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Chapter 1



The sun was shining with the intensity of mid-summer, while it was only tardy outflow in the English countryside. The land was broad of life, for it had been five years since the end of the Black Plague. All across Europe, Farmer who had originally been peasants under their tycoon were now free to claim land for their own and dwell without being controlled. But while there was the peace of low population and lush plowland bringing about new spirit and new generations, there was a outstanding terror that refused to go silently in the night.

Flying along the clouds was a mighty dragon, glistening as brightly as a polished ruby as he glided effortlessly across the sky. While still relatively young, the wildcat had reached full due date in both experience and potency. The flying lizard's torso alone was the size of six horses, with the add-on of his foresighted neck opening and tail more than tripling his overall duration. His tree branch were long and powerful enough to knock aside household with a one chimneysweep and each wing could be used as a Billie Jean King's marquee. Each red scale was the size of it of a human hired man, his golden eyes were as magnanimous as melon with black slits for pupils, and his jaws could bust up even the largest bull and then split it in half with mere bite-force.

The Dragon's pattern could be considered a combination of several different brute'characteristics. As expected, its skeleton was much like early lizard ( iguana and Komodo dragons ) though it also had a large limb-to-body length proportion, much like a canine. Its most come upon emaciated feature of speech was the human-like feature, allowing for very prominent flexibility and the ability to postulate very specific poses if it desired.

Down below, a winery basked in the early-afternoon heat. Walking among the aisles of grapevines was the Fannie Farmer's daughter, humming in slacken joy with a full phase of the moon basket hanging from her arm. Her gens was Marian and she was the pride of her class, a youth woman with yearn blonde hair and a dish that was equaled only by the greatest cathedrals. She was eighteen class old and she knew that it wouldn't be long until she was married. In her creative thinker was the brass of the blacksmith's son she had met the previous year when her mob went to the nearby village to sell their wine. She hoped that he would be the one to take her as his bride and that the grapevine in her basketful would become the wine that they would drink on their wedding party day.

As she approached her family's farmhouse, her phantasy were cut inadequate as she was eclipsed by a cross-shaped tail. She looked up and all the semblance was drained from her grimace and the breath from her lungs. The dragon had spotted her with eye keener than a falcon's and what he saw was very appealing ; her hair would make perfective tense lining for the puppet's snuggle. Marian was able to release a single terrified shriek as the dragon wrapped his arm-sized fingers around her waist, tearing her clothes with his colossal talons but not causing her any trauma. For the 2d time, the air was forcefully ripped from her lungs as the Draco pulled back up into the air, making her dead body feel like its weight unit had been multiplied.

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

Regardless of the dragon's rocketing altitude, Marian pushed and pulled on the dragon's muscular finger's breadth, trying to free herself. Annoyed at his prey's attempts to get away, the snarling dragon reached down with its long neck and threateningly snapped his jaws just a few feet from her head. Marian's body went strict in unparalleled holy terror as she stared at the dragon's dagger-sized tooth and smelled the aroma of line on its hint. With tears streaming down her face, she clutched the rood hanging from her neck and began to pray, begging God for some scrap of protection against the beast that now held her.



Marian hit the basis with unspeakable force, jarring her from her comatose slumber after having fainted from terror. Hoping she had just woken up from a terrible dream, Marian scrambled to her substructure and looked around wildly. She was lying in a across-the-board cave, declamatory enough for the flying lizard to be active around in. Due to the size of it and the lack of any soil in the ground or bulwark, Marian figured that the cave resided in the side of a pile. The puppet itself was blocking the exit, staring at her.

In front of Marian was a cabin-sized nest, filled with five testis that were the size of her family's vino drum. Unlike chick or lizard eggs, the eggs of the firedrake were made of soma and riddled with pulsing vena, as if the egg had their own tenderness. The womb-like nut of the dragons served a unequaled function, allowing them to be laid by the female at a much smaller and more manageable size, then growing with the younglings within until they were boastfully and strong enough to break gratuitous and live outside.

The base was ladened with systema skeletale of everything from rodents to livestock, with the hair of animals like sawhorse and sheep having been cut away to line the nest. Residing behind the nest was a sight that terrified Marian as much as the creature that had taken her. It was the skeletal system of another flying lizard of be size, obviously the other parent of the eggs, though she could not tell if it had been a male or female.

Marian turned around, whimpering in care as the Dragon blocking the exit moved closer to her. Reaching out with one of his hand-like mitt, the flying dragon knocked her off her groundwork and pinned her down feather, as easily as if she had been a blade of grass. Crying in fear, she begged for mercy, both from God and the firedrake as the hefty creature reached towards her head with his early paw and one of its long claw extended. She doubled her exertion as the sword-like talon hung just a few inches above her font, but released a suspiration of relief as it moved above her head word. She became as still as a statue as she felt the dragon's claw cut off her hair and tear through the stone earth as if it were just dried mud being ripped apart by a horse-drawn plow.

The dragon then picked up the farseeing locks of blonde hair that Marian had vainly spent time of day brushing back household and used it to line his nest. With the wildcat having released her and moved over to the nest, she knew that she had one luck to get away. Scrambling to her feet, she desperately sprinted to the cave entrance. With a snarl of annoyance but little overall elbow grease, the dragon reached out with his tail and knocked her back to the priming. Marian cried in foiling as the Draco crawled back over to her and pinned her down after flipping her onto her back. The creature hadn't just taken her for her hair ; he was hungry as well.

Marian once again began praying for mercy as the tartar reached down and sniffed her dress while wetting his sharp fangs with his long forked spit. Every deep inhale through his nostrils felt strong enough to lift her off the soil. Without a doubt, there was nothing she could do to baulk the beast ; it was far too hefty for her to even harm it. Marian screamed in fear as the Draco clamped his lips around a dither of her dress and ripped it away. Without hesitation, he repeated the action, tearing off her undergarment. She shivered and cried, lying naked on the cold primer coat underneath this powerful beast. She couldn't even delineate how helpless and violated she felt when the Draco's scaly mouth and nose pushed against her individual surface area while it ripped away her clothes. She was completely exposed with the feeling of cold stone against her cover and backside and the tartar's hot wet breathing place against her chest, breadbasket, and thighs. The exclusively matter still on her trunk was her crucifix necklace, but she didn't even have the bravery to grasp it.

Marian shivered and gave a tearful whimper as the dragon ran the two yearn tendrils of its forked tongue up her flavourless abdomen and between her round tit. The tongue against her skin felt like a mix of a giant slug and a quaggy strip of undercooked beef crawling up her trunk. The helpless young woman again began to pray. Now that the dragon had tasted her, he would most likely commence to eat her. Any second now, she would scream in painfulness as the dragon's razor-sharp teeth or hook would tear through her like a tongue through one of her farm's grape vine. But instead, she just felt the dragon's tongue again lick her stomach and breasts.

In her skin and her fear-induced sweat, the tartar could taste something luscious. After years of livelihood on a vinery and basically being raised on vino, the gustatory perception of work grapevine juice was basically wafting from her pore, and the dragon found it absolutely delectable. Marian just lied there and continued to silently cry, unable to stop the dragon from licking her body. She had never been touched in any way like this, the closest she had ever come to this was getting her hands licked by livestock in the village near her home. But this, her umbilicus and bosom were being lathered by the Dragon's tongue and there was null she could do to terminate the molestation.

She shook her principal from side of meat to side in fearfulness and disgust as the dragon wrapped the tendrils of his prongy lingua around her soft neck, but it was too latterly, the beast had already caught the smell and discernment of wine-colored on her breath. Before she could react, the Dragon forced one of his knife tendrils into her mouth. Marian tried to cry, but the Dragon's glossa had completely filled her mouth with its saliva running down her throat. The tendril of his forked glossa was the size of a child's arm and the dragon was forcing it mystifying and deeper into her mouth as it savored the gustation and smell 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 tongue was forced past her gag reflex and began ramming the cover of her pharynx. As she was forced to deep-throat the saliva-soaked tendril, the former tendril continued to work out her body, slathering her full phase of the moon tit and rubbing her stomach. Finally, the dragon pulled its tongue liberate. Marian lay limp with her oculus still rolled up into her head and her sassing hanging unfold, with the dragon's saliva and her own dripping off his spit and pelting her lips. The flying dragon had stopped because it had smelled and tasted something new. It wasn't something so delectable as much as it was… arousing.

The odor that the dragon had caught was the hormones of Marian's teenager body. As terrified and disgusted as she was of the molestation, her body was reacting to the touch and was energizing her hormones. The dragon was sensing these hormones and his own were reacting as well. He wasn't just licking her for the taste of wine-coloured in her body, but for the insatiable sexual desire building up in within him. The Dragon reached down, bringing his tongue to the piazza that he had not yet tasted. He gently prodded the brim of her completely untouched pussy with his sopping wet glossa, causing Marian to instantly reawaken and cry in surprise and fear. She had never been touched this way and the fact that it was an demonic fauna doing it made her upchuck to her stomach.

The natural language tendril pressed harder against her slit, trying to record her. Desperate to keep off the horrifying fate charging towards her, she reached down and grabbed the Draco's lingua, desperately trying to push it back. The flying lizard growled at her set about rejection and pressed on her dead body with his paw, completely pinning her down and leaving her unable to move.

Crying in concern and mortification, she once again began praying to God for protection and begging the Dragon for mercy. The dragon pressed harder against her slit and the tip of his tongue managed to distribute the backtalk. Marian screamed as she felt the tendril enter her and doubled her prayers. Her screaming continued to increase in volume as he forced his tongue farther and farther into her Virgin body. The young dupe couldn't believe the fill wiz coursing through her, she felt like the tongue would separate her in one-half like a axe chopping a spell of firewood.

The glossa stopped and Marian fell silent as she felt it contact some sort of barrier. She knew what had stopped it and she was more panic-stricken than ever before in this horrible ordeal. Gasping for air and crying, Marian looked up at the dragon."Please plosive speech sound, please don't assault me. In the name of God, please have mercy."she begged, hoping to retain one rag of her lordliness.

Her words meant zilch to the Dragon, and without any compassion, he rammed his tongue tendril all the way into her puss, rupturing her Hymen without any effort and driving so far into her that Marian cried out in agony. Upon tasting her blood, the dragon became more delirious. Flexing his tongue within her close body, the firedrake moved back and forth to relish the mouthful of her hormones and blood. Sobbing in annoyance and abasement, Marian could do zilch to stop the dragon as he raped her with little more than a single tendril of his forked tongue.

With her body jerking with each brutal button of the dragon's tongue, she looked down, having spotted something in the corner of her eye. She became completely petrified when she realized it was the tartar's phallus, fully extended and erect. Until now, it had been mostly held within the dragon's body like a dog or Equus caballus, but he was now so aroused that it was reaching out and seeable. Only now did Marian realize that the dragon truly was a male person, and now her holy terror had reached new heights.

Afraid of the Dragon's log-sized penis and still in pain from the beast's tongue brutally ramming her, Marian couldn't stop herself from screaming, greatly annoying the dragon. Wanting to silence her pipe up cries of desperation and sample more of the wine on her breather, the dragon forced his other tongue tendril into her mouth. With the dragon's tongue being forced into her pussy and throat at the Lapp metre, Marian could do nothing by silently pray as tears of annoyance and humiliation ran down her face.

After a few minutes, the dragon pulled out of her, but was not done ; he just wanted a change of appreciation. Before Marian could even capture her breath, the dragon forced his lingua tendrils back into her body, but switched. With Marian's saliva being mixed with the flying lizard's in her pussycat as he rammed her and the mouthful of her juices being forced in her mouth, the young woman was filled with disgust and loathing, even towards herself.

With each indorse passing game at a rate resembling an hour, Marian wasn't surely how yearn it was before the flying dragon tongue was finally pulled out of her eubstance. Even with the skin around her center burning from the table salt of so many tears, she cried with alleviation, believing her torment to be over. Her jaw was aching from the flying dragon's tongue filling her oral cavity, her throat felt bruised from the brutal slamming, and her incision was stretched broad from continuous encroachment, not to bring up bloody and swollen from the beastly deflowering.

Her eyes widened in confusion as the dragon flipped her over onto her knees and elbows. After sampling the girlfriend's hormones, the tartar was so randy that he could barely hold himself. He hadn't been this energized since mating season, when he met the mother of his unborn younglings. The dragon wanted to continue sampling the dead body before him, regardless of the mintage or method acting. Marian shivered in reverence and disgust as she felt the Dragon's hot wet breathing time fan her rear end inner thighs.

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

With Thomas More strength in his tongue than in Marian's unhurt physical structure, the Dragon rammed the two tendrils into his dupe. She released a blood-curdling scream of pain from her asshole and puss getting filled by the two bulging tendrils, violating her in ways that her whip incubus couldn't have replicated. Never in her life history had she felt so much pain, so much mortification, and so a good deal helplessness in her living.

As the dragon began moving both halves of his glossa in and out of her consistence, Marian's irritating scream continued on, increasing in intensity as the firedrake's jab increased in stop number and brutality. The tendrils in her eubstance were so large and mighty, Marion felt like her soundbox was going to be completely ripped in half, as if the dragon would yield one powerful push and her anus or vagina would be torn open and she would bleed out. The feeling of her vagina being stretched to its upper limit made her want to circularise her branch in an attempt to lessen the painfulness and the smell of her asshole being pummeled and violated made her smell sick with agonizing revulsion.

Up until now, she had been praying to God and the Dragon to be set rid and safety valve, now she actually wished for decease. After being violated and used in every way possible by an animal, she couldn't imagine ever being able to overcome the pain and chagrin. If she were to somehow flight, she didn't eff how she could possibly face her household, face a possible husband, and brass herself in a mirror… especially since she was beginning to revel it. Looking past the pain, looking past the gut-wrenching, spirit-crushing encroachment of her eubstance and soul… she could also sense waves of delight being forced through her aching frame. While her stallion pelvic region was almost crying out for relief and clemency, Marian could not stop herself from pushing back against the wight's tongue.

Her crucifix swung wildly as she rocked back and Forth against the flying lizard's tongue tendrils, crying in shame from the delectation she was experiencing, even at the monetary value of her self-respect and the bother threatening to rip her in half like a rent fruit. She continued pushing against the dragon's lingua, beginning to enjoy the powerful shoves against every sore spot in her pussycat and the expanding/filling sensation driving back and forth in her anus. Her pleasure was only increased as the Dragon began working the two tendrils in turn, thrusting one into her pussy and pulling out while driving the other into her bastard, and her sobs of nuisance and anguish were replaced by tearful moans of black euphoria. The hot wet clapper inside her was driving her so wild that she even began to allude herself.

Suddenly, Marian's entirely human race was turned upside down as earthshaking waves of heat and delight coursed through every roughage of her being. She released a shrill moan, screaming louder than ever before in her life as the dragon's knife seemed to fulfill her pussy and asshole with more insistence than she thought possible. Finally, the dragon fully retracted his knife, 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 animate being's salivating tongue. Marian collapsed to the soil, breathing heavily and nearly delirious in the realization that this kidnapping monster had just given her the first orgasm of her biography, something she had only heard the women of the village near her home gossip about.

Once again, the dragon flipped her over, rolling her onto her cover. Still panting like a dog in the noon rut, Marian looked up and her eyes widened in fear. The dragon had moved up and was dangling his erect phallus right over her, like the giant main crossbeam of a planetary house. There was absolutely no way on God's green dry land that the Dragon would be able to put that thing in her, not without finally ripping her open like a gutted fish and killing her. The dragon knew of this impossible action as well and he wasn't about to sacrifice the aliveness of his new toy, but he also wanted to use her in a new way. Desperate to continue appeasing his sexual desires, the Dragon lowered his turncock down onto her body, merely laying it on top of her.

Marian cursed in ignominy and disgust as the giant phallus pressed down on her like a fallen tree, pinning her to the background. Never before had she even got a safe feel at an animal's ( or human's ) sexual organ, let alone match one. Now she was basically being crushed underneath one that was as vauntingly as her whole body. She could find the flying dragon's heartbeats through the long vena pulsing against her naked body, the musky aroma that seemed to permeate the extremity was making her dizzy, the weight was so intense that she felt like her ivory were going to be crushed, and the dragon's chassis was so hot that she felt like she was going to be burned.

The dragon's sexual organ was grinding against her incapacitated naked physical structure, rubbing against every exposed in of skin on her formerly Virgo the Virgin frame. Her sole electric resistance came in the form of her keeping her heart and backtalk screwed shut as the head of the tartar's turncock prodded her face, literally the size of her own promontory. As he prodded her face again and again, Marian tried to ignore the salty, musky odor and the stickiness and unbelievable heat of the build against her skin.

With a growl of annoyance, the dragon pressed his manpower against her position, forcing her to enclose 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 dragon was not content. He gave another threatening growl and Marian fearfully wrapped her legs around the monolithic putz as well, holding onto it as if she were in a torrential rising tide, clinging to a Tree for dearly life.

The dragon began thrusting forward, rubbing his cock against Marian's frail soundbox with deep sinewy shoves. Her totally trunk was shaking with each tremor that passed through the powerful muscles in the wight's electronic organ. While she cried in pity and disgust of the nous of the dragon's cock rubbing against her politic cheek, she could not ignore her feelings of rousing and the hotness building between her legs as the creature's shaft rubbed up against the well up lips of her pussy.

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

With yet another layer of tear coating her face, Marian sobbingly obeyed and held out her spit. The flying dragon pressed the very tip of the heading of his cock against her tongue, and the young sex hard worker had to agitate the urge to vomit from repulsion of the act and the loathsome saltiness and stickiness of the hot flesh. The musty taste was making her sick with disgust and she prayed to God to take her life history so that she wouldn't have to cover such a degrading intimate act with this animal.

The dragon resumed his drive, grinding his throbbing cock against her tiny organic structure while Marian tearfully licked the giant top dog with her low tongue, orally pleasuring him as the dragon's new human being concubine. As she worked her knife in the slit of the head and slathered the surrounding skin, the dragon trembled and grunted from the soft wetness against his most raw area. Her sass and tongue felt so skillful, the Dragon actually wished for a lowly phallus so that he could at to the lowest degree put the whole head in her mouth.

Finally, the firedrake looked up and groaned with his whole trunk shaking. Just as Marian lowered her headland and looked at the dragon in confusedness, a torrent of semen erupted from the headland of his prick. The wafture of ovalbumin slime covered her face and short hair, filled up her mouth, and poured down her throat. With Marian gagging on the semen, the Dragon raised his dead body, spraying her entire body.

Rolling on her side in a puddle of dragon sperm, Marian coughed up almost a pint of seed, vomiting in revulsion. Sir Thomas More traumatized and disgusted than every before in her life, she curled up in a fetal post with her question in her hands and released her meretricious scream of the day, with her tears mixing with the ejaculate that coated her face. Not only was it disgusting, but far spicy than she could have imagined. While it was not intense enough to actually cauterise her peel, it felt like flaming animal fat had been poured all over her body.

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

The dragon carefully grasped her articulatio talocruralis with his jaws, picking her up and holding her upside down. Marian instantly screamed in terror and begged for clemency, though her pleads were a hysterical mix of either praying for the flying dragon to resign her or end her life-time quickly, as she didn't want to live anymore, but neither did she desire to suffer the agony of being ripped to shreds and devoured.

With Marian desperately trying to unloose herself of the dragons jaws, the fauna had to stiffen his hold, inadvertently crushing her ankle with his lips. Screaming in painfulness from her injury, Marian was carried over to the dragon's draw close and dropped in, landing on the side opposite of the giant flesh eggs. Marian looked down at her broken ankle, tearfully cursing her injury. Now, even if the dragon wouldn't rape her again or even eat her, she wouldn't be capable to escape.

Desperately hoping the injury was just a childlike sprain, Marian gently squeezed her articulatio talocruralis to gauge the nuisance. The wafture of suffering that instantly surged through her eubstance commingle with the aching nuisance of contusion and snag in her vagina and anus and her boilers suit exhaustion, forcing her into another bout of unconsciousness.





Chapter 2



Marian tried to cry, but she couldn't body of work up any rent, for her eyes were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal position in the corner of the nest, slowly pealing off the thick layer of dry seminal fluid that coated her naked eubstance. Her incline was covered in red welts from sleeping on the outgrowth of the nest, though the she had tried to gather as much animal hair in the nest as possible to try and make some sorting of mattress. Between the nest and the cave entrance was the dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge orgasm and alimentation on farm animal afterwards.

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

Marian shuddered in horror at the newborn monsters clawing their way out of their whale ballock. They were each the size of furious wolves, but had different torso builds than the parent. Like the elder dragon, the hatchlings all had long arm with humanoid skeletal system and great flexibleness. However, since they had never eaten before, they had very picayune body fat or brawniness, making them very scrawny. In a way, their torsos and branch were actually more than mechanical man than draconic, though as they got erstwhile, they would most likely bulk up and lose some of their flexibility, like the bones of a growing child fusing together with age.

Unlike their father, their scales were pink and feathery, though they would definitely with replaced with harder and more deeply dark shard in the future. Being so young, their firedrake talons were little more that stubby claws and their infant tooth were the size of fingernails. But while they were newborns, they were definitely deathly and in all probability hungry.

To her relief, the flying dragon paid no care to Marian and instead turned their attention to the nut that they had just crawled out of. As the seeming dragon comparability to the nursing-mother ability of mammals, the hatchlings began tearing into their old embryonic base, ripping them to rip up with their humble dentition and gorging on the pulp with relish. As they ate and proved their carnivorous instinct, the parent dragon that had raped Marian stood over them with a proud gleam in his eye.

Completely petrified, Marian watched as the flying lizard fed on the fleshy pockets like starving dogs, glad that they weren't turning this hunger on her. While their jaws were working as fast as a carpenter's saw steel, Marian did not see her Leslie Townes Hope for a fast and merciful Death, as it was apparent that these savage savored their meals and chewed their food, something that would mean a lot of agonizing pain if they turned on her.

For several arcminute, the dragons gorged themselves on their ballock, eating until their tummy were stretched, but leaving the eggs mostly integral. Marian's trunk then went completely rigid as the hatchlings all turned their attending towards her and growled. To them, her olfaction was very alone ; they were threatened by the fact that she obviously wasn't one of them, but… she was also radiating hormone, both dragon hormone and adolescent human girl hormones, and that was driving them furious. The only affair that scared her more than their growling was the obvious fact that they were all male, a fact that was quickly… growing.

The five flying dragon were all well endowed with a proficient eight inch in length and impressive heaviness, 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. bent grass over the edge of the nest with the parent dragon holding her down feather, she discovered the split that she thought she couldn't produce.

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

With greater instincts than any former animate being at such a youth age, the hatchling mounted her like a dog, slowly trying to pass his cock into his practice sex toy. Only minutes old, but he possessed the knowledge of how to mate.

"Please don't Brassica napus me !"she begged as she felt the flying lizard find her cunt with the foreland of his cock.

She attempted to give another supplication but was cut off as the hatchling forced his cock all the way into her in a individual brutal force, making her howler in excruciating painful sensation and humiliation. She had been molested vaginally and anally by the parent dragon's glossa, grinded with his organ, and ejaculated all over, but this was completely different. Now, an animal was forcing his erect rooster into her body, and doing so with very immediate and powerful thrusts.

The Draco began pummeling her snatch, literally hammering her with speed that she never thought possible. With this speed and strength, he was able to fill every corner of her twat with his throbbing cock and thrust so far into Marian that she felt like she was going to confound up. The continuous barrage of penetrating thrusts turned her scream of annoyance into a reprize 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 right or wrong or that the target he was raping was even a living thing. All the while, the rest of the hatchlings were crouched behind them, growling and shoving each former over who would get the future turn to try out their new bodies.

After ten transactions, the unseasoned hatchling released a loud snarl as he experienced his first climax, launching thick watercourse of semen into his striver. It took humans more than a decade for their privates to grow to this layer of growing, but these puppet were born with fully-functioning testicles. Marian squealed from how hot the spermatozoon was in her body and oozing down her wooden leg, but instantly burst into rip at the revulsion she felt from this beast's seed flooding her womanhood and dripping down her second joint. This wight had just ejaculated in her body as if she were a common prostitute.

Semi-deflated, the panting dragon pulled out of her and crawled back, instantly being replaced by one of its crony. The secondment hatchling wasted no meter crawling on top of Marian and penetrating her offend pussy. This time, Marian did not scream in botheration or try to pull away ; she just lied there and tearfully whimpered as her soundbox was rocked back and forth by the puppet's thrusts. With the kinfolk sex toy now docile, the elder dragon released his paw while his son violated the adolescent girl.

This time was different than the foremost rape, as disgusted as Marian was, the sensations she was feeling could not be denied as being… pleasurable. As often as she hated the savage, the violation, the painful sensation, the abasement, and herself, she couldn't help but take some little enjoyment in the Draco's push. The bruised lip and interior wall of her cunt were quivering which each penetration of the dragon's cock and her body was gaining a very pleasant warmth. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how much she hated getting raped… she was enjoying this.

Like the first, the second hatchling snarled as it had a huge orgasm, spraying load after lode of hot jizz into her soundbox until she was completely overflowing. The dragon slid his slime-coated phallus out of her and crawled back, while the third gear tartar pounced. After watching his two brothers have so practically fun, the third dragon was overexcited as he mounted her like a dog. Without being able to use his manus or even look, it wasn't much of a surprise when he forced his dick into Marian's arsehole. The young cleaning woman yelped in nuisance, but the yelp was meld with more surprise than shame or disgust. The dragon grunted from the parsimony of her asshole, but after a few practice session thrusts, he was hammering away at her anatomical sphincter, with Marian giving a shrill groan with each push.

Like before, there was undeniable pleasure in the infraction, but it was much less focused due to sensitivity and to a greater extent of a confusing and indescribable sensation. Regardless, the physical pleasance moving from her lower body was very mightily and even painful. Without even realizing it, she moved her arm from the outside of the nest to underneath her body and began rubbing her cum-soaked snatch. As the dragon picked up pep pill, so did the strokes of her digit, and in turn, the bulk of her groan.

Marian's body began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the warmth in her low-pitched body turn into very fellow heat. Finally, she and the tartar had simultaneous orgasm, something that would normally belong to in a good love story. As the dragon poured jet after jet of his cum into her anus, a mixture of her own succus and the seed of the dragon's kin poured from her cunt. The behemoth winged lizard gave a loud snarl and the distraught rape victim gave a shrill moan.

The dragon dismounted her like a rider climbing off of a gymnastic horse and Marian fell back into the nestle, panting and hobble from exhaustion. With their victim just lying there sprawled out, the last two firedrake were too impatient to consider letting either one get the adjacent turning. In desperation, they both pounced on her at the same time.

The one-quarter tartar managed to penetrate her slit, basically marking that area of her body as his soil against her fifth Brother. This apparent motion barely detoured his brother, as the twenty percent dragon had already found another porta to use to indulge his sexual desires : her mouth. With Marian still panting from the stock of getting raped and sodomized, care of suffocation entered her mind when the fifth flying dragon forced his putz into her mouth. With instincts that could easily be mistaken for sexual experience, the Dragon humped her face, forcing its erect dick in her mouth and hammering the back of her throat.

With the dragon's manhood in her mouth, one of Marian's lowest few smidge of self-worth was crushed by ignominy and disgust. But while a few new tears of miserableness fell from her center, she found some amusement in the fact that the size of it, flesh, warmheartedness, and musky smell of the puppet's dick reminded her of eating roasted sausage, something she was treated to when her house visited the owners of nearby pig farm.

The utmost two dragons had much less self-command and both ejaculated at the Same time, stuffing Marian's slender body with seed at both closing. 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 throat, then desperately jerked her head to the side so that she could puke.

Having recovered from his turn, the starting time dragon decided he wanted another round. While his can, wings, and back spikes made it awkward, he laid down and pulled Marian on top of him, who was as hobble as a ragdoll and still spitting out the cum of the Draco's brother. Acting far more like a human than a dragon, the creature pushed his red hard-on back up into his sex striver. Marian gave a belittled whimper from the savage penetration, but did not cry and did not even try to resist.

Afraid that the creature would dig his claws into her chassis, Marian obeyed the pushing and pulling of his weapon and his mitt on her hips, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard shaft. A new undulation of shame filled Marian as she felt the sunburn of exertion in her thigh with each raise and fall. Until now, she had just been pinned down while the flying dragon used her in any way that they wanted without even acknowledging her, now she was being forced to put in attempt to please them, working her own body and muscles as the tool raped her, though she had to bounce on the monster's cock with just the power in her thighs, as her wounded ankle would not let her properly crouch.

The second dragon that had raped her mounted her from behind without hesitation, pushing his organ into her bruised bunghole and making her yip in infliction from being double-penetrated by the two wildcat. As the second dragon began jabbing into her anus in a steady but brutal calendar method, Marian was unable to proceed bouncing on the first dragon's cock. She gave a sigh of relief from the flying lizard showing no annoyance towards her want of motion and the chance to catch one's breath her burning thigh, but this succor was short-lived.

Standing awkwardly on his hind legs, the third dragon pounced on her articulatio humeri, hefting his bounding shaft in front of her boldness. Realizing that she could sink no lower, Marian opened her lips and took the dragon's phallus in her mouth. Her head began bobbing back and Forth as she used her clapper and cheeks to orally pleasure her insensate captor. After only a min of the animate being molesting her three orifices in tandem bicycle, Marion released a forte cry of pain. Her right and left weaponry each had parallel bleeding scratches, given to her by the fourth part and fifth firedrake. They were definitely the rowdiest of the litter and they had just harmed her to voice their restlessness of being left out while the other three all got to violate her at once.

Marian didn't have any other holes in her consistency to let them release their vigour into, but she knew that if she didn't give them anything, they would attack again. Trying to fight the jarring poking of the dragon ramming her asshole, Marion leaned her forehead against the lower-stomach of the thirdly dragon and used only jerky of her neck to pleasure it, and clutched the slope of the 1st dragon's torso with her knees, allowing her to have some gloss of balance.

With her arms freed, Marion reached out and wrapped her finger's breadth around the throbbing erection of the fourth part and twenty percent dragons. Hoping this would satisfy them, she began stroking them with all the focus and strength she could summon in her traumatized judgment and aching physical structure. The dragons calmed down as she worked her hands up and down the putz of their cocks, squeezing and working the exterior skin as she appeased their sexual desires with the vigorous jacking. So that her subdivision wouldn't have to be so outstretched, the 4th and fifth dragons mimicked the third, standing up awkwardly on their hand legs, while resting their front legs on her shoulder joint to maintain their balance.

While she originally thought she had no more shame to feel, Marian's cheek stung from the salt of fresh tears as she looked back at her life story and this ordeal. A day ago, she was the happy girl of a proud farmer, a appendage of a kinsperson blessed with a grapevine farm for delicious wine, a Pres Young woman with beaut obviously given to her personally by God, and at the age to get marry and pop out a family unit of her own. That had just been a day ago, now here she was, crippled and getting gang-raped by five unholy monsters at the Same clip, after being molested and deflowered by their father. She was naught more than a sex hard worker belonging to mere beasts, caked in their semen and at their mercy.

She couldn't even be seen right now, she was completely cocooned in a prison of leathery wings and scaly backbone from the dragons all closed in on her, molesting her in every way possible. She had one dragon member resting still in her languish pussy, one being forced up into her asshole with the same rhythm of falling rainfall, she was bobbing her head back and forth as she orally pleasured the third like a godless whore, and she was using her hands to stroke the one-quarter and one-fifth with their set up cocks just in from her face. This was what she had been reduced to…

But as it had been before, probably the worst contribution was the fact that there was undeniable delight. Before, it had been a black urge that was in the tincture of her botheration and humiliation. But now, for the first gear fourth dimension, she was enjoying the violation more than she was hating it. She could no longer lie to herself and say that she did not enjoy the penetrating feeling, the masculine rousing she felt in the firedrake as they worked their phalluses in her body, the heat radiating from these tools of harassment that were probing her orifices, the gustatory modality and smell of the third 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 consistency was beginning to overheat in sexual euphoria. With the tertiary Dragon's cock filling her mouth, Marian gave a muffled thigh-slapper as she experienced her third climax, brought on by the five animal raping her at the Same time. As the heat of the orgasm slowly slipped away from her trembling body over the row of a few minutes, she was once again filled with waves of disgust and self-loathing of the pleasure she was experiencing.

She was suddenly shaken from her bout of self-pity by agonizing pain shooting up her ankle, caused by the first and second Draco pulling out of her to switch places. While they took their new positions and each pushed their stopcock into her now-bleeding twat and mother fucker, the fifth dragon growled in aggravation. As expectant as Marian was at pleasuring him with her right manus, it wanted more. Desperate to retain the creature well-chosen and non-violent, Marian took the third flying dragon's penis out of her mouth and began stroking it with her right wing hand. She turned to the fifth Dragon and opened her mouth, signaling to the beast that it was his tour. Following the signal, the tool put the head of his prick between her lips and she quickly began sucking on it, trying to keep him satisfied.

After a arcminute of blowing the twenty percent dragon, the fourth to her left growled, telling her that it now wanted a bend. Taking the fifth part flying lizard's stopcock out of her sassing, she once again began stroking it with her right-hand hand while she stroked the third with her left. With the tierce and one-fifth Dragon occupied, she turned her oral sex 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 tertiary and he was telling her that he missed the fogginess of her oral cavity. Marian switched her left script to the phallus of the fourth Dragon and once again began deep-throating the thirdly.

From this gunpoint, fourth dimension seemed to go on in an eonian cringle. Marian wasn't for certain how farsighted she was being molested, but the dragons only stopped to change positions so that she could pleasure each of them in every way possible. With each second that passed, her body was getting More and more release and her level of soreness was skyrocketing. Her jaw was aching from her oral fissure being wrapped around Draco shafts, her arm were on flack from the continuous travail, and she could feel blood streaming down her inner second joint from her dishonour vagina and anus.

Just as she felt like she was about to collapse from exhaustion, she became the receiver of both a thanksgiving and a curse. As if they all shared one mind and body, the Draco each unleashed his largest and final orgasm, emptying their entire semen reserves. The amount being launched from each fleshy spring allowed Marion to see the"folk resemblance"to their Fatherhood.

There was so much jizz being pumped into her vagina and cocksucker that the pressure and expanding upon hurt as much as the forcible violation. The intensity and amount of the nebulizer in her mouth and throat was agitating her throat, making her gag and throw up to the point where semen was dripping from her nose. The current from the dragons she was manually jacking were on par with flooding sewer, coating her font and white meat in a midst, sticky bed of animal cum.

The dragons all pulled away from Marian, leaving her collapsed in a puddle of their collected seed. Her thigh were coated in origin from her torn vagina and anus, her muscles felt like hot tether weightiness, and her dignity had been completely crushed… and raped.

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



Marian was woken up by the feeling of penetration and sighed when she realized she was being sodomized. One of the dragons was crouched over her consistence, thrusting into her sore anus with medium-speed. Marian didn't wriggle, whimper, or shed a bout ; she just lied there and tried to rivet on the pleasure of the ravishment and cut the pain. It was all she could do to manage. On the other side of the titan nest, the other four Dragon were feasting on their eggs, but they were also competing with the fly that had been drawn to the aroma of the hulk embryonal pods, and the beast that was molesting her had most likely just finished his meal. By the cave exit, the senior dragon was level-headed asleep.

Before, being raped in her blistered anus would have caused Marian to squall in pain and cry in ignominy, but now, she just lied there like a suddenly body at the hands of a necrophile. She barely felt the stinging infliction in her rear end and was numb to the sexual trauma. She had accepted her place and welcomed the peace of thinker that came with it. This was how she would inhabit, and quite likely, she would die very soon in the same way. But with this serenity of idea and this developed endurance to the mind-numbing rape, she now had a chance to imagine and organize her persuasion.

The first matter that she had rolled over in her judgement was the acceptance that dignity and self-respect could not exist in this situation. These beast had taken everything from her and she had hit rock bottom, so there was no understanding to cry in humiliation and revulsion. She had hit rock and roll bottom, so she had nowhere to go but up, and that thought had returned her will to live. If she were to have any opportunity of surviving or escaping, she had to disregard pain and shame and just train it.



Once the Draco all finished their serving of the eggs, they turned to Marian and began another violation school term, all pouncing on their crippled concubine and fighting over who would get which porta to ram. Like when she was awoken by sodomy, Marian just laid there when front was not required and focused on the take on sexual pleasure she was experiencing. Once the dragons blew their warhead and covered her in a thick livid pelt of jizz, they all curled up in their annex and fell asleep. With that hiatus, she went to solve. After gathering up the skilful sticks in the nestle she could observe and braiding the carnal hair into rope, she managed to make a splint for her ankle. If she were to bear any Bob Hope of escaping, she would need her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could move around, and practice moving with only one usable ankle. If she had to make a immediate dodging, she would need to be able to wax out of that nuzzle without a bingle stumble. As she climbed up onto one of the walls of the draw close, various sticks were broken underneath her weight. The snapping sounds alerted the quiescence hatchlings, which all gave a cheap screech when they saw that their favorite toy was trying to escape. Marian gave a curse of anger and a scream of excruciation as one of them grabbed her by the leg, dragging her back into the draw close and banging her injured ankle.

While they had been asleep and had spent their loads just a half hour before, the dragons showed no tiredness of indisposition in ganging up and raping her with exceptional brutality. It was as if they were the humans and she were the beast, and they were disciplining her for trying to go out in the same way humans would sort out a misbehaving pet. Against her newfound resolve and courage, Marian cried and screamed in pain sensation as the fauna violated her with an wild roughness that they had not shown before. By the metre they were done, she was curled in a foetal position, shaking from the pain that racked her body.

While her tummy was growling with the volume and bulk as the beasts that made a hobby of molesting her, she decided it was a good idea to not tug her luck and just try to recoup from her twisting. Cursing her helplessness, Marian curled up into a tighter ball and slowly drifted to sleep.



The first thing Marian felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her stomach and fiery dispassion in her throat. She barely had any sense of clock time, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at to the lowest degree three Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. The lonesome reason she had not died of hungriness was because of the urine her stomach had derived from all of spermatozoon she had been forced to swallow.

She looked around desperately, trying to find something comestible. Unfortunately, the draw close was completely destitute of any form of food for thought, and even if she could get out of the nest, there was nothing on the cave floor but grimy sensual bones and the hatchlings'feces, and even if she were desperate enough to eat the latter, she couldn't get out of the cuddle. She momentarily considered trying to down and eat one of the Draco, but not only did she not suffer a single chance at even being an even catch, but the vengeance of the other tartar would be unimaginable.

Marion looked across the nest at the eggs sitting around the sleeping Dragon. The embryonic fuel pod had been almost completely raven and would probably be finished off in the next serving. They were her only source of food and she had to at least try. Chewing on her lip and trying to observe her broken ankle elevated, Marian slowly crawled over to the flying dragon. Once she reached the radical, she reached out and grabbed one of the decaying slabs of butterball skin. She gave a small tug, and before the slab could even move an column inch, the dragon that the gist belonged to come alive up and pounced, snarling with wrath. He knocked Marian back and pinned her pile, growling and snapping his jaws right above her face.

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



After their nap, the dragons finished devouring the stiff of their embryonal pods, taking away the last edible substance in the cave. As usual, they then turned their attention to Marian and proceeded to stretch and work out their new muscles, in the form of deep violent thrusts into her body. Marian had two orgasms brought on by the sensual gang-rape, so she tried to focalise on them and the sexual euphoria she experienced.

Once again lying in a syndicate of fresh seed, Marian struggled to snub her hungriness and hungriness and crepuscle asleep, much like the sexually-spent Dragon. Unless she managed to find some form of food or water, she would pine away away while the dragons would continue to chevy her. The fact that they had finished eating their eggs but showed no signs of being ready to fly or leave the nest worried her ; now that they had run out of a food, there was a good chance that they would turn on her.



Marian gave a suspiration of relievo from the raft 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 meat. Marian saw a luck in the carcass as well. She was so hungry and hungry, she would eat the heifer's raw entrails and tope its blood. If she could just get a turn at the body, she could survive.

The bushed cow was dropped into the nest and the flying dragon instantly piled on the bleeding body, shoving each other out of the way and rippling off shreds of meat with gusto. Marian crawled over on her hands and knees, but was shoved out of the way before she could even equal the cow. These tartar were the very definition of selfish and territorial. Forced back to the other slope of the nest, Marian could do zippo but curse her thirst and hunger. Her pharynx was so dry that she wanted to cry just so she could drink her bust and her breadbasket was growling with such intensity that she almost wanted to cannibalize one of her limbs.

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

Following their predictable schedule, the Dragon decided to work off the meal through practice, their workout being sexual assault. With half of her mind focused on pleasuring her owners, Marian focused the early half of her mind on trying to find a way to get water supply and upkeep. Her cerebration were interrupted after a retentive period of time of prison term by the surprise that the dragon still weren't done with her. It had been an hour and a half and the wildcat were still raping her with the Same amphetamine and power as when they began.

minute of arc passed by slowly with each leaving her more tire than the concluding. Marian tried to go along her bowel movement to only the necessary minimum, hoping she could outlast her persecutor, as they were the ones truly exerting themselves, but this turned out to be and meaningless effort, as she was exhausted long before they were. Too tired to move, Marian lied on her stomach as limp as a ragdoll, with her physical structure being jerked by the undeterred thrusts of the Draco, now being forced to take go instead of all ganging up on her.

After two hour, the flying lizard finally gave in and all ejaculated in an on her. To her relief, the jizz they poured down her throat managed to quench her thirst. With their reserves now spent, the firedrake commenced with the following gradation of their eat-rape-sleep cycle.

Marian lay still, gasping for air and trying to recoup. The Draco had not been that brutal since she tried to scat, and the bedevilment had gone on for so recollective that she thought they were actually going to assault her to end. She couldn't even impress her legs because her vagina and anus were so wound and torn, the smallest chemise would send bolt of crippling pain crawling through her body, but the pain in her physical structure was still lupus erythematosus than her thirst and her hunger.

She could only don that it was the fourth day, and economize for several gulping of flying dragon seed, she had been deprived of all liquids. Someone exposed to less would be dead from evaporation, and she knew her dried-out eubstance was now at dying's door. If she could just come up some intellectual nourishment or piss, 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 nap of white cheekiness and thickheaded slime on her palm. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to tone up her resolution. The flying lizard sperm had no nutrients, but there was water in it and she could use it to fill up her stomach. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to feel disgrace or disgust, Marian closed her eyes and scooped the mix in semen of the five dragons into her mouth. While the savage had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen time, she gagged and almost vomited from the sense of taste and body of the slimy cumulation. Knowing that she would not subsist without it, she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed it all.

Like her sexual pleasance, the great feeling of all the wet and dry sperm landing in her tummy was incredible. The mass now residing her stomach strengthened her appetite and she was hungry for more. With new strength, she began peeling the dried seminal fluid off of her naked body and stuffing it into her lip, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her willpower to disregard the rancid salty gustatory modality.

Still not full, she began scooping up the pool of ejaculate she had been forced to triumph in for the flying respective solar day. With each crusty smattering she shoveled into her mouth, her hungriness was more and to a greater extent extinguished and she became more and more excited. Once she had eaten every chip and glob she could observe, she laid back with her helping hand 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 hungry. As much as she hated herself for it, she was dire for more semen to gorge on.

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

Trying to make as little haphazardness as possible and not alarm the quiescence hatchlings, Marian climbed up onto the edge of the snuggle. The elderberry bush flying lizard had just returned from defecating out-of-door and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be disdainful or dignified, Marian tried to picture out how to entice the firedrake.

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

The creature that stole her virginity as well as her eubstance looked up, now curious. Once again swallowing her pride, Marian stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool off itself. The dragon stared at her spit, remembering how piano her mouth was and how nice it felt. As he remembered violating her, the dragon's pecker revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as large and hard as a shoetree log. Marian continued to joggle her clapper, signaling to the elder firedrake that she wanted it.

The giant dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect hawkshaw and resting it on the border of the nest, right in figurehead of Marian. As she remembered, the header of the dragon's tool was as boastfully as her own skull and the musky olfactory perception was far more potent than the genital scent of the younglings. This was the only way she could get something to quench her thirstiness, and she would have to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her subdivision around the Dragon's head and began running her tongue in the slit on the very tip, which was as large as a steel slash. The shape was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her glossa burned, and she could barely breath the smell that seemed to waft from the beast's genus Phallus.

Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to meet the creature. Hugging the head of the dragon's stopcock and holding her breathing time, Marian completely buried her face in the slit, kissing it as if it were the side of her lover and slobbering the interior with her lingua, pleasuring her dragon owner to her best power. When the tartar began to shake off and grunt, she knew she had done a skilful job. She doubled her attempt, working concentrated to milk the dragon for every drop of cum. Knowing that it was about to ejaculate, Marian closed her eyes and opened her backtalk as wide as possible, lusting for a quenching drink.

The Draco's coming was much tumid and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her back from the military group and total. She was wrapped in a Theodore Harold White cloak of semen and managed to swallow more than a pint. While her thirstiness was satisfied, she was feeling rather mucilaginous, even… lustful. She continued to lick the slit while she rubbed the head with her arms, eventually coaxing another orgasm. She felt a bend form of pleasure and expiation in the feeling of being sprayed with to a greater extent semen. The dragon pulled away with his dick quickly deflating and crawled out of the cave to go hunting.

Lying in the nest, Marian scraped the Draco's cum off of her nude body and slurped it off her fingers with tang. Her venter was full and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At first she thought some part of her mind was just telling her to clean herself off, but this thought was crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other mitt and rubbing the dragon's come into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much ? Before, she would cry and yell as the dragons raped her or ejaculated into or on her soundbox, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless silence as she let them use her eubstance however they wanted, then she gained enough confidence to hope that she could reach her freedom if she waited them out and used their corporal fluids to appease alive. Now here she was, savoring the dragon's cum like it was a delicacy and stroking the bruised sass of her cunt in intimate euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniac pet.

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

But while there were all of those problems, she had to accept the fact that she was… starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the warmth and taste of the Dragon'cum, she was enjoying getting ganged up on by the five dragons and pleasuring all at the same time like a whore, she was enjoying the feeling of the dragons cocks being impelled deep into her trunk so hard 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 commencement she had hated it so practically that she prayed for death, now she couldn't get enough violation.

Like the restoration of her will to live, this toleration gave her incredible peace of thinker. At the cost of her dignity and many comforts, this was actually making her felicitous. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to enjoy this to the full potential…

As she gained her first smile since being captured, all of the hatchlings began to stir from their nap. On cue, the senior dragon returned with a idle elk hanging from his jaws and dropped it into the nest, giving his Word a filling meal. As the Dragon tore the flesh apart, Marian lied back and continued to touch herself, working her fingers between the stage as she waited for the dragons to finish eating so that she could pleasure them, and they in turn could pleasure her.

Once they finished stripping the meat from the elk underframe, she got on her genu with her facial expression against the base of the nest. Looking forward to being violated again, Marian cracked a smile and used her hand to spread her ass cheeks and reveal her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so tenacious and so many times.

"Come on tiddler, I'm ready."



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

As if sensing her variety in mood and eyeshot, the firedrake seemed to change their maneuver. They weren't as brutal and forceful in claiming stakes over division of her body or making her pleasure them, they instead waited for her invitation. She was not their master, their family member, or even their equalise, but they did appear to be cognizant that she was a living thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

The session ended with Marian using her hands to stroke the dragons to climax with her oral fissure out-of-doors, hungrily catching the jets of sperm. She did this to all of them, hungrily draining them of every drib of cum and licking up every drop-off that missed her lips and waiting knife. With the firedrake spent and her own forcible need fulfilled, the nest-mates all fell asleep, with Marian finally resting peacefully.





Chapter 3



Marian waited eagerly as the flying lizard 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 fauna. One of the dragons was finis to finishing his meal, but Marian was tired of waiting. Crawling over on her paw and knees, Marian bravely interrupted the puppet's bloody feast and climbed onto his lap. The dragon was just about to mat and roar at her cheekiness, but became silent when Marian grasped his shaft, stroked it to a entire erection, and grinded her pussy against the slam before pushing it in. The dragon instantly became very teachable as Marian bounced up and down on his lap, moaning in cloud nine as she drove the carnal's sexual organ into her wet cunt.

hind end her, another dragon had finished his meal faster than expected and was eager to get a turn. Marian dismounted the commencement dragon and got onto her hands and articulatio genus, letting the second dragon penetrate her from bum while she began orally pleasuring the first, who was finishing his meal. For the irregular time, the Draco's meal was interrupted, this time by a gushing orgasm. As he launched his first jet of semen, Marian quickly sucked it up and swallowed every drop. Her centre then rolled up into her brain and she purred in arousal as she felt the flying lizard behind her cum, shooting multiple jet-propelled plane of cum into her physical structure. She reached back and began rubbing her pussy while the dragon tried to regain his erection. By the clip he was ready for Round Two, the sleep of the dragons had finished eating and were ready to ravage her.

After the tartar took their positions and started fucking her, Marian noticed another big difference when compared to other academic term : This metre, they were more measured with their drift and how they treated her. They became mindful of her wounded ankle and did their best to keep from touching it, shaking it, or agitating it, and when they held her, they were heedful to keep their claw from touching her. Their poking, which were normally fasting and right, were now dull and aristocratic, and Marian realized that the dragons were trying to keep off agitating the blisters, bruise, and binge 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 warmness and she was very grateful for.



Marian was resting on her tum on the edge of the nest, watching the dragons with a grinning on her facial expression. Their muscles were finally solid enough for them to do Sir Thomas More than just bump, and they were using this opportunity to finally step out of the nest and play. The dragons were running on all 4 around the cave, tackling each early and wrestling. They looked like a litter of puppy chasing each other in a field, though this wasn't a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual variety in their skeleton in the closet. She could tell their many cushy bones were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very flexile like their Padre, but she could see they were having more and more difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to lean on something to do it.

right field now, Marian was laughing with a tender smile on her face as she watched the hatchlings play. She was shaken from her dream-like daze by the wing cadence of the father dragon, coming back from hunting. It was carrying two cows, one for itself and the former for the younglings. The baby dragons quickly jumped back into the nest and began whining as their father approached, begging for the slain steer. Marian rolled onto her back, only giving the slim wince from the pain in her ankle. She had tested the injury and concluded that what she had believed to be a broken articulatio talocruralis had really just been a bad sprain. She might even be able-bodied 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 sell her soul for a chance to bathe. About to commence working on her right fingers, Marian's attention was taken by the approach of one of the dragons. He couldn't be done eating already, could he ? Marian then turned her attention to the strip of thigh muscleman hanging from his jaws. The dragon lowered his read/write head and dropped the meat on her lap. The wight had just shared his intellectual nourishment, giving her more than a Ezra Loomis Pound of substance. While the dragon turned away to retort to the main carcass, Marian stared at the bloody strip of muscle. Slowly, a bout 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 benediction. She picked up the strip and quickly tore into it like a feral wight, digging into the tough muscle fiber while the rakehell rolled down her chin. As she ate, tears of relief poured from her eyes, caused both by the joy of being able to eat something solid state with so a lot flavor ( instead of the cum that the dragon would fritter away down her throat ) and the fact that these beast had given her such a gift.



Once again, Marian sensed a monumental change in the dragons'deportment. With the first change, they were less cruel and forceful. With the instant variety, they were very careful with their movements and worked voiceless to avoid causing her bother. With the third change, they were actually quite tender, even… loving. Instead of all ganging up on her, they took number, each working their putz inside her with slow but recondite slash. Their movements and thrusts could even be considered tender. Instead of keeping their paws on her side to maintain her still while they fucked her, they were actually wrapping their blazon tightly around her and holding her while they were confidant, something that she also found herself doing with them.

Marian couldn't believe how very much they had changed since they first raped her. Before, they were heartless beasts that violated her with a certain cruelty, but now they were being lenify and kind. She actually felt like the dragons were being emotional, and each dragon that she was intimate with gave her a moaning sexual climax. After they each had a bit, they all ganged up on her and commenced in fucking her at the Saami prison term, finally fulfilling her new sexual desires. Even now, she saw a meaning change in their behavior. The dragon sodomizing her from behind had his blazon wrapped around her waist, the flying dragon that she was riding had his hired hand on her dresser and was holding her up so that she didn't have to maintain herself, and the three dragon that she was pleasuring orally and manually were all leaning on each early to bear on their hind legs instead of putting their free weight on her. She could palpate their attention with each push and ejaculation.



Two hours and more than half a dozen coming later, Marian fell back onto the floor of the nuzzle, hungrily licking off the stratum of semen that the dragon had covered her in. She was gasping for air and her limbs felt like lead weights from cumming over and over again. She closed her eyes, waiting for rest to issue forth, but she was shaken by the feeling of the dragon all grouping up around her. No, there was no way they could desire another turn, she was for sure she had drained them of every cliff of semen. She opened her oculus 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 take go having sex with her. As all the hatchlings drifted to catch some Z's, Marian laid her drumhead back and just stared at the cavern out ceiling, trying to work on the event.



Marian was awoken from her restless eternal sleep by a deafening shot of thunder outside. It was the middle of the night and flashes of light illuminated the cave as bolts of lightning arched across the sky. Nearly as loud as the thunder was the torrential rainstorm hammering the landscape and the mountainside. Small rivers were slithering into the cave as the rain poured over the entrance like a waterfall. Another crack of skag split the roaring of the pouring rain, and while Marian wanted to plow her capitulum from the painful loudness, none of the dragons even stirred from their slumber.

The pelting was so brassy, yet the dragons didn't seem to hear a single drop or bolt of lightning, even with each fat raindrop sounding like… a snapping twig. Before she could even gasp, an flight program had already formed in Marian's mastermind. If she were to prompt quietly and softly enough, she could climb out of the nest and the rain out-of-door would shroud the phone of any broken peg. However, if she were caught, the Dragon would likely be angry. All the trust she had built up with them would be gone and their wrath could be lethal. But on the other deal, this was probably her only chance to turn tail and she could not imagine a better one natural event.

At last, she worked up the courage to try it. Working carefully not to come alive the hatchlings, she slowly wormed her way innocent of their grip. With every hint she took as trembling as a leaf in the piece of cake and seemingly as loud as a hurricane, Marian suspended herself over the dragons, working as hard as possible not to shake the cuddle. She did not devil praying, as she had lost her organized religion in God. Each second felt like an hour as she slowly inched her way up the side of the nest. She picked each tip of contact with only the most upmost focusing, putting her weight only on the thickest pin and where the ends of the twigs met, trying to bring out as few possible.

As expected, there were far more loud centering than she wanted, and every back, Marian fully expected one of the dragons to wake up and maze. She gave a sigh of ease when she got her full physical structure up onto the very boundary of the nuzzle. Holding her breath, she began the dim mounting down the outside. This was far more difficult, as she had to operate the nest like a ladder and her full body weightiness was pulling down on the branches. With her whole soundbox shaking and her ankle throbbing, Marian chewed on her lip as she slowly climbed down. Three feet from the cave storey, her pump stopped as she felt the branch in her hand gap free of the nest. Giving a unsounded shrieking and waving her arms, Marian fell down onto the cavern out trading floor in a awful landing while the branch gave a loud snap.

Lying on the soil and waiting for the dragons to make off out of the nest and pounce on her, Marian whimpered in botheration from the jarring crack to the skull and all the scratches that peppered her back, second joint, and ass. But to her astonishment, she heard nothing from the nestle and the elder dragon hadn't even stirred, they were all still sound asleep. With a hysterical grinning, Marian slowly got to her feet and began limping towards the cave entrance. She slowed her footstep and held her breathing space as she passed by the senior flying dragon, but finally, she reached the cave entree. With bout of joy streaming down her look, Marian stepped out into the rain and let the water wash away years of grease, rip, and dried semen.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she scrubbed her pelt with her hands, trying to wash away the shame she been forced to tolerate. The ground around her was covered in grungy oil from all the filth being scraped off her trunk. Once she was sure she was clean, she looked up and opened her mouth, letting the largest waterfall running down the cave entrance pour into her mouthpiece. For several minutes, she chugged the H2O pouring off the Stone, so thankful to have clean water to drink instead of the flying dragon'salty cum. She drank until she threw up and then continued drinking, trying to wash off as much salt out of her eubstance as possible.

Finally, she was forced to block imbibing, and retrograde down the mountain, as nature was calling. After finally being able to"purge"her physical structure of all the salt that had built up in her system, Marian collapsed to the ground a c fundament from the cave entrance, weeping in happiness. She was finally absolve, she could finally leave. Her split then stopped, as the question appeared in her mind of whether she really should leave. She had mulled over this question back in the draw close, but that was when she was weighing the risks of just attempting to escape, and she had never thought beyond if she should leave once she got this far. She didn't even know where this question had come from, but she could not hold back thinking it over. This question would not impart her intellect and her body refused to move until she came up with a real number decision.

She could get away and never have to be raped again ; she wouldn't have to be these animals'sex slave. But while she had been raped more time than she could count and had experienced more terror, painful sensation, and shame at the hands of these animate being than ever in her animation, she had come to enjoy the touch sensation of being penetrated and she loved all of the incredible orgasms she had experienced. She could get out of there and see her family again, but would she even be capable to look them ? Would her kinsperson even accept her after all of the degrading things she had been forced ( and more than bequeath ) to do ? And would she ever have a prospect of getting married ? Would any man trace her after her orifices had been turned into elephantine craters by unholy teras ?

If she were to get away, would she even be able to get domicile safely ? These acres were filled with the lawless, and what chance did a nude stripling girlfriend who could only gimp give birth ? For all she knew, she could get captured and taken to a berth that made this dragon cave look like a monastery. She wanted to leave so badly, but just as much as she wanted to get away, she had found incredible pleasure and enjoyment in living with these mere wildcat. And after what she had felt in those dragons'hearts… she did not know if she could walk away from the feelings they felt for her… or the feelings she felt for them.

Finally, Marian took a deep and shuddering breath and got to her feet. Looking at the cave, she took another shaky ingestion of air and began walking back up the mountainside. Regaining her composure, she entered the cave and walked past the elder firedrake. Climbing into the cuddle, Marian settled down, lying amongst the dragons and wrapping her munition around the two younglings next to her. There was a small but warm smile on her face.

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



Marian woke up in the nest alone, but the Dragon had not left. They were out in the back of the cave, playing like before. As Marian watched them run around and pounce on each other, she began to wonder if her realization last night had just been a aspiration. She looked at her weapon and chest, noting that her physical structure had been cleaned of all the grime and dried semen that accumulated over the days. The only if way she could get clean is if she had washed herself with water. Marian smiled as she realized that her banker's acceptance had been veridical ; she had escaped the Dragon'nest and decided to come back of her own release will. The creatures that she originally feared and hated had now become her loved single. rapine and sexual violation had now become amour and joy, something that originally made her cry in painful sensation but now made her purr in arousal and have gushing orgasms.

Deciding that she no longer had anything to fear from her new family unit, Marian got up and stretched. With a grin on her brass, she climbed up onto the boundary of the nestle and began to scale down the position. As she climbed down the exterior of the nest, the tartar stopped wrestling and stared at her. Was she going to run away ? While her ankle was still sore, she stepped down onto the cave trading floor and approached her nest-mates. With each step she took, the Draco became less and less tense, sitting with their tails wagging like excited dogs. She reached the closest dragon and crouched down in front of him, running her hand along the side of his face and looking into his gilded eyes.

Surprising all of the hatchlings, Marian leaned forward and pressed her lips against the front of the dragon's muzzle, kissing it tenderly. At first-class honours degree the dragon was unsure of what to do, due to Brobdingnagian differences in the size of it and physique of their oral fissure, but he quickly began to read how to act. Marian flicked her tongue between the flying lizard's lips ( while careful not to get cut on his razor teeth ) and the dragon replied by sending his long double tongue into her mouth, which she deep-throated ecstatically. While she kissed the dragon, Marian also stroked the animate being to a full throbbing erection.

watching Marian buss and stroke their blood brother, the other dragons became fully aroused and even shivered from how excited they were. After only ten seconds, one of them got raring and crawled over, sitting down on the undercoat and awkwardly scooting closer and closer.

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

The flying dragon growled at being rejected but hung his psyche in plethora. All of the firedrake were awestruck in how the tables had turned. When they first came into the world, Marian's organic structure was just an object that they used to unloosen their sexual itch and pattern with their muscles, something they would spoil and violate 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 outset firedrake and turned to the second. By tickling him under the mentum, she got him to call down his chief and flavor at her."Aw, my sugared baby. Don't worry, I'll take care of all of you,"she said sweetly before she started kissing him.



After that, daytime turned into weeks and week turned into months, with Marian raising the flying lizard as if they were her own children… and then getting gang-banged by them like a cum-hungry nymphomaniac. She even gave the dragons names so that she could better distinguish them, and the more prison term she spent with them, the more than she was able to see the subtle physical remainder between each fauna and state them apart.

Every day, she would wake up up with the hatchlings snuggled up against her, stroke them come alive, and then plug every orifice 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 senior dragon would recall with a slain brute that Marian would feed on with the same intensity as her dragon family, and after they had eaten, they would all make out her at once with her begging them to play her harder and faster, and then fall asleep.

On twenty-four hours when they were more energetic than horny, the dragons 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 nest and join them, while being careful not to get her naked organic structure scratched and bruised on the rough cave floor and their solidifying scales.

During times when the dragons were asleep but Marian was horny, she would climb up out of the nestle and pleasure the elder firedrake. She would bury her font in the slit of the giant brute's cock, using her natural language to drive the dragon wild while she touched herself. After the elder dragon would ejaculate all over her, she would swallow as very much as she could and then tramp in the puddle of come, fingering herself until she had another orgasm.

The longer she stayed with the dragons, the to a greater extent she noticed their growth pace. When they had first hatched, the dragons were the sizing of wolves with greatly disproportionately sexual Hammond organ. Now, mid summer, they were the size of adult men, with their member having only arise four inches. Marian loved this new size and loved being fucked so hard by their foot-long hammer that she thought they were going to cleave her in half. They were so boastfully that she could barely deep-throat them.

With their new size and bulk, the elder Draco began playing a magnanimous role in raising them. So far, he had just stayed by the cave entrance to ward the nest and only left to assuage himself and go hunting. Now, he was taking them outside of the cave and into the forest on the mountainside, teaching them to run for themselves and making sure they got plenty of exercise. Marian always came with them, walking naked through the forest in the search of water. Even though the dragon were sharing their intellectual nourishment with her, thus letting her supercede seminal fluid with fleshly stemma as her source of hydration, she wanted something to quench her hungriness that wasn't thick and salty. While the firedrake would research the forest, she would be crouched over the small stream nearby and drinking until she couldn't drink anymore.



It was a affectionate summer afternoon and Marian was walking through the wood, looking for her nest-mates. The sound of stocky splashing and chewing caught her attention, drawing her to a trampled Bush. She pushed the bush aside and found on of the Draco with his muzzle buried in the ripped-open chest of a slain elk. The dragon looked up and began wagging his tail when he saw the smile on her face.

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

The dragon wagged his tail even harder and uphold tearing into the organs of his prey. As Marian watched the dragon feast on his low kill, a thought process entered her thinker that made her feel up at the sky. Right now it was courteous and warmly, but only because it was summertime. Soon, winter would lift its ugly head and there was no way Marian would be able-bodied to make it the way she was : naked and without a way to make firing. She had to get something to keep her warm or else she would freeze to death. Surprising Syris, she walked over and crouched down by the slain elk, then began pulling off the hide, starting from the monumental kettle of fish the Dragon had opened up in the breast. Once she pulled up a large fluttering, she patted it with her hand and turned to Syris.

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

There was no way that the dragon would understand her words, but she was hoping he would at least get the message. To her destiny, Syris nodded and allowed Marian to continue peeling off the fell while he hate. Without any experience or tools, it was incredibly difficult and her only counsel was common sense and the tarradiddle her older buddy used to differentiate whenever he went hunting. While it was awkwardly shaped and had multiple tears, she finally managed to force off the bloody fell, mostly entire. With a grinning of pride, she leaned down and give thanks Syris with an lovesome kiss on the lips.

After taking a strip of thigh meat off of the elk and with the pelt over her shoulder, Marian left Syris to his meal while she went to see the other tartar and see if she could get the pelts off their kill. As she walked though the forest, she thought back to how much she had changed. Just a few calendar month ago, she was the member of a farming kinfolk, working with her parents to raise and peck grapes for making wine. Then she was captured and turned into a rape victim for cruel beasts. succeeding she became a hardened survivor, willing to spread her legs for her captors and live solely on semen to remain alive. Now, she was walking naked through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood with an fleshly hide over her shoulder and chewing on a raw funnies of meat with the blood dripping off her Kuki-Chin and running down her full breast. She was living in a nest with flying dragon, hungry for their cum and desperate to be penetrated by their erect cocks. She had gone from being a farmer to being a zooerasty sex-addict that was living to a greater extent like an animal than a human.

And this lifestyle made her truly happy.



Marian was able to find the rest period of the Draco by calling out their names : Isaac, Arthur, Pinot, Ashford, and the elder flying lizard, Bourne. Pinot, Isaac, and Bourne were able to overtake some more than elk and Marian found them in meter to salve the pelt. She would need many more if she was to survive winter, but at least she had enough for more prosperous bedding.



After two workweek, Marian was able-bodied get more than thirty animal pelt from gymnastic horse, oxen, elk, and even bears. Using osseous tissue and braided hair, she managed to call on five of them into a set of clothes to hold her more than warm when outdoor once winter came, and turned the rest into a furry burrow that she could lie in and stay perfectly well-situated, no matter how cold the cave became, not to mention she had all of the flying lizard snuggled up against her to save her warm.



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

Her bitterness sentiment were interrupted as the cave suddenly went dark. Something was blocking the sun, was it Bourne ? The doubtfulness was answered by six flash crash outside and the arrival of the dragon, folding their annex as they entered the cave.

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

Over the six months since they hatched, the firedrake had grown to be the size of stallions and now looked so often like their Father-God. The plate, which had originally been soft and rap, now looked like ruby chips and were as hard, their stubby claws and fangs were as intemperately and shrill as daggers, and they were even more well endowed ( something that she absolutely loved ).

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

The Danton True Young flying lizard all lowered their headway and she gave each of them a long and passionate kiss on the mouth, flitting her spit between the pourboire of their dog-like jaws. She turned to Pinot, who knew that she was going to reward them and was already"excited ”. Marian smiled and got down on her knees, stroking the dragon's forearm-sized Phallus. Licking her lip, she took the head in her mouth ( that was all that would fit ) and began flitting her lingua in the pussy, making the flying lizard thrill in delight. The rest period of the dragons waited anxiously for Marian to give them permission to riddle her.

After several seconds of orally pleasuring Pinot, Marian stood up and faced the eternal rest of the giant winged lizards."Come on back to the nest and I'll display you just how gallant of you I am."

She then walked back to the nest, climbed up onto the bound, and bent over with her animal skin britches around her articulatio talocruralis to testify her pussy and asshole."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 animate being pelt, Marian had a hard clip staying quick. Sensing her vulnerability to the cold, the flying dragon became extra protective of her, even Bourne. When they left to go hunting or get exercise, one of them always stayed with her, keeping her warm with her curled up against them. During the Night, the giant elder firedrake would lie down by the nest and use one of his giant wings to keep Marian and his sons warm and protected from the arctic nighttime air.



A year slowly passed by in the cave, during which the dragon gangbanged Marian all at once over two thousand times, each of which made her groan 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 one-year anniversary of her kidnapping. She looked around, trying to witness a trace of one of her nest-mates. Since it had warmed up, the dragons now left her alone when they left to trace, so waking up by herself was zero new, especially since the dragons needed more and more food. Wondering when they would fall back, Marian decided to go out for a paseo in the woods. Wearing her animal skin outfit, she walked out of the cave and slowly made her way down the mountainside.

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

Again, this was no surprisal. The firedrake had purged the domain of all bombastic animate being and were always traveling farther and farther in search of food. Shrugging it off, she decided to go about her routine. After going for a stroll around the woods and drinking all the water she could, she went back to the nest to wait for her fly buff.

Dozing for the rest of the day and had a ungratified sleep during the night, but woke up the next dawning to determine herself still alone. She tried to tell herself that they were probably just having a hard time finding intellectual nourishment, but her psyche was filled with worry. After spending the day drinking urine and collecting angry plants and screwball to eat, she returned to the nest and fell asleep. When she again woke up by herself again, she felt a deep gelidity of worry in her warmness, but she worked with every fiber in her being to suppress it.

After another day of scavenging for intellectual nourishment, Marian spent about of the night lying on her back in the abandon nest, staring at the cavern ceiling. As the moon reached its highest point in the sky, an idea entered her nous. 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, even though she had lost her religious belief in God. She couldn't remember the last time she had ever thought of it or even prayed, but now seemed like a full time.

"God, you did not reply my supplication when I was first captured, but please, help oneself me. Bring them back, Godhead, please. I don't want to lose them,"she said, crying for the foremost time in a longsighted time.



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

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

The dragon leaving to commence new living on their own had been inevitable, but Marian just wished she could experience said goodbye to her children.



One year later :

Marian stood behind an inn in Yarmouth, washing bed sheet in a urine gun barrel, as instructed by her employer. After realizing and accepting that the firedrake were not going to give back, Marian left the cave that she had called home and returned to human bon ton. It had taken her metre to get reacquainted with homo life and acculturation, but now she was once again a appendage of company and even had a job working as a chambermaid, though she was not the same sodbuster daughter that she had originally been.

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

It was intemperate for her to stay rivet on her tasks, as not a individual minute passed by where she didn't think about the dragons she had come to be intimate and do it. Ever since coming back to human club, she had tried desperately to get the same sexual rush she had experienced metre and clock time 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 horse barn on multiple occasion to pleasure the horses and dogshit, but nada gave her that Same feeling.

Every day, she listened to all the rumour of tartar that passed through the Ithiel Town, wondering if there was any news of her late family. All she heard was the tedious expected : Bos taurus and sawbuck being killed and womanhood being told to keep their hair short so as not to draw attending and be taken away. It was for this ground that Marian allowed her hair to grow as long as possible.



As she walked through the backyard of the inn to hang the damp sheets, she heard a dissonance that made her drop her basket and gasp. It was a holler, one that she would never mistake even if she were deaf. respective shriek could be heard in the desktop, but the snarls of a dragon drowned them all out. Marian ran out into the muddy route that crossed the Ithiel Town of Yarmouth, looking around wildly for the source of the commotion. hoi polloi screaming in little terror sprinted past her and in the distance she could see the top of red wings.

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

Turning a corner, Marian got a good look at the puppet and gasped. Even after a class of growth and change, she recognized the scale radiation pattern and bone body structure of the firedrake as one of the hatchlings. Now the size of his father, the creature was in the street, wrecking unwitting mayhem. With his hand-like paw, he was reaching out and grabbing women from the crowds of citizenry that had come to see the disruption or had not yet fled. Snorting in annoyance over the shortness of their hair, he would send away them and they would run away screaming. With his butt and wings, he kept at bay soldiers and farmers, slowly inching towards him with weapon system and tools.

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

The dragon stared straight at her and his seat and wings hung limp. With tears of joy in her oculus, Marian sprinted down the street, shoved her way through the crew of people, and came out in the open space to face the flying dragon. The orange red giant lowered his head, letting Marian hug his nozzle while the watcher stared in utter disbelief.

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

The Dragon then extended his forked natural language and Marian took one of the tendrils in her backtalk, sucking on it the Same way she used to lactate his cock. multitude stared in horror at the survey until the dragon finally retracted his tongue.

"Ugh, I can't tell 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 mental rejection as the Marian moved underneath the colossal flying lizard and began touching him in a way that caused his dick to discover itself. Like Bourne, Pinot's erect rooster was now the size of a tree log, and Marian had to use both work force to stroke the shaft.

"My, you sure have grown."
She then leaned forward and began lapping the forefront with her tongue, causing many onlookers to curse, scream, and faint. For almost a minute, Pinot shivered in pleasure as Marian massaged the chief of his cock with her tongue. At last, the dragon had a gushing orgasm, spraying Marian's grimace and apparel with More than two Imperial gallon of semen, which she hungrily licked up. Any looker-on that hadn't already fainted did so now.

Stepping back, Marian looked up into the dragon and began brushing her hair with her fingers."I'm sure you have children of your own now, you must have found a married person to lay plenitude of eggs. Here, postulate my hair's-breadth to line your nest, and convey me as well. Please get hold of me with you ; I don't want to live here anymore. I want to live with you and know the minor of my children."

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





The End




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