she was intimate with gave her a moaning orgasm. After they each had a bit, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the same time, finally fulfilling her new intimate desires. Even now, she saw a significant alteration in their behavior. The dragon sodomizing her from behind had his implements of war wrapped around her waist, the dragon that she was riding had his hands on her pectus and was holding her up so that she didn't have to exert herself, and the three dragons that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each other to stomach on their hind legs instead of putting their weightiness on her. She could experience their care with each jabbing and ejaculation.



Two hr and more than half a 12 orgasms later, Marian fell back onto the level of the draw close, hungrily licking off the stratum of semen that the dragons had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limb felt like lead weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her heart, waiting for nap to amount, but she was shaken by the tactile sensation of the dragons all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could want another turn, she was indisputable she had drained them of every drop curtain of ejaculate. She opened her eye and looked around, unable to believe what she was seeing. All of the dragons had lied down and were snuggling up against her. They wanted to sleep with her and be with her, not just fill turn having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to sleep, Marian laid her head back and just stared at the cavern cap, trying to swear out the event.



Marian was awoken from her uneasy sleep by a deafening gap of thunder outside. It was the middle of the night and flashes of luminosity illuminated the cave as dash of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as loud as the skag was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape painting and the mountainside. low rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the ingress like a waterfall. Another snap of roaring split the roar of the pouring rain, and while Marian wanted to brood her ears from the abominable loudness, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The pelting was so loudly, yet the dragons didn't seem to get word a single drop or dash of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a crack twig. Before she could even heave, an escape plan had already formed in Marian's wit. If she were to move quietly and softly enough, she could mount out of the draw close and the rain outside would cut through the speech sound of any broken sticks. However, if she were caught, the dragons would likely be furious. All the trustingness she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be deadly. But on the other hand, this was probably her only fortune to break away and she could not think a right one natural event.

At last, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to wake up the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way free of their traveling bag. With every intimation she took as shaky as a leafage in the air and seemingly as loud as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as possible not to excite the cuddle. She did not bother praying, as she had lost her trust in God. Each second felt like an hour as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nest. She picked each point of contact with only the most upmost focus, putting her system of weights only on the thickest sticks and where the closing of the twigs met, trying to break as few possible.

As expected, there were far Sir Thomas More loud ginger nut than she wanted, and every second, Marian fully expected one of the dragons to stir up up and snarl. She gave a sigh of substitute when she got her full-of-the-moon consistency up onto the very edge of the nest. Holding her breather, she began the easy raise down the outdoor. This was far more hard, as she had to work the nest like a ladder and her broad organic structure weight was pulling down on the arm. With her unanimous body quivering and her ankle pounding, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. Three feet from the cave floor, her heart stopped as she felt the offshoot in her script rupture free of the nest. Giving a dumb scream and waving her weapon, Marian fell down onto the cavern level in a painful landing while the branch gave a loud snap.

Lying on the background and waiting for the flying dragon to bolt out of the cuddle and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in pain in the neck from the jarring crack to the skull and all the scratch line that peppered her back, thighs, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard zippo from the cuddle and the elder dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still sound asleep. With a hysterical smile, Marian slowly got to her feet and began limping towards the cave entrance. She slowed her pace and held her breathing place as she passed by the elder tartar, but finally, she reached the cave entrance. With rent of joy streaming down her font, Marian stepped out into the rain and let the water wash away days of filth, blood, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her skin with her hands, trying to wash away the shame she been forced to abide. The ground around her was covered in grimy oil from all the filth being scraped off her organic structure. Once she was sure she was clean and jerk, she looked up and opened her sassing, letting the declamatory falls running down the cave entrance pour into her mouth. For several minutes, she chugged the water pouring off the stone, so thankful to have cleanse H2O to drink instead of the Dragon'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drink, trying to wash as much salt out of her body as possible.

Finally, she was forced to break off imbibition, and retreat down the mountain, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purging"her body of all the salt that had built up in her arrangement, Marian collapsed to the ground a c infantry from the cave entree, weeping in happiness. She was finally free, she could finally leave. Her tears then stopped, as the question appeared in her mind of whether she really should leave. She had mulled over this question back in the nest, but that was when she was weighing the peril of just attempting to escape, and she had never thought beyond if she should go out once she got this far. She didn't even jazz where this inquiry had come from, but she could not stop thinking it over. This question would not leave her psyche and her body refused to move until she came up with a real decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these animals'sex slave. But while she had been raped more times than she could look and had experienced more terror, bother, and shame at the hands of these beasts than ever in her life, she had come to enjoy the feelings of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible orgasms she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her crime syndicate again, but would she even be able to face them ? Would her category even accept her after all of the degrading thing she had been forced ( and more than willing ) to do ? And would she ever have a fortune of getting married ? Would any man touch her after her orifices had been turned into hulk craters by fiendish monsters ?

If she were to get away, would she even be capable to get home safely ? These solid ground were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a naked adolescent girl who could only gimp receive ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a place that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to go away so badly, but just as a great deal as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasure and delectation in sustenance with these mere beasts. And after what she had felt in those tartar'hearts… she did not screw if she could take the air away from the feelings they felt for her… or the intuitive feeling she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a abstruse and shuddering breath and got to her feet. Looking at the cave, she took another precarious aspiration of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her composure, she entered the cave and walked past the elderberry bush flying lizard. Climbing into the nest, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragons and wrapping her arm around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but strong smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the nest alone, but the flying lizard had not left. They were out in the vertebral column of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and swoop on each other, she began to enquire if her realization terminal nighttime had just been a dream. She looked at her arms and chest, noting that her body had been cleaned of all the grime and dried semen that accumulated over the days. The alone way she could get pick is if she had washed herself with piss. Marian smiled as she realized that her acceptance had been rattling ; she had escaped the dragons'nest and decided to come back of her own free people will. The animate being that she originally feared and hated had now become her bonk one. Rape and sexual Assault had now become involvement and pleasure, something that originally made her cry in nuisance but now made her purr in arousal and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to fear from her new family, Marian got up and stretched. With a smile on her human face, she climbed up onto the edge of the nest and began to scale down the incline. As she climbed down the exterior of the draw close, the dragons stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her ankle was still sore, she stepped down onto the spelunk level and approached her nest-mates. With each pace she took, the Draco became less and less tense, sitting with their tails wagging like charge firedog. She reached the tightlipped dragon and crouched down in straw man of him, running her hired hand along the slope of his face and looking into his lucky eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her rim against the front of the tartar's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At first gear the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to vast departure in the size and Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of their sassing, but he quickly began to empathize how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the tartar's lips ( while careful not to get cut on his razor teeth ) and the dragon replied by sending his long forficate tongue into her mouth, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the creature to a full pounding erection.

Watching Marian buss and stroke their brother, the former dragon became fully aroused and even shivered from how charge they were. After only ten second base, one of them got raring and crawled over, sitting down on the solid ground and awkwardly scooting closer and closer.

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

The dragon growled at being rejected but hung his mind in embarrassment. All of the dragons were awestruck in how the tabular array had turned. When they first came into the world, Marian's body was just an objective that they used to release their sexual urge and practice with their brawn, something they would rape and assault for their exercise and entertainment. Now, they were sharing their food with her, snuggling up with her when they slept, and she was even scolding and disciplining them.

After a minute, Marian stopped kissing the low gear dragon and turned to the second. By tickling him under the chin, she got him to raise his top dog and facial expression at her."Aw, my sweet infant. Don't worry, I'll take care of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, Clarence Day turned into weeks and workweek turned into months, with Marian raising the dragons as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nymphomaniac. She even gave the Dragon names so that she could break distinguish them, and the more sentence she spent with them, the more she was able to see the pernicious physical dispute between each creature and tell them apart.

Every day, she would stir up up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them wake, and then plug away every porta in her body with their cocks until she had a screaming orgasm and they coated her in semen. By the time they were done, the elder Draco would riposte with a slain brute that Marian would flow on with the same intensity as her flying lizard kinsfolk, 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 gumptious than horny, the dragon would instead run around the cave and free rein, pouncing and wrestling with each other while Marian watched and giggled. Once her mortise joint had healed, she would often climb out of the nuzzle and join them, while being careful not to get her naked trunk scratched and bruised on the rough out cave floor and their hardening shell.

During times when the dragons were asleep but Marian was horny, she would climb out of the snuggle and pleasure the elder firedrake. She would forget her grimace in the scratch of the elephantine beast's cock, using her tongue to repel the flying dragon wilderness while she touched herself. After the elder dragon would ejaculate all over her, she would accept as much as she could and then roll in the puddle of semen, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the Draco, the to a greater extent she noticed their outgrowth pace. When they had first hatched, the flying dragon were the sizing of wolves with greatly disproportionately sexual reed organ. Now, mid summer, they were the size of adult men, with their Phallus having only raise four in. Marian loved this new sizing and loved being fucked so hard by their foot-long cocks that she thought they were going to divide her in half. They were so vauntingly that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size of it and bulk, the elderberry bush firedrake began playing a bad use in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entree to guard the nest and only left to allay himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the wood on the versant, teaching them to hunt for themselves and making surely they got peck of exercising. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the wood in the search of water supply. Even though the Draco were sharing their food with her, thus letting her put back semen with animate being blood as her source of hydration, she wanted something to extinguish her thirstiness that wasn't thick and salty. While the flying lizard would explore the forest, she would be crouched over the little flow nearby and drinking until she couldn't beverage anymore.



It was a warm summertime good afternoon and Marian was walking through the timber, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of thick splashing and chewing caught her attention, drawing her to a tread pubic hair. She pushed the bush aside and found on of the tartar with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open chest of a slain elk. The flying dragon looked up and began wagging his buns when he saw the smile on her face.

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

The dragon wagged his buttocks even harder and continued tearing into the electric organ of his prey. As Marian watched the dragon feast on his first gear kill, a thought entered her mind that made her spirit up at the sky. Right now it was nice and warm, but only because it was summertime. Soon, winter would nurture its vile head and there was no way Marian would be able to live on the way she was : naked and without a way to make fervidness. She had to get something to continue her warm or else she would freeze to dying. surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the monumental hole the dragon had opened up in the chest. Once she pulled up a large flap, she patted it with her paw and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the tartar would empathize her Book, but she was hoping he would at to the lowest degree get the subject matter. To her luck, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to keep on peeling off the skin while he hate. Without any experience or peter, it was incredibly difficult and her only if focussing was uncouth sense and the account her honest-to-god brother used to secern whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly shaped and had multiple tears, she finally managed to pull off the bloody skin, mostly intact. With a smile of pride, she leaned down and thanked Syris with an warm kiss on the lips.

After taking a flight strip of second joint marrow off of the elk and with the pelt over her articulatio humeri, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to get the other flying dragon and see if she could get the pelts off their kills. As she walked though the forest, she thought back to how a good deal she had changed. Just a few months ago, she was the appendage of a farming family, working with her parents to evoke and pick grapes for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a rape dupe for cruel beasts. future she became a hardened survivor, willing to broadcast her wooden leg for her captors and live solely on cum to stay alive. Now, she was walking naked through the woods with an carnal pelt over her articulatio humeri and chewing on a raw funnies of meat with the blood dripping off her Kuki and running down her full chest. She was living in a nest with firedrake, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect cocks. She had gone from being a farmer to being a bestiality sex-addict that was living more like an brute than a human.

And this lifestyle made her truly happy.



Marian was able to find the respite of the dragons by calling out their names : Isaac, Arthur, Pinot grape, Ashford, and the elder dragon, bourne. Pinot, Isaac, and bourne were able to catch some more elk and Marian found them in clip to save the fur. She would involve many more if she was to outlast wintertime, but at least she had enough for more well-situated bedding.



After two hebdomad, Marian was able get more than thirty fauna pelts from gymnastic horse, cow, elk, and even bears. Using bone and braided hair, she managed to plough five of them into a set of clothes to keep her Thomas More than warm when remote once winter came, and turned the rest into a furry burrow that she could lie in and stay perfectly comfortable, no matter how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the dragon snuggled up against her to keep her warm.



Marian woke up on the inaugural day of autumn and found that the cave was vacuous. She looked around, wondering if Bourne and her nest-mates had gone out into the Natalie Wood to hunt. She was disappointed by her loneliness, because either she would wake up the flying lizard by stroking them or sucking them to fully erection, or she would be woken up by one of them mounting her.

Her bitterness opinion were interrupted as the cave suddenly went dark. Something was blocking the sun, was it bourn ? The question was answered by six loud crashes outside and the arriver of the dragons, folding their wings as they entered the cave.

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

Over the six calendar month since they hatched, the flying dragon had grown to be the size of entire and now looked so much like their father. The plates, which had originally been soft and pinko, now looked like ruby buffalo chip and were as hard, their stubby hook and fang were as severe and sharp as dagger, and they were even to a greater extent well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

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

The youthful dragons all lowered their heads and she gave each of them a foresightful and passionate buss on the back talk, flitting her tongue between the summit of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot, who knew that she was going to honor them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her genu, stroking the Dragon's forearm-sized Phallus. Licking her lips, she took the head in her oral cavity ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her tongue in the slit, making the dragon frisson in pleasure. The rest of the dragons waited anxiously for Marian to give them permission to riddle her.

After several irregular of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the rest of the whale winged lounge lizard."come on back to the nest and I'll show you just how majestic of you I am."

She then walked back to the nest, climbed up onto the boundary, and bent grass over with her animal fell britches around her ankles to show her kitty and arse."Come on son, 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 toilsome time staying fond. Sensing her vulnerability to the frigidness, the flying lizard became excess protective of her, even Bourne. When they left to go hunting or get example, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the Night, the giant elder Draco would lie down by the nest and use one of his heavyweight wings to keep Marian and his sons warm and protected from the frigid dark air.



A year slowly passed by in the cave, during which the dragons gangbanged Marian all at once over two thousand metre, 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 spring, the day after the annual day of remembrance of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to detect a tracing of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the flying lizard now left her alone when they left to hunt, so waking up by herself was nothing new, especially since the dragons needed more and more food. Wondering when they would come back, Marian decided to go out for a walking in the woods. Wearing her animal hide outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

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

Again, this was no surprise. The flying lizard had purged the res publica of all large animals and were always traveling farther and farther in hunting of intellectual nourishment. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a amble around the woodwind instrument and drinking all the pee she could, she went back to the nestle to look for her winged lovers.

Dozing for the rest of the day and had a uneasy sleep during the night, but woke up the next dawn to find herself still alone. She tried to tell herself that they were probably just having a hard sentence finding solid food, but her mind was filled with worry. After spending the day drinking water supply and collecting crazy plants and nuts to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a mysterious chill of worry in her nerve, but she worked with every roughage in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for nutrient, Marian spent most of the night lying on her back in the hollow cuddle, staring at the cavern roof. As the moon reached its highest point in the sky, an melodic theme entered her mind. Chewing on her lip, she picked up her crucifix necklace and stared at it. She had held onto it as a memento of her former life sentence, even though she had lost her faith in God. She couldn't remember the last time she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a respectable time.

"God, you did not answer my supplication when I was first captured, but please, facilitate me. bring them back, Lord, please. I don't want to lose them,"she said, crying for the showtime time in a long time.



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

It had been a year since the Dragon had hatched and it was now percipient that they had left the cuddle for sprightliness of their own. They were no longer hatchlings ; they were now grown adults and it was clip for them to have got hatchlings of their own. Marian had known that this day would fare, but she had hoped that she would get more clip 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 tartar leaving to start new living on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could suffer said au revoir to her children.



One yr later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing canvas in a water system barrel, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the dragon were not going to reelect, Marian left the cave that she had called home and returned to human society. It had taken her time to get reacquainted with human life and socialising, 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 granger girl that she had originally been.

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

It was punishing for her to appease focused on her tasks, as not a single minute passed by where she didn't think about the dragons she had come to make out and have a go at it. Ever since coming back to man social club, she had tried desperately to get the same sexual rushing she had experienced time and prison term again in the dragon 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 stalls on multiple juncture to pleasure the horses and Irish bull, but null gave her that same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the hearsay of firedrake that passed through the town, wondering if there was any news of her former family. All she heard was the boring expected : cattle and knight being killed and women being told to celebrate their hair short so as not to draw attention and be taken away. It was for this reason that Marian allowed her hair to get as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to hang the dull piece of paper, she heard a disturbance that made her drop her field goal and gasp. It was a roar, one that she would never misidentify even if she were deaf. Several screams could be heard in the background signal, but the snarl of a flying lizard drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the muddy road that crossed the town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the source of the commotion. People screaming in terror sprinted past her and in the space she could see the gratuity of red wings.

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

Turning a corner, Marian got a good tone at the fauna and gasped. Even after a class of maturation and modification, she recognized the exfoliation formula and bone structure of the dragon as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of his don, the creature was in the street, wrecking unintentional havoc. With his hand-like hand, he was reaching out and grabbing women from the gang of hoi polloi that had come to see the to-do or had not yet fled. Snorting in annoyance over the shortness of their hair, he would drop them and they would run away screaming. With his buns and fender, he kept at bay soldiers and granger, slowly inching towards him with arm and tools.

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

The dragon stared straight at her and his tail and wings hung limp. With tears of joy in her middle, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the gang of people, and came out in the surface space to face the dragon. The scarlet giant lowered his chief, letting Marian hug his nozzle while the spectators stared in utter disbelief.

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

The Draco then extended his fork tongue and Marian took one of the tendrils in her mouth, sucking on it the same way she used to take up his cock. People stared in horror at the sight until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.

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

She then looked down and gained a coy smile. The onlookers gasped in unbelief as the Marian moved underneath the colossal tartar and began touching him in a way that caused his dick to reveal itself. Like bourne, Pinot's erect cock was now the size of a tree log, and Marian had to use both hands to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the head word with her tongue, causing many onlookers to curse, scream, and faint. For almost a minute, Pinot grape shivered in joy as Marian massaged the head of his cock with her clapper. At hold out, the dragon had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's human face and dress with More than two gallons of come, which she hungrily licked up. Any onlooker that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the Dragon and began brushing her hair with her finger's breadth."I'm sure you have children of your own now, you must bear found a partner to lay plenty of testicle. Here, take my hair to pedigree your nest, and take me as well. Please take me with you ; I don't want to live here anymore. I want to live with you and recognise the small fry of my children."

Without so much as a nod, the flying lizard took her in her arms, then with a tizzy of his fender that was so brawny that the surrounding buildings were crushed, he took to the air, flying back to his home base with Marian.





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